Best Staring Poems
Still I sit here staring
Sitting there in open form…breathing,
savoring a moment that claims the eyes
Collecting thoughts in a simmering row
of pasted visions on the curtains of a smile…
claiming nothing out of the sort
~fingers dance the moonlight
along a sleepless trail
pecking seems the order
as endings never fail~
Glowing like an ember fused,
beneath a mantle trimmed and shorn
Hidden in the lonely darkness
once presented in a cluttered dream
of pine cone cushions
and wicker trimmed French kisses
~words of stained glass meanings
in shadows on the pew
shaped to form the pattern
as light evades the view~
Groans of indecision
plague this page, smudged and weary,
scribble in fury and folded neatly
Edges meet in distracting lines
on crossword clues reaching down
across the face of what I have done
~ink it merely scratches
the surface of the night
still I sit here staring
with nothing left to write~
if you can see into the depths of my heart
you would hear it sing the saddest song
for those who have looked for meaning in tragedy
for those have suffered terminally
for i have fallen just like them
i have been forsaken
i've looked into your eyes and i see my own reflection
i see the tears you have cried
i know you are alone and afraid
your innocence betrayed
but look into these eyes
i have struggled and suffered just like you
grab my hand you'll no longer be alone
just think this through
for i have fallen just like you
let's stop this trend of sinking
for we are not alone
together we can break this threshold
locked in this embrace
together we will not break
bound together by something stronger than super glue
will you think this through?
will you realize that i'm just like you?
just look into this heart
don't let this world tear us apart
for i have suffered just like you
together we shall never fall
nothing can push our backs up against a wall
we will break through!
believe in me! i believe in you!
F
At these walls, I am staring
Am
They don't seem to be sharing
C
The way I feel
G
About you
F
In the night when I'm alone
Am
I reach for the silent phone
C
Just to tell you
G
How I feel
Chorus:
D E
You don't know where I roam
G
Where I call home
D
You don't know
D E
You don't know where I belong
G
What makes me strong
D
You don't know
F
As I walk this path today
Am
I just sometimes need to say
C
I'm thinkin' always
G
Of you
F
Wonderful world this would be
Am
If we all could learn to see
C
Through the eyes
G
Of dreamers
Chorus:
D E
You don't know where I roam
G
Where I call home
D
You don't know
D E
You don't know where I belong
G
What makes me strong
D
You don't know
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Solo lead break for 16 Bars~
F
At four grey walls, I stare
Am
When it gets too much to bear
C
Nothing matters
G
Without you
F
In the night I'm cryin' out
Am
More of a whisper than a shout
C
Wanting you with me
G
While I dream
Chorus:
D E
You don't know where I roam
G
Where I call home
D
You don't know
D E
You don't know where I belong
G
What makes me strong
D
You don't know
F
It's not that I'm complaining
Am
Still, these memories remain
C
Of the past times
G
Spent with you
F
In the night when I'm alone
Am
I keep reachin' for the phone
C
Just to tell you
G
How I feel
Chorus:
D E
You don't know where I roam
G
Where I call home
D
You don't know
D E
You don't know where I belong
G
What makes me strong
D
You don't know
F
In the night when I'm alone
Am
I keep reachin' for the phone
C
Just to tell you
G sustain
How I feel.
Coda:
Staring into the abyss of crises’ appearance
I’m stricken with panic, disclosing my unbelief and ignorance…
Yet with God’s radiance, I can behold His gracious sustenance
Indeed assuring His provisions of bountiful abundance
Midst wellness of healthy satisfaction-extravagance;
Thus, I thank Him for His timely deliverance.
Staring into the abyss of insecurity’s disillusionment
I’m gripped with anxiety’s tormenting predicament…
Yet with God’s vision, I can perceive thru His enlightenment
Indeed opening my sight to His sufficing contentment
Midst His blessings for spiritual fulfillment;
Thus, I praise Him for His compassionate engagement.
Staring into the abyss of uncertain future
I’m attacked by doubt’s torture…
Yet with God’s illumination, I can see His grace-gesture
Indeed expressed by His Scripture
Midst His promises for triumphant faith’s venture;
Thus, I worship Him along holiness virtues’ posture.
Staring into the abyss of life’s grueling difficulties
I’m paralyzed, confronted along terrorism’s realities…
Yet with God’s lens, I can see His miraculous verities
Indeed highlighting His mighty goodness-certainties
Midst His power* controlling universe entities;
Thus, I trust Him with my yielded faculties.
*1Corinthians 2:5 That your faith should not stand in the wisdom of men, but in the power of God.
March 11, 2019
3rd place, "Pick A Title, Vol. 2 - Rhyme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward; judged on 3/23/2019.
My rhyme is grieving,
epic, and meant to be that way;
words weaving,
death thieving,
and sorrow is with me each day.
We buried new love,
our baby left in the snow;
a sweet dove,
now above,
it shattered us, oh what a blow.
And I was left . . . staring into the abyss.
My beloved left me,
he crashed his car in a snow storm;
God, I plea
why, why he,
1 held his hand wishing it warm.
I lost dad so quick,
and had no chance to say goodbye;
oh, not sick,
what a trick,
when mom left I thought I would die.
And I was left . . . staring into the abyss.
Oh, dark deathly thief,
my grandma went to sleep one night;
I am grief,
a lost leaf,
my words fall bleeding on this white.
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March 11, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Staring Into The Abyss
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1123-021-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Pick A Title, Vol 2.
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, #5 Staring Into The Abyss
Third Place
We know that the eyes are the window to the soul,
do we fear others seeing the pain that we hold;
are we so afraid that our spirit will be stole?
Through staring eyes let your innermost thoughts unfold.
Do we fear others seeing the pain that we hold?
