Looking At Poems - Poems about Looking At

The world paused. I'd taken a photo of a pigeon and was showing the pigeon the photo. The pigeon was studying the image. We watched on in wonder, watching as the pigeon transcended - almost... Then a woman asked if she could sit down, and feeding lettuce to a pigeon whilst showing it...

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At any moment, looking at the world, we don't notice the love that flows secretly, Like an unseen river winding through the valley of our days, Gentleness, a whisper of wind caressing the leaves, Faith, a glimmer of a star illuminating the darkness of silence. They are virtues, you might say, but they are more than words; They are crumbs...

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My ancestors may have faced it rough, And my hope of prosperity may have been shadowed My great grand may have failed But got nothing about tomorrow I don’t need to know why they failed Because that was their time But me am looking at the future. I may fail today People may call me all names To refer to a failure But am not...

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Looking At These Lovely Mountains God Made This sight is free The Lord wants us for I can see ...

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Do you see the same moon I see? Do we worship the same god? You probably live in an entirely different country: I'll reckon we'll never meet. I bet we have so little in common; but I guess We could never know. Maybe you're exactly the same as me From the top of your head to the tip of your toe. But whether...

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Awestruck in its grandeur, acquiescing to mystic of refulgence up high, Exalted I feel, lauding designs iridescent, upon sapphire blue sky; As I listen to birdsongs, reverberating missives of sensuous eventide, Reminiscing in titillation of love, wishing you were here, by my side. Rippling currents strum, rhythms of river rushing, burbling nearby, When flocks of birds glide above, swooping and...

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Supine, Looking at the Sky ...

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Supine, looking at the sky I’m on a hill, where daisies with the breeze are dancing. I see birds and wish to fly - to soar with them with joy and great ease. Supine, with my heart in flight, I’m flirting with the clouds surrounding me. My spirit’s wings reach a lofty height. Now higher than the birds, I soar free. Supine, dreamily...

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Lying supine on my non-mowed lawn at early dawn looking at cerulean sky on a sunny day. Everything fine ! Chirping sparrows walking on my lawn in row trying to chase a lone crow. ...

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Melancholy thoughts surround me, as I gaze into the galaxy. Tonight the moon casts deepest shadows over me. The universe encompasses so much of your energy, As I gaze into the galaxy, melancholy thoughts surround me. We were always together you and me, I the clown, you so wise. The twinkling stars remind me of your bright eyes. I...

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Looking at My Hands By - Roger White Pallid skin, once luminescent, now brown and stained like husks. Gaunt fingers, once straight, now gnarled and twisted like twigs. I lament where my hands have been is not where they are now. Yet, slowly through the epiphany of memory, I see all they have done. These trustworthy hands have guided me through...

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I never thought I'd turn into a flower, supine, looking at the sky, sometimes vibrant, but so fragile - with an innocent vulnerable rainbow heart. My eyes gaze at timeless horizons, resembling fragrant pages of my poetry. My verses are like a bouquet of emotions, an abundance of fresh pastels, which sometimes bleed dark and deep. I'm well versed in the beauty and ugliness...

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In the stillness of a new moon night, I lie supine, gazing at the celestial light, Millions of stars, galaxies, and planets afar, I ponder the mysteries of life, both near and far. I wonder what becomes of souls when they depart, Folklore whispers they ascend to the stars in the chart, Do they...

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Three times it happened, all connected, Transcending time and space, Ignited by the key ingredients - A tree and sky above my face. Looking up through skeletal winter branches, The leaves had dropped off of each bone, The third time I was with a cherished friend, The others, I was alone. Rock 'n roll poets played the stinging soundtrack, Very clear, yet very low. The...

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I can understand Cowgirls And some are real cows But 'Cowboys'? Shouldn't they be Bullboys? Why did they call the chimp On Tarzan 'Cheater'? I wouldn't play cards Did Williams Tell spill the beans? If rabbits have holes? Can they be filled again? So David Bowie thought there was life on Mars? More life than in my city? Why go cold Turkey when you could have...

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