Best Onlooking Poems

Intermingled threads of my fantasies pour
from the ink of my love on the bare soul
of the letter I write for you, my beloved
The windowpane sparkles moonlit dreams
And I submerge into my visions of you
You, my moon bound to your services
Make me wonder how I would...

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Three girls weathered the Arizona heat
Ranch hands distributed straw cowboy hats
Without them we’d have fallen to sun’s defeat
As our horses bounded through desert flats
Far faster than the onlooking wildcats 
 
My comrades suffering from heat stroke
We chilled the next day and drove to Tombstone
Where spirits...

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"Sad Lady"

Like
one of
these tears that
freed itself from
my misted eyes, he's slipped away from me.
Oh, that once again he'd caress my face
like this tear which
warmly slides
down my
cheek.

"The Onlooking Man"

I 
watch you,
sad lady,
from my table
and see myself that tear that trails your skin.
While you think of someone...

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Eight authors were killed today,
some of them, somewhat prominent,
and an unknown number were injured,
when a very large crowd of words
came rushing toward them, and 
crushed them under the throng

Hundreds of onlooking readers were aghast
at the sight of surprised writers, 
running from the tens of thousands
of...

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Fire rising upto the statures   
She's sparkling splendid   
Arriving at ever more elevated   

Windblown, desolate  
Bringing warmth   
To onlooking eyes   
Brilliant sparkle, days end   

As the sun welcomes the skyline  ...

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Succulent showers of golden morning dew
bathed my soft coos in pearly rose hue
the day I unveiled from my pretty petals
butterflies singing with naughty nettles.

A blooming bud smiling in my umpteenth hours
daddy's glorious girl in serenade of flowers
warm whispers of lavender lullabies with stars
quintessential quilt of...

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A WAlk In The Park

Can I tell you about a couple total strangers, I
Met them on a walk, only introduction wasn't made, however
We shared humid chill, comb gentle Autumn leaves cascading world
Wind, designing the earth. Beautiful dark brown. Touch of Pumpkin.  

That's how their...

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I spent my day shopping for rubies.
Shades of magenta, crimson, maroon
sparkling in the ocean of my options
as stars which would make me swoon.

The old manager tried his best
to understand my specific details,
yet I couldn't explain my vision,
much to his chagrin at drooping sales.

Shimmering ruby crystals...

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The new maid, Jo, walked out onto the deck,
Seeing the reclined form of Eric Dvorak.
He stretched out in the sun,
oblivious to everyone,
then leapt up quick, stiffness in his back.

Eric then stared up at a high window,
way up on the second floor did his gaze go.
Anger...

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Dilapidated houses line these streets.
Lawn furniture that holds memories,best kept discreet.
Neighborhood air redden of cooking.
Seniors who've weathered the years of onlooking.
A tumultuous life for those who have lived here.
With nothing but boredom,and occasional fear.
Hollow eyed children,blank with thought.
Raised with the beliefs,of what their parents sought.
A...

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fog slowly dropping
eerily rolling out 
a dense blanket
begins spreading
creeping over ground
invading forces

her cold fingers
twisting knots
touching slowly
trembles deeply
shivering in body
rattle bones
into the spine

dark souls dance
in a grey area 
clouds eyes 
without shadows
onlooking feasting sinners
within shawled emotions

casting black
falling  feelings
of moist darkness
weeping sadness
within deaths valley
lost in love...

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Dilapidated houses line these streets.
Lawn furniture that holds memories, best kept discreet.
Neighborhood air redden of cooking.
Seniors who've weathered the years of onlooking.
A tumultuous life for those who have lived here.
With nothing but boredom and occasional fear.
Hollow eyed children,blank with thought.
Raised with the beliefs, of what...

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Bugs are crawling in my brain
I want to go out into the rain
And laugh and sing and dance all night
But mine is not a happy plight
You see, they say I am insane

I say, I just fell in love
With a lady I can’t stop thinking of
They...

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She herself abandoned
her inner self lost to
someone somewhere
in a shower of dreams...

gifts given from heaven
by her shunned...for
these were not enough...

these gentle reminders
yet ever powerful...buried 
pain...

...of how her children came
to be...

the wander of a past
banished...her spirit strew-
embattled...and damaged...

...she conceded her courage
and her conscience...

and settled for self...

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The winter wanes and the soul of the water revives.

Reincarnation incarnate.

The Cascades cleanses her cradle of Earth; kissing it's sediments with liquid sheen and sentimental shine.

It's body is a white and blue river; it's scales being the scale of space in which it occupies. 

Suspended...

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