Observer Poems - Poems about Observer

I have seen you in pain, And have also seen what others from it do gain, I have seen you in joy, And also how others around you, then, enjoy. I have seen you in love, When you hug her with the thought of Now, I have also seen you cope, All the odd situations you faced with hope. I have seen you...

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What is it that you are showing me? I saw a scene on the news: Someone “powerful” has been disrespectful to someone in need. Many emotions came to the surface for the first time I didn’t get caught up. I just watched. What is it that you are showing me? I want to go deeper See behind the story Can I see myself reflected? All stories are fractals of my...

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The moon watched over the park with a star by its side A tint of gold reflected from trees where things can hide The park was empty and quiet, with frozen ground, no snow Just a place to discover things, a welcoming place to go The leaves from fall remained along the path to walk where you may just want...

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Kite-Surfer prepares for his thrilling ride With double-checked gear, wades into the tide Observer sits noticing all that’s around And sees the direction where’s Kite-Surfer’s bound Like an outgoing message that’s waiting to send Kite-Surfer is patient, then catches the wind Observer sits calmly beachside near the trees From safe distance he knows more than Kite-Surfer sees Soon, he in the water takes...

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She was a woman of many talents an artist…a composer…a poet…an author too. People looked at her with awe and wonder whenever she created something new. They would marvel at her genius and with each new creation they would marvel more… amazed at her ability to create what no on had created before. And she was always thankful for their praise… Then...

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In a quiet place I sat While waiting for the taxi to come. Someone had told me in advance that, Traffic wise, this area was lonesome. In front of me was a tiny little pond Formed by a small drip from the incline. By this trickle a bubble was formed, Followed by others in a sequential line. Bubbles born, floating and dying Continuously in...

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Cindy sat at the top of the stairs Watching the Christmas party. It was like Daddy said. As the night wore on, people got gigglier. Then the arguing started. Finally, there was pushing and shoving. Cindy was getting fearful. Would they take out guns and kill each other next? Influenced by the evening news, she could not sleep. She went to her bed and...

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Time doesn't sprout, does not breed, but all eyes and watches... Since eternity......

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Detached Observer In Stillness I Observe light Green arura northern light In space, in vision A cloud of solar wind Dancing vulnerably Riding freely My twin cell is on that ride Am A detached viewer Become an extension of breath...

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as we become the observer soul and spirit, one in prayer our cognition becomes single with all forms, our spirit mingles seeing, as does the Creator 31-July-2021...

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traveling through time changes on the watch observed the standing moment...

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Stilling not stillness, let now the stillness still our being Gripping us in heightened rapture of bliss vivifying 15-November-2020...

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From horizon to zenith's point and then to Crimson dusk he moved While I kept watching leaves turning hues which now swim on blue water (Two lines poetry challenge) 22nd September, 2020...

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E-xcellent D-edication's G-reetings A-re R-ightfully A-pplied L-etting I-mpressive P-oem I-nspire O-bserver Topic: Birthday of Edgar Alipio (December 04) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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He waited in he wing Having desire without voice Papa said he could have But only with limited choice She pulled back energy Knowing not to be loud He would tear her up If she attracted a crowd The bruises on his arm Told a story of its own Though surrounded by family This child was alone Young, yet aged in dress She walked with baited seduction He had...

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