Best Curiousity Poems
Morbid Curiosity
By Dalene Deale-Rowe
Here’s a morbid thought,
But I thought it all the same
If I had died yesterday,
Who to my funeral would have came
Ironically the thought was sparked
By an episode of friends
Which brought to life curiosity
About presence when life ends
Do we get to see
And do we even care
For how do we truly know
With whom true friendship we share
I hope I leave a mark
On every person I touch
Who really knows
The measure of how much
Curiosity sparks the flame anew;
desire burns from thoughts of you.
Anticipation spreads its entangling web,
and I'm caught in the longing for more.
Dare I dream that you are real?
Dare I dream these emotions to feel?
Dare I expose my heart to your touch,
and let your love heal me (wanting too much...)
One lifetime... two hearts....
One love....
Pray will last.
(approx. 1997)
My poor heart didn't realize,
My brain was so quick to deceive,
Curious feet jumped in love side by side,
At my age, so naive.
Really? ? It didn't matter,
If my heart broke clean in two?
My memory proclaimed heartbreak wasn't that bad,
Now it's changed its point of view.
I remembered loss as a tiny sting,
A little bump to my ego,
A heartache I had in my twenties,
With a boyfriend I had outgrown.
Oh boy I would have listened,
If my instincts shouted NO!
But they didn't because they were in on it,
They too wanted to know…
If my heart really knew what love was,
Had I stared devotion in the face?
Had I really merged with another,
With a commitment time can't erase?
And now we all know the answers,
Thanks a lot you guys!
He's gone and my heart has turned ice cold,
Its centre runs hard and dry.
I have suffered the loss of my one true mate,
A mirrored, beating heart,
At least in the past my heart kind of felt whole,
I was unaware it was only half.
Although ignorant bliss has been taken from me,
All protection has been stripped,
The lesson has made me feel quite grown up,
But curiousity my friend, is a *****!
© 2013
Ruby Honeytip
Viscosity of My Curiosity
The viscosity
Of my curiosity
Runs all over me.
Jim Horn
The curiosity shoppe
Was the place to stop,
For something unique
... A rare antique
With floors that creak
A treasure in itself,
Amongst the keepsakes
Lining each and every shelf
Under layers of dust
Upon layers of rust,
Hoping to snare
... A buyer's stare
Leather-bound books stand
With their titles erect,
Rifled through by many a hand
Now showing signs of neglect
A belted steamer trunk
From a ship that sunk,
A top hat for the gentlemen
An inkwell, a fountain pen
Here and there, a lamp
Was always dimly lit,
By an old rocking chair
Where someone used to sit
A delicate China doll
With a painted smile,
Next to dainty teacups
Stacked in a pile
Open for business
With an eclectic mix,
The Unique Antique Shoppe
... Closes at six.
Pity to me will perturb and disturb
What you should do with it is to curb
While much envy will highly invigorate
Create curiosity which can hardly wait.
Without relaxation, love or at least fun
Sooner your life one day will be done
Become unstable and mad without knowing
Develop ADD and forget where you are going.
So do be nobly bold while breaking out
Having half the evils along with some doubt
Find a friend with to share your fear
Cowardly listlessness no longer is near.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
Derivation of Herodotus
The drop of water
Natures only noise
Curiosity caught her
Had no other choice
Hands, trembling
Flashing eyes
Integrity disassembling
Cave, stone skies
Man made, cracking pillars
Holds up uneven rock
The innocent are killers
Ringing sound, a mocking jay mock
Deeper she wades
Heart pounding harder
Light she evades
Evil’s own martyr
Led to die
Born to float
Dead she lie
Maggot’s boat
Her last day,
Far from joyful
Panicked disarray
Remain ever loyal
She won’t be missed
Though remembered
A death not wished
But terribly rendered
Frozen by winter
Stone can’t catch fire
Burned to a cinder
Flames flicker higher
I don't get the expression
There's cats everywhere
That was the only dumb cat
To which the world compares
Mine are in the cupboards
Closets they can perch
Diving under my sheets
Curiousity is what makes them search
Unwrapping to toilet paper
Hockey with anything on the floor
How come they're still living
I'm using that expression no more
Excerpts from the compilation: “Prayer” 8
Sensitivity, Curiousity, Intelligence
I wish that we can all practice nurturing
and nourishing
our Sensitivity,
Never stop being Curious
and asking uncomfortable questions,
Have the courage to wake up
and use our Intelligence
And take great care
that we are not “Numbed” or “Overwhelmed”.
Especially:
By the huge amount of companies, apps and services
That “apparently” cost us nothing,
But whose (not so secret) objectives are
To hypnotise, control, manipulate and sell –
Especially to our children.
Or by the endless amount of mostly,
sensation seeking media
Controlled by the spectres,
some of whom we call leaders,
That work best in the shadows
And only trust the light of day
When they hide behind their grand titles
and practiced, smiling masks,
Feeding their hungry egos and lust for power
By creating separation,
Panic, drama
and questionable regulations and laws.
Who together
Are slowly, secretly removing our hard fought
Foundations and monuments of freedom:
Brick by brick...
© Sangeet Portals 2020
As I sit and wonder why
There's no hello and no good-bye.
No kiss or hug to fill my day
Just images to paint my way.
I'm curious to how you think
How you skate in your own rink.
How you move and dance and sing
How you breathe in fall and spring.
Tic Tic Toc throughout the day
How are you? Are you ok?
Watcha thinking in the mind?
You feeling mad or feeling kind?
I can feel you without touch
Somehow that's strange to me
I don't know quite how to feel
Like being lost at sea.
Funny how so many have
Questions that they didn’t ask
Funny how they wait til too late
To do that simple task
A simple “what” or “where”
Perhaps a simple “how”
Just a inquisitive query there
With a curious raised eyebrow
Knowledge tossed to the winds
Histories lost…tales untold
Answers await… linger ‘pon fragile limbs
Like fruit that soon grows old
Precious gems of wisdom
Amazing tales of yore
Histories lost at such great cost
Simply waltz right out the door
Funny how unimportant it seems
The histories hidden behind the mask
The hopes, the fears and parental dreams
…Unrevealed by questions
… unasked…
Curiosity
wouldn't give
You the right
taste. Observation alone makes
you fit for the delicacies.
Unstoppable wags
A full-body affection
Welcoming you home
Fast boi clique founder
Speed beyond Sunday confines
Yearns for open fields
Grabs life by the ball
Persistent in the pursuit
Pride in possession
Curiosity
Cautious in discovery
Bold exclamation
Those who would rid our schools curriculum
Of Kipling n' Tennyson,
Are damned and stupid thieves
Robbing theirselves and their charges
Of, the poetry and history, that
History does contain.
And with it goes, the wisdom of ages
Beyond reason,
Undreamt of, in a present devoid
Of,
Curiosity and understanding.