Best Vantage Point Poems
How strange it must seem
when each thing becomes clearer
seen from a distance…
Perhaps the eyes have more time
to see every point of view
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1/19/16 Contest: "Syllables of Wisdom"
Sponsored by Silent One
The queue curls;
Serpentine.
Crimson faces
A woman exhales!
The last breath of her cigarette.
Takes her place:
at the tail end.
Thin silhouette, vital teeth missing!
We remain at the vantage point; watching.
Food bank: a new entry
In our dictionary.
A kindly man hands over green apples, a loaf of bread
And a tin of soup; indistinct!
To the mouth of the serpent:
An adolescent mother
With her babe in pushchair.
I usher my babes away;
Eyes moist!
Yasemin Balandi
When I look in my mirror
I don't see what you see
I see fear and failure
I see hate and anger
I see inner turmoil and scars of self destruction
What am I missing
I hear your words about what you see
But what you talk about is skin deep
I don't care about my face
I don't care about my body
If you don't see my mind or my heart
Then I must have fooled myself
I made me believe I am something I'm not
Someone worth anything you'd have to give up
I thought I was enough
That I was the person you could fall so deeply in love with
that nothing else would matter
no one else would matter
I thought maybe my presence lingered in your mind
long after I had gone
or that maybe my words haunted you as well
I'd hoped that I had spoken with such truth and spirit
that you would also believe in such a love that many ridicule
Now looking in the mirror I see doubt
I am self conscious
and I am full of self loathing
How could I have been so wrong
wrong about what you saw
wrong about what I saw
Perhaps I am playing a part
so wrapped up in this fairy tale of a life only I have faith in
maybe the type of love I imagine isn't real...just an illusion
and maybe the person I thought I could be doesn't exist
my vantage point is front row center stage
the performance of my life
unfortunately I was the only one to attend
Papa God, From Your Vantage Point
Lord, from Your vantage point,
You are able to see,
each star and sun You’ve created and yet
the hearts of all men and still able to zero in on Allen and me.
You can be in a crowd yet
but You still have the best seat of all,
as You help unsaved people find You and at the same time
save Your people from a horrific fall.
You don’t have to worry about not having
Your seat in order to take a rest,
or someone like Satan as he tried to steal it
and found himself by You as him You did arrest.
Papa, how I have longed to sit on Your lap
and observe You at Your Heavenly controls,
how You have fine-tuned the stars and galaxies and
at the same time brought Your corrections to invoke.
I’ve longed to see how You handle each prayer from Your
children who are going through such desperate times,
to see You moved by Your mercy first hand as
You wipe their eyes and heal their troubled minds.
I’m not sure Papa if You will grant such a request
though it has been a heart’s desire in me for some time,
so I will give and surrender it all to You
as I wait for Your perfect plan for me and work through my life’s design.
Oh, Papa, I long to see You and my Jesus
and just to sit at Your feet,
But that will be when this life is over and
Your plan for me You would have made complete.
Written May 30, 2016 by:
Marilyn S. Jennings
When the sun disappears from our presence
Hidden away by huge orbs of dark clouds
Spirits become forlorn, emotions tensed
Our focus is lost, and we float about.
As if we just lost our best friend, we mourn
The days when the sun made it all sublime
We could see our life and future far out
Sure, all of our dreams would come true in time.
Suddenly it all disappears from view
Fears enter our being, and hopes are gone
Whisked away by menacing threats of doom
We blame the elements for this let down.
In so doing, we fail to see the truth
That we were made in the image of God
That within us lie the strength, the virtues
And vision to reach beyond our look out.
In truth, the sun shines on, even when shunned
By storm cloud like forces out of its grasp
That oppose its purpose, till once again
It breaks through and in its rays we bask.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 05.22.11
She is afraid of suspect spaces,
with sparse starlight, ancient arches,
abyss-steps, swinging lanterns &
comforted by a moonlit garden,
an expansive sky of navy blue,
glitter-stars in an elocutionary’s box.
5/20/2023
Bitsize Contest 64
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Serenading you with my sincerity
assembling praises in your name
your one glance falls in place
a thousand emotions it resurrects.
Dawn is the new dusk
you pretend and wave it off
but the beauty in it
like an elephant without a tusk.
I wander to find peace
to render apologies apiece
my state of mind eloquent of a mirage
and I stay true to this farce
reality sickens me to the core
bringing redundant conversations to the fore.
Dredging up new barriers
setting up new boundaries.
Parsing life stuck at this juncture
now I run slower
and a lot less hunger
our differences like embers
time smouldered them
now settled beneath the ashes forever
still flickering by power of faith
memories waiting for someone to remember.
