Poetry: Observing 37 Articles

by Korrine Wojcik

Unapplied mascara and a Blow Dryer. It began by a ring of the door bell, I walked in not knowing what to expect. She had wild hair, and a broken toilet. She was fascinating, but in an unexpected way, In a way I've ...read more

by Destiny Furrow

I SEE WHAT IS HAPPENING I'm beginning to wonder, why the world is turning blue... how the children only cry... and no one knows what to do. I'm starting to think... that this world's gone mad... I'm starting to no...read more

by Lostash

I watch people, It's what I do, You may not realise, But I'm watching you. Your unkempt hair, Falls across you brow, If you know about style, Not showing it now. Intelligent eyes, Take everything in, You noti...read more

by Marjory Stone

MAUI I bring tears to the arms of the sea This isle of my childhood Beckoning me Her lush valleys veined as a hand Emerald seas whose white foam Reaches out to my hand Crayon craters, cinder cones Rounding ed...read more

by Benjamin Miller

Observing I like walking When I walk I'm an observer I feel A part of things I see people And have a connection Though they may not know it It's a simple connection To have simply been there But that's what li...read more

by W. Diane Van Zwol

The Mystery of the Sleeping Giant Gone the Giant; None can see What lies o'er there? A mystery. The Giant poses in repose, But gone today. I do suppose That hidden by gray blanket thick, Hours away, The clock ...read more

by Patricia Kelley

Jezebel She stands at the rooftop shouting, with her stranded seductive voice to lure men that walk passed her, with her long black hair concealing her adulterous breast, with the heat of her dark eyes spinning into the...read more

by Joana Jette Samir

a song bird calls to its mate or its chick which?~ i don't know i have no knowledge of such things besides the awareness that that is a bird and i hear it singing our dog impatiently whines at the bedroom door "o...read more

by Kerry Wood

Ode to Popcorn Popcorn. The aroma Dominates the room Takes prisoner the air. I pluck a single kernel: Tiny brain. Dry coral polyp, Domed above With labyrinthine interior. Insidious salt Flavors resid...read more

by Fiderox

A train ambles slowly upon the track Rusted and antiquated Singapore to Johor Darkness falls As I watched the buildings glow Faintly among the iridiscent hues Fires that light up the sky A nation industrious and f...read more

by pa cockle

The fun was had, the story written, fingers numb, puts on a mitten. .. Mind, sharp as a tack. Cigarettes, had a full pack. Lungs, cough up and hack. Thoughts, come flooding back. ..Morning slumber, try...read more

by Joseph Wardy

Observe Observe with the eyes, The beauty of nature. Observe the bodily feelings, As a signal to rest, rejuvenate,recover. Observe the blizzard of thoughts. As starvation from awareness. Observe inside the s...read more

by skydancer

"The Harpist" Her eyes are in a trance, her fingers neatly drawn To tweak every string with every soul following Her voice does not whine and her face does not stare She bids them good evening, softly, not loud Her ...read more

by C. Mackenzie

On a windswept evening I stand back against a gnarled willow At the lip of an expanse overlooking A city of tall bright squares, winking skyscrapers and rushing tail lights below Leaves scratch lightly on my face My...read more

by DEL

Human noise, Crisp barking sharpness, Laughing drunken, empty words, Won't it please just leave me now, In peaceful silence, And echoes of unfamiliarity? read more

by Shirley Lake

Taking Notice I have noticed waddling ducks in my urban neighborhood, tattered arm-chairs and recliners abandoned in the woods, two trees conjoined in sharing a single sturdy limb, and a dad smile at his chil...read more

by Ezequiel Dondero

Someone's in that room. He's taking too many pictures. The whole world is smoking. They're all pointing fingers. She's the one to blame. Jesus asks for a lighter Nobody's safe. Nowhere to hide. The eyes are eve...read more

by Margaret Hodapp

walking in the woods, I discovered an old cabin . . . On a walk through the woods one autumn day I saw an old cabin in miserable decay Over the crumbling walls and down the short hall Crept sinewy vines and the br...read more

by Christina Ho

Hidden Secrets A chill wind blew quietly, From the mist and the fog whispered a ghost voice, Something smaller than nothing. Pale yellow stars formed lost in the heavens, There before her, There in the midst of n...read more

by Lloyd Pearson

How can you allow yourself to form opinions about things you don't even understand? Is it possible for you to effectively evaluate progress, without knowing the plan? It doesn't make sense to judge things in ignorance, i...read more