Observing Poems - Poems about Observing

Frenzied mud dabber is telling me who’s boss You don’t know what they are? Well, that’s your loss Squirrel runs down a limb with something in his mouth. All the birds are coming back from the deep south....

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Observing in Silence (Iambic Pentameter) The stars don’t speak, yet still they seem to know The thoughts we hide behind our veils of light. They turn in rhythm, pulsing soft and slow, Their silence louder than our words in flight. A shadow moves across the inward screen, A gesture drawn from dreams we fail to name. The stillness holds what never could be...

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standing in the rain again in the rain again I stand, next to the Finnish truck driver waiving with a wet newspaper or maybe it's a card deck, hand looks like a duck's beak from the radio "Satumaa" sounds like fruits falling from trees rolling down on the patio to find a man and woman circling each other's bulb like...

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i guess i am an old soul observing yes, i observe you in those wonderfully fitting loose pants you've caught me looking many a time you know that i am guilty of just being guilty my punishment is you coming over here and giving me a kiss of convenience i'll gladly accept it however you decide to give it however in life,...

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Observing kindness can bring one such joy. Kindness to his mom, by a little boy. Moms on the couch, all tired and unhappy. The child asks, “does mommy need a nappy? The family next door has four active boys. They’re all under six, they make lots of noise. A neighbor saw the mother was worn out, offered to take them for a...

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Good people.. I wish to say you are not perfect..Nor am I 'by the way..' so what makes us Better.? Or worse for all that may.? To catch a mackerel I hear say, you must offer a spratt.. So give to fortune? To gain by plan? always wanting is normal to almost all human's What...

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And the tables turn Out of favour Let the witch burn! Let's wait a while Watch and learn For a cycle's a cycle Should be easy to discern ...

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When I look at the dark sky I see the moon Inside the moon I see the King With the Crown Sitting on the throne Holding the book with a seal Leaning on his knees And what do you see ?...

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Beauty appears as different things to different people It may be the reaching up of a towering steeple Or something pleasing to the eye Like blending blues up in the sky It may be a person simply being A beautiful thing worthy of seeing Or a person deciding to let someone go Because of their love the other may grow A memory...

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long tree limbs stretching over gurgling brook flowing minnows are dashing I sit on the bank observing nature’s beauty a calming moment ...

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His head is monstrous said the withered hag with a bit of awe. I did not know who she meant, until I turned and saw…. A colorful creature dressed like the Mardi Gras You are right I said to my observant mother, Maw....

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young nurse backed out of the transparent clinic door she no longer wears scrubs but I wish she did she has on flesh-colored leggings I imagine she is bigger than I am, and I wear an eighteen anyone over a six should not wear flesh-colored leggings I make a note of this oh, my, this was the nurse with the beautiful...

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Above the heat the sky is flecked with ice. The sun is no longer burning, it’s a ghost lamp swept by the rags of a coat-tailing wind. There it is - arriving out of a hazy distance a living cliché, a Bald Eagle It must have caught a thermal. I think of all the medallions and coins it has been stamped and embossed upon; here...

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Dying to comply? Oh my.' Thinking and feeling Sick, sick, sick; ENOUGH !...

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Leopard looks solidly relaxed Reposing in the top of his tree Using binoculars, I marvel at his beauty. Or her beauty, there is a regal magnificence about her I wonder if she senses she is being watched. As she licks her paws I get a weird feeling that she does not. But then she stops and stares straight as an arrow...

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