Life trickled through an hourglass of hurt
Oozing not soothing a nectar of stagnation
He turned the pivot upside and downward
But the aperture never shifted its focus
Narrow and confined he felt trapped inside
Squeezed from outside and within the pain
A kaleidoscope of constricted reflections
Or a rushing mirage on a twisted horizon
He had to shed the load on his shoulders
Trim the drippings of foul shaped remains
Crash the distorted mirror into mere shards
Cut loose from expectations’s compression
Over endless time he began to understand
Surrender requested a change of perspective
And thus he suspended both ends of the timer
From the wild tree of life grappling for meaning
He seized the right angle and remained still
For a succession of a few tranquil moments
Mesmerized he cradled himself from below
Closed his sad eyes and floated above himself
The world flowed on its own without pressure
Began to gather momentum as quietude shaped
A constant reminder that outlooks may change
When seizing the core rather than flawed outlines
When he attempted to measure his progress with
Formulae equations and axioms the centre reverted
To the unwanted chronograph of crushing oppression
And reminded him that letting go meant not to hold on
14th May 2020
Things we take for granted
Might be treasures in disguise
When reflected from the vantage point
Within a baby's eyes.
From a teapot to a squirrel
Or an airplane, flag or bird,
There's amazement when you offer
Explanation with a word.
You can watch the wheels start turning
As the pieces start to click
And vocabulary blossoms;
Repetition makes it stick.
For the world is filled with wonder
To those figuring things out;
It's a joy to be a part of
Teaching what it's all about.
I visited the shadow world,
preoccupied with shadowed thoughts
that smoke across the page,
and vanish in the light of reason.
That is to say, it is the proper way
to deal with thoughts like these,
the ones with worrisome exteriors,
fuzzing up the mind...to visit, sift them
through the lens of the unknown.
Is it not pure sacrifice of light
that sculpts an evanescent joy?
Send the night upon my heart
and let the shadows dance
their pure, seductive art
that streaming day would cloy.
Something else occurs beyond
the simple blockage of the sun.
Something past humanity
tears at romance, makes possibility
of pathos and of festival; it speaks
of rest and restiveness. and sends
its waning light on pilgrimage to truth.
Shout down the stealth
of gods who blaze across the sky
upon their firery chariots; their myth
is wearisome, their legacies of death
are past design. The time is ripe
for children's games at twilight
when the shadows play, and tease
and disappear into their history,
yet there in immortality
for still another day.
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Holding the handle
Touching the toe at arm’s length
I see what you see
By Robb A. Kopp
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celestrial stars
sparkles ever so brightly
from afar they are
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stars ever trinkles
ever moving shining so
from a vantage point
12/25/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
This poem is inspired by Jeff Ripple's painting titled 'Stormy Weather'. You can find the link to the painting at the bottom of the page, and there is also an image of the painting uploaded with the poem. It is recommended you view the artwork while reading the poem for a better experience.
8th place brian contest winner
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zephyr fluxes goose bumps jittering across my flesh
Tempestuous weather looms on the wide horizon
avaricious storm intends to embezzle this nautical day
jeopardizing ritual of sun worship, prompting a solemn orison
gloomy shades interweave, enclosing glittering white clouds
vibrant azure iridescence fades into opaque hue spawning dour sky
peerless panoramic plug, thunder rumbling from nirvana
impregnable dimness hurriedly eclipses the brightness
Persistent tremors induce serene waters to wiggle
unceasing wails of celestial hosts cascade from bleak air
Natural forces unleash tremendous terrifying turmoil
wielding imperium forces to ensure their obedient yielding
Imposing coniferous Emerald reigns over dimmed scenery
quaint dwellings foster an alluring air, drawing their audience
tumultuous weather indelibly etched in oil glaze on linen
'Stormy Weather' by Jeff Ripple; his unique insight memorialized
winterparkpaintout.org/paint-out-archives-2015/
I see what I saw as I saw what I seen;
Reality vision horizontally is it real;
Is it in the distance is it in the fields;
The verizon pictorial so discreet I see;
The distance and it's free;
Open vision imagery it's so real;
As I look upon the canvas kaleidoscope of the beauty;
Beauty of the fields and lands open spaces flowers and trees;
And braces this is the view that I saw as;
I see what I saw the beauty of it all;
9/25/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
My world moves parallel to yours
Try as I might I cannot reach you
I may understand from a vantage point
But I’ll forever wonder
Try as you might you’ll never reach me
You may only imagine
But you’ll try to help anyway
And that may be enough