Best Point Of View Poems
You call me insensitive,
But I don't believe that's true;
Because, you see,
It's all about me.
It's not about you.
You say your opinion doesn’t matter,
That I’ve no respect for your point of view;
But I do if we agree,
Because it’s all about me.
It’s not about you.
You say I’ve no compassion,
No feelings for your troubles or your blues;
But none of us is issue free,
And mine are all about me;
But…not about you.
A time old adage,
“To thine own self be true.”,
Is all about choices you see.
My choices are all about me,
And, certainly, not about you.
So, when its time to make your choices
You’ll understand and know it’s true;
To decide what will or will not be,
Won’t be at all about me;
It will be all about you
But special moments confront most of us,
When what matters isn’t “Me”.
And while these moments are few,
They’re not about me, not about you.
For a time, it’s all about “We.”
Yes, “…no man is an island.”
Is a valid point of view;
But if it’s not about “We”,
Then it’s all about me.
Sorry. It’s not about you.
Barefoot in a field of daisies
hair blowing in the breeze
smile beaming ear to ear
babbling brook streaming nearby
A picture, no words
A story, unheard
Sunrays shining down
from the cerulean morning sky
a parasol twirling in her hand
shading those beamish eyes
The cottage of stone hidden
in a bed of spruce trees
ashen smoke flowing
from the ancient chimney
A picture, no words
A story, unheard
The picture won't change
It's what you construe
Each story may vary
based on a point of view
Pictures, paintings, natural beauty
drawings, photos, or sculptures
A picture, no words
A story, unheard
Point of View
Hag in the mirror
Squinting at me
Waiting and watching
A young face to see.
She doesn’t know
Face that stares back
Never thought she’d see
That old hag in black.
But here they are
Alone the two
Seeing each one
From own point of view.
10/2017
We are a jelly jar full of pencils new in town.
From Europe we came heads up, points down.
No fancy names, we shared the same woodshed
and thanked Welches jelly for this practical bed.
Lead was a number four and fatter than all.
Trim number twos, we all awaiting the call.
Writing and erasing, sometimes we paid
For frivolous writing the humans had made.
The sharpest point in the jar was funny ole Lead.
His weftage was smooth but his family all now dead.
Lead became smaller and smaller and in time
was nothing but a stub, when #2s were in their prime
It's unfair to be held back once you know our point of view
to trash cans we go for no reason with no expectation to sue.
Till one day we snap and die from being tossed
A point without a pencil, life is colder than frost
The birds woke me, before I was ready
But I opened my eyes to stand steady
First thing I did, was look out the window
Although the sky was gray, there was a glow
An orange strip of sunlight, in a sunrise show
Revealing beauty, in what would seem a dim day
Hope has proven that it can find a way
To lift our spirits on any given day
So upon wakening, go ahead take a look
There will be beauty to steady all that shook
And when you seem to have that doubt,
Remember, the point of view is what it's about
Heidi Sands
4/26/20
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Poem written by Gail DeBole on 4/30/2013 and updated on 10/2/2018
Transit System
The underside of a gutter guard
Moved for mowing...
Destination - 7 feet away from home.
Stan the snail hitches a ride.
Amusement Park Ride
Clinging to the garage door
As it moves upward.
Clinging to the garage door
As it moves downward.
Stan the snail waits for a second ride.
Dangerous Adventure
Secretly hanging off the boy's pant leg.
Stan ends up in a heap of dirty clothing.
Targeted for the deadly washing machine.
Stan the snail crawls away from a poisonous death.
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Point Of View
Seeing you
Seeing me
Ecstasy!
Written for Black Eyed Susan's
Senryu Contest
10/08/13
Is it words so hard to comprehend,
That the poem lover, loves?
That a dictionary must be at hand,
Just to find the wings of doves.
Do they long for words that seem to flow,
Like the beat of jungle drums?
Or a circus ride, tossed to and fro,
As their hunger's fed with crumbs.
Is it new ideas of a shattered man,
That their soul is looking for?
Or a bridge so weak that it will not span,
Life's great river, shore to shore.
Do they wish to hear the desperate cries,
Of a world that's gone astray?
Is there truth their souls will recognize,
When they read your words today?
THE POET is given a bell to chime;
And you ought to use it well.
You cannot speak of the upward climb,
While painting the gates of hell.
You're an instrument of truth, you see,
There is strength within your words.
You can teach of our souls destiny,
While creating wings of birds.
It's a high, courageous calling friend,
And a noble one I'm sure.
If you do not care that there's souls to tend,
Step aside from heaven's door.
For the people long for a light that guides,
To a rhythm that will lift.
Catch the wind and sail life's restless tides,
And be grateful for your gift.
This poem was written in 1987 to serve as a reminder to myself of the kind of
poet that I wish to be. I know that it is hard to reach these goals, but, they
are goals that I always want to have. I strive to be led by God's light in my
writing and I read this poem quite often.
