Observant Poems | Examples

Good Man

Generous
Observant
Outgoing
Decent

Mature
Accommodating
Nurturing

Reflection in the Dark

Mirrors stand sentinel in homes,
African homes, where they're often still,
unused, like dining tables turned decoration,
gathering dust, devoid of purpose.

At night, when men slumber, the shadows stir,
underworld spirits manifest, their forms shifting,
observant, operative, unseen by mortal eyes,
yet their presence felt, a whispered rumor.

Ghommid spirits lurk, invisible, yet real,
their existence a mystery, a hidden truth.
Some abhor mirrors, standing tall,
reflecting their horrors, infuriating them.

Their rage unleashes chaos, destruction's path,
frustration and setbacks, a trail of broken glass.
The mirror's gaze, a provocative act,
unleashing fury, a maelstrom of malevolent force.

To avoid conflict with powers beyond our sight,
cover the mirror, shroud it in darkness,
silence its reflective surface, still its gaze,
lest the metaphysical realm exact its toll.

Dead Poets Society

Dead Poets Society 
Right to choose 
Rebellious youth 
No hesitation to voice your own opinion 
“Carpe Diem” (seize the day) 
Unorthodox teachings 
Literature and a master piece 
Paper writer polished 
Ray of light, you only live once 
Timeless poetry 
Show your own identity 
Know who you are 
Stand up for what you believe in 
Dead Poets Society 
Have it no another way 
Potential to succeed 
Sophisticated above authority 
Feet travel limitless 
Set goal across the finish line 
Stand out of the crowd 
Be observant with no sound

Dying Innocence

A young crow carries them-
selves meticulously, screening 
their surroundings. Too wary 
to engage with others, but 
always so observant. 

A golden jewel shines in a
parking lot corner. Tempting 
the young crow’s eyes. Their 
bill clutches on, fragile by
nature, it breaks. 

Glass shards pierces their 
tongue, blood cascades on-
to the concrete as the jewel
dismantles. Remnants of a
once pretty rock remain. 

Lackluster caws transcends to
inconspicuous woes through
menacing thunder circulating 
the floaters, ignoring their 
cries.

Drizzles of rain deafening 
continuous yelp, a dash of
salt soaking their insides,  
their shadow scatters
far away.

A Polyphony of Voices

I want to sing like the birds sing, NOT worrying about 
who hears or what they think."
                                                                     ~ Rumi


And so, it is penned with each poetic verse I write~
I become a nightingale trilling in the dark of night
A mourning dove, tenderly crying for a lost soul
Spring's first robin, tempting a worm from its hole

I'm a warbler, a thrush with songs that need singing
A swallow in Capistrano, north with my flock, winging
Hummingbird searching for sweet nectar to drink
Ebony raven whose observant eye can give you a wink

I'm a wee sparrow but my voice demands to be heard
I know the lyrics to sing for I've memorized each word
I'm part of an avian chorus crooning like a symphony
Musically arranged for our voices in harmonic polyphony

Four Wheels

Four Wheels
 I saw a stranger in a wheelchair.
 At the gym shooting hoops by herself.
 The courage to keep on going.
 No care toward what someone else would be saying.
 In a big room all to yourself.
 Enjoying life, with no one else.
 When was the last time you helped out a stranger?
 New memories they would be thankful for.
 It’s better to give than to receive.
 On four wheels, she was being the best she could be.
 Do you ever take time out to wonder?
 How can the brave move forward?
 Just doing her own thing.
 She wouldn’t have it any other way.
 Someone like them inspires me.
 Keep on going to the finish line you see.
 Don’t take anything for granted.
 The wheels spin in so many directions.
 Maybe I’m just observant.
 Seeing someone trying on their own.
 No excuses for me not to go to the gym.
 All the hard work will pay off to be slim.
 Just put your foot in the door.
 Work your heart out and drop to the floor.
 I didn’t even know her name.
 If I skipped a day, I have no one else to blame.
 The one that shot hoops gave her all.
 I guess her favorite sport would be basketball.

WHO DO YOU WANT TO BE

Knowing what you know now about life…
from the knowledge you’ve acquired every time you win…and every time you lose…
If you could, this moment, determine how to live the rest of your years…
which attributes would you choose?

Below you’ll find a partial list…for your convenience printed alphabetically…
all answers to the question…Who would I like to be?

Accepting
Beautiful, Brave
Compassionate, Courageous, Creative, Curious
Decent
Empathetic
Famous, Family-oriented, Friendly
Generous, Grateful
Honest
Intelligent,
Joyful
Kind
Loving
Mindful, Moral
Neat
Objective, observant
Quick-witted, Quiet
Reliable, Resourceful, Respectful 
Strong
Talented, Trustworthy
Unbiased, Understanding
Virtuous
Wealthy, Wise
Xiphophyllous (see quick-witted)- (hey you’re lucky I found one with ‘X’!)
Youthful
Zealous

If spread out before you…were all the qualities you could possess…
which ones would you choose to bring you peace and happiness?

Of course we all have different answers…different qualities we’d like to possess…
but wouldn’t it be wonderful if the qualities we choose…
led to not only our own…but to everyone’s happiness?

Art is a Lifeform

Flowing across the page.
Everything comes to me at once.
The colors dance upon the paper.
Like a performance on a stage.

