Best Stare Poems
I’ll sip whiskey and stare at the stars with you,
so don’t say it now, say it when it saves me,
when it turns me around,
when it means the strings attached ,
fall to the ground ,
but i’ll still sip whisky and stare at the stars with you,
listening to the wind,
standing on the sand,
watching the waves come in,
i’ll sip whiskey, and stare at the stars with you,
so don’t say it now,
say it when it saves me,
when it turns me around,
say it when i’m standing,
strong on solid ground,
say it when there’s nothing left to bleed,
there’s just those lights and you and me,
yes there’s nothing more i need,
then i’ll sip whisky,
and stare at the stars with you
I stared long into the sun,
and got blinded by the truth
My carnal eyesight was burned away
as I descended down from atop my roof
Now I walk among you sightless,
yet seeing everything
Being blinded by the truth is most liberating
Come all ye children,
sons and daughters of the Most High
Lift your heads to the sky
and open your eyes
Gaze long into the sun,
let abundant light come in from this sun stare
Then go forth, now color blind,
revealing the nature of God to whomsoever everywhere
We stare and stare, we strain our eyes,
Pointing telescopes towards the sky,
Hoping, one day to see
Our origins or our destiny.
Like ants attempting Everest,
Unlikely, yet we try our best,
For surely there are more than we,
And if we look, there may well be
Others looking towards their sky,
Who stare and stare, and strain their eyes.
Entry for
The Universe Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter.
2/7/2019
Ah
to look into thine eyes
and cast a shadowy glare
to break that misty stare
to open the portals
to an endless journey
into your heart
that is my thrust
and never dying lust
to embrace your rosy lips
upon a golden moment
and hold it
in a crystal space
ever so gently
never to break
the way you move and glide
like a shimmering tide
a settling curve
upon my nerve
and to make this boast
is my toast
to life
and you.
Wistful flakes, plunging down
on vines of Birch and Ash.
Signs of Witches in this winter ballet.
Her familiar stares..
as if to say goodbye.
Gleaming yellow eyes
of mystic stolen dreams.
Fly with me..
fell the coldness.
Walk with you..
into the unconscious.
Meet your madness..
through the strengths.
Of hardened souls.
Stare Raven, Stare forever.
We teach our children not to stare
But human nature bests us
For seeing someone not the norm,
Despite our efforts, tests us.
The wheelchair-bound, the little folk,
The scarred and the tattooed;
To all who differ from the rest,
Our eyes get drawn and glued.
Of course, we quickly turn away
(Except the rude, who don’t)
But even just that little glance
Reminds us that we won’t
Be able, from our fragile perch
Upon the status quo,
To understand how life must feel
When people view you so.
Obsidian eyes deeper than the universe,
What lay within?
Turns out,
I never knew you.
A Blank Stare
I’m sitting on this comfy chair with a pale like blank stare
Knowing many an excellent word but they just won’t come out
My mind is full of knowledge but still it rages on with a dare.
In my brain there-in these thoughts still do invade
Unintelligible thoughts my friends just stare at me
I give no uninvited thought to which I will share with thee.
My friends really wants to stay and thus help me
But still I’m filled with hesitant heartfelt doubt
The only person whom can help is just within me.
I’m all by myself I have to let the thoughts bring out
I’ll then write a little note of contemporary words
For all my friends so they can dearly read and see.
That I have never initially brought forth and left them
Harken! My words are just stubborn as stubborn like me
Here to my pen and paper will write just from within me.
Written: Nov. 25, 2014
Humming-Bird
a far off stare --
looking up from
painted toe nails
~ Revised Repost ~
There once was a minister so meek
His sole desire, the Lord for to seek
Despite babes everywhere
Never once did he stare
He just smiled, then turned her other cheek
I stare at you
You have no clue why
Some say I’m weird
I really don’t care
I stare
I’m not interested in your looks
I’ve read your books
I’m more interested in you
You
Simple yet complex
Full of mysteries
Full of tales
You get uncomfortable
I don’t care
I still stare
I drift away in thoughts
What would it feel like to see your world through your eyes?
To know the things you know
To see the things you see
To feel the things you feel
You smile almost all the time
But I see the tears no one sees
Your looks tell a different tale
Your books tell a different tale
But now that I see you
I see a different tale
I find you rather fascinating
I’m captivated by your complexity
You’ll make a good muse
Oh yes, that’s good use!
I stare just for a while
A little while longer
I drink in your aura of wisdom
Wise one you are
Smart too
You get uncomfortable
I shouldn’t care
But now I do
I’ve seen the truth
I’ve seen the sadness behind that smile
Pretty sad you!
I look away
And take a bow
By Sylvia Chika
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There is a LOOK!!!
Like cold ice.
from men and mice,
I will not ignore,
The warmness in a motionless shore,
Keeping me from the insanity
The stare in my vanity
taunting me
haunting me
promises looking straight at me
tears of serenity
free from all mental stress or anxiety
drowning in self silence,
holding on to balance,
my eyes flick vindictively.
spellbinding aggressively
staring at movement in a ghostly way
hiding like baldness under a toupee,
wider than the projection of a silhouette
sleeping away the visions I want to forget,
Like I said there is a LOOK!!!
I'll never understand,
From mice to: man.
by;pd
The Kingfishers Stare
shy blue halcyon
caught your stare under moonbeam
ripple over splash
© Shane Cogan 2013
Thousand Yard Stare
Injustice in my eyes
When i look at the world
But i can't follow the crowd
And keep them shut tight
I will die to see what's right
With those left fighting against the lies
Something must be wrong with me
Am i hot, or is the world so cold?
Experience the warmth
Before you grow up
For when you stop growing up
You start growing old
Standing under the sun and looking into the days
Blood is boiling in my veins as time quietly sways
Catching the breeze blown with fresh, grassy smell
Grinding the past, as the clouds treacherously stay
You sat inside there, said nothing but stare
Bracelet on the ankle, which furiously glared
This cave, where our promise was made
Left me alone, and gone on your own crusade.
That tree is still standing tediously today
Broken dreams never have reasons to sway
Shattered memories and screams, still lingering
In summer nights, they give me winter shivering
Standing under the clouds and look into these days
Cold blood is boiling in my veins as time quietly sways
Catching the breeze blown with wet, slurry smell
Looking at the tree which shatters young dreams
Grinding the past, as the clouds treacherously stay
Mikhail.