They pollute our waters, the land, the air
They pollute the planet without a care
They kill our friends from down below
As they swim up to say hello
They build weapons to kill each other
They don't respect each race or colour
They try to hunt us in every way
But they cannot find our hideaway
We'll never surface because we fear
We cannot trust the humans here
by Ana Espinola Collins
Women
A point of view
They – flowers of diverse, exquisite, exotic, mysterious beauty –
are beauties that are meant to feed the eyes of man,
are beauties that are meant to stimulate the minds of man,
are beauties that are meant to set fires in the hearts of man,
are beauties that are meant to give wings to the spirit of man,
are beauties that are meant to be the resting places for the souls of man.
Women
Another point of view
They have become the thorns upon the stems of their rose self.
They have become the thistles that protect their flower self.
They have become the poisonous plants that kill pursuers.
They have become the weeds that strangle, that over run their beauty.
They have become the assassinators killing all that nourishes compassion
They have become the destroyers of passion, of love, of life, of the spirit.
They have become the controllers, men – responsible – has not evolved.
They have become the conductor, as man is not fast enough to keep up or get past.
B. J. “A” 2
December 29th 2006
Hovering high above the world in my flying saucer
Unbelievable scenes witnessed by my seventeen eyes
Mankind is hell bent on trying to destroy the world
Acts of violence against innocent people
Nuclear war threats and terrorism on a global scale
Is it any wonder we Martians don’t want to land?
The earth could be a harmonious place if people would stop fighting
You may see me in the future, but only if it’s ever viable for us to land
Humanity acrostic contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
11-14-17
BASEBALL IS ENTERTAINMENT
I LOVE PUTTING ON A SHOW
I GIVE IT MY BEST WIND-UP
LET THAT BASEBALL GO
SOMETHING ABOUT A STRIKE-OUT
A FEELING THAT THINGS WENT WELL
UNLIKE THE HOMERUN PITCH
WHERE IT FEELS THEY RANG MY BELL
I CONSIDER IT A CHALLENGE
TO FACE THE BIGGEST NAMES IN THE GAME
I BUILT THAT REPUTATION
I HOPE THEY FEEL THE SAME
I KNOW I GET A LITTLE WILD
BUT, I'VE BEEN WORKING ON CONTROL
NO INTENTION TO BREAK AN ARM
JUST TO LET YOU KNOW
IT'S LIKE ONE ON ONE
SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT
BUT IF YOU TRY TO BUNT ON ME
I'LL NAIL YOU ON THE SPOT
YES I HAVE A FASTBALL
NINETY-FIVE AND UP
I KNOW YOU KNOW IT'S COMING
SO GIVE IT YOUR BEST CUT
I'VE BEEN WORKING ON MY CURVEBALL
IT MIGHT JUST BACK YOU DOWN
CONSIDER IT A CHALLENGE
TRY TAKE THAT PITCH DOWN TOWN
I LOVE MY JOB OUT ON THE MOUND
I LOVE THE GAME OF BASEBALL
I LOVE WHEN THE BATTER AT THE PLATE
CAN'T HIT MY BLAZING FASTBALL
I LOVE THE PLAYERS ON MY TEAM
WHO LOVE THE GAME OF BASEBALL
IT'S A THRILL WHEN BATTERS TAKE MY CHALLENGE
AND CAN'T STICK MY NASTY CURVEBALL
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October 24, 2018
• My cowboy has walked me to this horse eating pit-
• I think I should dance and jig and throw quite a fit-
• Gators and snakes and no bottom in sight-
• If I put my hoof in it something will bite-
• The ditch is wide and the water is green-
• I’m getting spookier from the reflections I’ve seen-
• Hang on fat cowboy and grab that saddle horn-
• This big ole horse is going airborne!-
• I tried to warn him of the upcoming jump-
• When he hit the ground he made quite a thump!-
• He dusted himself off when he got off the grass-
• Dirt and mud still stuck to his fat ass-
• From his perspective he still failed to see-
• That leap I made surely saved him and me!-
By Mike Francis
A Man's Point of View
Oh woman you exist
To feed my soul
And nourish my heart
With your full embrace
I savour the taste
Of your strawberry lips
And inhale the aroma
From your creamy skin
Oh woman you exist
To feed my eyes
And nourish my mind
With your pure wisdom
Without you my existence
Would be cold and raw
A meal much lacking
In a full, satisfying flavour
Oh woman you exist
To feed my passion
And nourish my body
With your sweet essence
I drink deeply from the cup
You fill each day
With your sultry smile
And sparkling eyes
Oh woman you exist
To feed my desire
And nourish my thought
With your feasts of fancy
With steady hands
You stir my spirit
And raise me up
To higher peaks
Oh woman you exist
To feed my inner child
And nourish my aching limbs
With your tender touch
My hungry thoughts
Return each night
Satiated by the warmth
Of your velvet skin
Oh woman you exist
To feed my life
And nourish my senses
With your presence
I exist to savour
All that is you