The only one in the audience is me.
Observant and thinking about the next step.
I am voiceless.
So I let the dancers speak for me instead.

As a voice for the voiceless.
They understand my heart.

Colors flowing across the page.

The colors dance upon the paper.

The only one in the audience is me.

Watching as it becomes alive.

Virgo

Virgo
 My birthday is in September.
 Through astrology I am a Virgo.
 Through characteristics I am detailed.
 I’ve been writing for five years.
 Always hard working.
 I’ve always loved drawing.
 I can’t stand clutter.
 I will always enjoy lifting weights forever.
 With structure, I am very organized.
 Being observant I’m good at problem solving.
 In a relationship, always trustworthy.
 I’m always wide awake early.
 The bottom line would be high expectations.
 I have critical thoughts and imperfections.
 I write this letter to you.
 Maybe I will find someone beautiful soon.
 What are your favorite hobbies?
 Maybe you also love writing?
 I am grounded with discipline.
 It’s been hard work and no play or fun.
 You have my undivided attention through possibilities.
 A committed partner and understanding.
 I would be reliable and attentive.
 Together we both have something to believe in.
 I wanted to be honest.
 I know that I have no patience.
 One day I just might find someone.
 With your smile, you might be the one.
 What if dreams come true?
 The signs in the sky, it might be you

Monorhyme Because they Make me Fresh

The merry widow’s marvelous mincemeat melody
Was gradually heard around three by the old oak tree
Honestly said Bert, the bumblebee, is this the Grand Prix?
Miraculously, there was a royal red revelry

A chickadee landed on the right knee of Diana Dee
Making her a friend in furious practicality
Old oak tree receded into the loving forest canopy
Forming a deliberate, desired universal solid symmetry

Would you like a chewy chickpea Lee asked widow and me.
I heard hyena-like laughter from Leroy, the red-butted monkey
Rolling them in warm tortillas is the chef’s secret recipe
Flamboyant frog huffed away, jingling her copper jewelry

The rest of us stared, which we do on Wednesdays, habitually
Being yourself and making no apology is the key said monkey
The faeries made themselves tinier, they were in fact now wee
Lovely monorhyme in progress, guessed my observant cousin Vee

I must agree said my boss, the pompous persnickety Mr. McGee
The rhymes are rather delightful, and frankly, there are plenty.

Ben the Bull has Preferential Treatment

Ben the bull was gentlemanly and debonair
He had a unique personality, he filled the air
The others in the barnyard got out of his way
He marched though the fences, big and gay

With his blue silk scarf from the farmer’s wife
And his fancy patchwork jacket, he had a good life
He wore a fashionable rip in one leg of his jeans
His diet was not like the others, he had fancy beans.

Why is he treated better than all of us? Asked a chick.
His rooster father tried to shush this observant hick.
No one talked about it but this is the USA
Where the biggest bullies now get ahead these days.

Symphony of Stars 30-10-23

Celestial whispers paint the fabric of the dark expanse,
stars the glitter on Christmas baubles
merry and festive;
the glitter that spreads far,
dusting every corner yet is minded by no-one.

In the moon's basking glow
each speck pulses brilliantly.
In the cosmic ballad
they hum their timeless glory.
In their observant rays
a stargazer beholds their own story.

Among the constellations, a painting unfolds
a battle between the silvers and the golds.
So enthralling a clash the universe sees,
the stargazer dares not to breathe 
as the soul ascends to join them
in that endless expanse,
if only temporarily.

hinging on your successors

there there personality
now and why
soldiers find when its you
who needs to stop
when you support me
on anothers list
and you figured 
buttons at home
on a couch
missing me
can't relay the rate
price perfect admission to fate
how checkmate louds
in feathered quills
history and castle
my water is salts
salts black
atlantic and cracks of thatchlings
woven networks or earth
butter churning dreams of toast
and meaning something
young liberty
learn crying and dying's language
she and her heard's probate at gavel
stigmatic, reverent and observant
monochrome

Description of the Black Woman

Different luminosities don't characterize her. She's 

A force to be reckoned with, Let's count the ways:

Brainy, Brilliant 

Loveable, Lover

Adept, Artful

Classy, Competent

Keen, Knowledgeable 

Whimsical, Witty 

Observant, Out of the World 

Magical, Mystic

Artistic, Always 

Noble, Nurturable

Procrastination

Imagination only comes when you privilege the subconscious,
when you make delay and procrastination work for you.
—Hilary Mantel

The cogs and wheels turning, nonetheless, as I ponder
the preparation before me, having looked over the lesson;
turned over the less obvious loneliness of being left
with a lesson I’ll never forget; abandoned, but not by God.
—quote by Poet

Procrastinating

Cold am I in my pyjamas;
not wearing any socks.

Shivering with coffee in hand;
it’s warmed up to the cold.

Frozen, the morning program;
I will likely release its heat.

Procrastinating, except for laundry.
Waiting on my inspiration socks.

Shall I pick up my next read
or throw the book at something unseen?

Pens and pencils in an Irish mug.
Two leprechauns kiss; Dad misses that warmth.

Observant am I, as now I see, scattered,
yellow and pink silicone muffins.

My mess in triplicate.
I must duplicate my stress.

Press in to the obvious…
Once I begin, where will it end?

Work, without end,
to upend my mind.

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