Observer Poems - Poems about Observer

...I am turtle and I roam. From town to town, carry my home, upon my back and that’s a fact. A more patient creature you’ll not see; my best feature, is to patient, be. I take my time an......Read More

...I’m here as observer - watch mankind the master, see how he treats nature. He has such cocksure ways. His arrogance amaze. But what of future days. He thinks he’s in command as he is oh ......Read More

...This April night, the jasmines sigh a gentle, fragrant breath like fallen stars, they watch the sky envious of death Tethered, earthbound, by their vines how cruel, these crafty ropes yet sti......Read More

...Does he notice? I scribble, gripping my writer’s notebook with the steady grip that I can only manage when on vacation. I write about the way he stands, face to the incoming sea breeze, shoes t......Read More

...Where the river runs cold, warmth can still be found In the tranquility of the flow, is a peaceful gurgling sound Snow and ice do not stop its move, as it crests in smiles Cold air transforms the ......Read More

...In what way will we understand this? Dopamine candy, groping, stoking doses Fully arousing in deepest clarity. Circular selves, Porous places in and out, Echo and shout. Interior spaces Gl......Read More

...Most of the places judged Exclusive A keen observer impress as Elusive, Doors firmly closed to The Intrusive, Their sweet airy windows inclusive... From these I'd try statements conclusive: Fa......Read More

.... I sense that he speaks most to me. Easy words flow straight to the heart, and I hear Charley's voice while reading. I do not know him, nor are we likely to cross paths, but yet I seem to f......Read More

...And the generalists knew one better preaching to the converted They have risen above their parapet Industrious said the observer as the moon made a foray anywhere else Have you seen the sun ......Read More

...The drive home is short, but feels like a maze. I grasp my keys, feeling as if they will melt in my hands. The door is still locked. My hands are shaking inconsolably. While she was n......Read More

... at the cusp between slumber and wakefulness I reach a subconscious of wonder it seems that my house was built too close to the ocean foundations and perimeter walls supported by reason an......Read More

...November second two thousand twenty two... abuzz with Autumnal thrum Approximately six weeks since August sum er re: lazy dog days witnessed lolling about sipping cocktails, whose primary ingr......Read More

...Big secrets, in rose tinted glass, the grandeur of life just a mirrow view apart. A sweet fragrance of falsehood guards the heart, Beauty is at the price of someone's dark. There s......Read More

...Those who have attained some degree of Higher enlightenment, should be very careful as to which esoteric teachings are revealed on-line. As careful also in large gatherings (classes, etc.). Powerful......Read More

...I am only but an observer, Waiting to be your own server.......Read More