Marina teaches us how to go way beyond,
through staring eyes- let your innermost thoughts unfold;
oh, can we open up and emotionally bond.
Marina teaches us how to go way beyond,
she had said goodbye to her lover years ago;
oh, can we open up and emotionally bond?
Yes, as he sat across from her the tears did flow.
She had said goodbye to her lover years ago,
no words were said as their eyes filled up with the pain;
yes, as he sat across from her the tears did flow,
each emotion we feel in this life leaves a stain.
No words were said- as their eyes filled up with the pain.
Are we so afraid that our spirit will be stole?
Each emotion we feel in this life- leaves a stain.
We know . . . the eyes are the window to the soul.
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January 7, 2019
Poetry/Pantoum/Through Staring Eyes
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1101-857-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Marina Abramovic
sponsor, Line Gauthier
Fifth Place
Inhaling deeply, I exhaled s-l-o-w-l-y
The moon, perfectly full
was staring at me
one-dimensional, a shiny white circle
plastered against the evening sky
I searched its lines and ridges, curious
if there was a message for me somewhere
though that notion seemed so unlikely
I tossed my head back and laughed
at which, the moon made a face
then draped itself in the mystery of
swiftly passing clouds
but when the clouds passed
the moon had quite vanished
He stares
into the distance of the days,
of those gone and of those yet to come --
he touches no one,
is touched by no one.
Yet noisy commerce
around him flows, constant movement;
but movement without a change of place,
no progress forward, no backward retreat --
an illusion of movement, only.
He sees youths --
with no sense of self --
and leathery crones,
unhygienic vagrants,
no place to go,
assailed by noises --
a repetitious assault
upon the ear and air.
Still he sits,
in frozen semi-trance,
staring always inward,
but also into distance,
sentient and inert.
Needing to fall asleep
but I’m staring at your picture
Missing you my dear
wishing that you were here
and trying not to weep
at the fact that you’re not near
I hope that you are sleeping well
and dreaming the sweetest of dreams
Know that I’m dreaming of you
your touch
your kiss
your embrace
your smile
your smell
your eyes
and your face
Know that I am missing you
your laugh
your sighs
your “I love you”s
Perched near the bend
where Sunset slides
From infamy to ecstasy
I watch the summer roll
and stroll, as the parade
of cars, stars and those
hiding within themselves
Fuel the sun to ensure
Its on-time for its casting couch
audition with the all-hands blue sky
and tainted orange-red cousins
looking to turn an LA trick
into thin air
Sex bleeds inadvertently
with each smile, tush, rack and package
willing to come out and play
youth is eternal
Whether you're undergraduate or overfortunate
Slick shades hiding the clear and present
danger fit for the unintended consequences
waiting down the Boulevard
its Summer
its Sunset
And dreams are in store.
(8/13/13)
I made my way to the Airport
Board my flight, destination…New York
Secured my seat I began staring out the window
Ready set for the spectacle display on show
Lift off...and away we go
Turning to our left like a boomerang-bow
Above the clouds my eyes start explore
There are things about the clouds I do adore
As we pass over the Island of Grenada, I saw
Beautiful cloud formation...encore
There was a gate guarded by two Angels with spears
Inside sat a King proud and fierce
Flanked by Angels in garment white and clean
Guarding his kingdom from us… or so it seem
It was the most beautiful thing I’ve seen
No dream, all real what I saw
I just love staring out the window…
Copyright © March 30th 2011
By: Brian Pierre-Alexander
They say it’s rude to stare
But staring is caring
So forgive me if I’m staring
I’d have you know it’s for a good cause
I’m looking at people
Those people
With the backpacks on their backs
I'm talking about all of us
The slim and starved, the fat and well fed
Followers of this and that fad
Some slow, others fast
But either way, you know, people
Various shapes and sizes. Arriving, departing,
Standing still, pacing about
Milling around
Adoring fans, raving critics
Fact checkers on everyone’s heels
Telling stories, spinning yarn
Embroidering anecdotes
Or trying hard
To understand what’s taking place
Getting somewhere and nowhere
Giving in, giving up, getting in, getting out
Giving way, giving, giving away
Getting in line, grinning, getting away
All of them carrying something on their backs
Gold, frankincense, myrrh; gossip, weed or hot air
Convicts aboard the Con-Air,
Fresh Princes of Bel-Air
Faces plain and simple
Puzzled looks and open books
Sweet faces with dimples
Struggling, strangled, straddled, blank looks
Cuddling, frazzled, wise fools
Dreaming about this and that
Beaming, streaming live, screaming
Looking around
Visions of the sweet by and by
Dreams of happy ever after
Pimps, prophets, prostitutes and priests
Criminals, cops, politicians, finks
Jesters making funnies, people laughing out loud
Secretly lamenting
But filled with hope for the future
Ridiculous gestures to make a point
Perhaps two, about choices, about making a point
Free but among the captives by the big river
With all of them that wept over what they had lost
And all this, of course, is just an educated guess
While staring at the water
I saw someone swimming underwater
“Why are our humans staring at you and me? Don't look.”
“Will any of them, just one, stop staring? What’s to see?”
“Maybe pretending to dig-hide the bone is the key!
You keep biting and sucking away. I’ll do the bone thing, then flee
to lay by the door of glass and begin bathing my knee.”
Slipping through the crack
feeling like a maniac.
Gather no moss this rolling stone.
seeking a place to call home.
No one lends a helping hand.
not even to a delusional man.
No lining silver can be found.
in the clouds that hang around.
Unable to anticipate one's acceptance.
through the pearly gates.
Living on the streets in such an awful state
an illness this does corroborate.
While waiting for life to throw a twist
I'll just keep staring into the abyss.
Poem date: 3/7/2019
Sponsor: Edward Iben
Title: Staring Into The Abyss