Seeing Poems - Poems about Seeing

L-ook I-nto L-ife's I-nner B-eauty, E-specially T-he H-eart's L-anguage, A-llowing S-oul T-o U-nderstand A-ll ©bfa050125 Monocrostic (Birthday of Lilibeth B. Lastua) ...

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When I look at the sky or at the ocean from the beach I cannot lie, it makes me wanna stand up and preach And when I look at the flowers as the insects scurry about In all of my hours, I have never had a doubt His Creation is so vast yet so individually unique Yet time...

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equality arises seeing that nothing is arising interweaving may suggest that the separation interwoven is the immediacy of a dance step wood grains seem as suggestion of time past a map claimed as years and seasons of eternity emergence from or into darkness is the stuff of stories which avoids the inconvenience of spontaneity...

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Physicists may say, 'Random is not truly random, it only appears to be,' but another theory goes, (according to me) 'Not so when playing games of chance,' (and I have done the sums) for this experiment logic states, 'The odds in favour are 5 to 1.' As I spy with my little eye, seeing spots and counting dots on a regular die, (these don't go to 11) the...

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Today I’m grateful for understanding it is within our power to see every child as a different and beautiful kind of flower And if onto every flower…our love we equally bestow… imagine the beautiful garden…all that love will grow. ...

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J-oyful E-yes R-emarkably R-emember E-very M-emory Y-our M-ind I-s L-osing, L-etting E-verything R-eappear ©bfa042425 Monocrostic (Birthday of Jerremy A. Miller) ...

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An ask of mine needs urgent sating I don’t mean to blashpeme or be rude But when God was done and dusted creating And he looked and saw that “it was good” What was he looking at? Were his eyes glued to the Andes As the little mountains popped up like warts Or was it trained on the Ganges As it snaked its...

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From my English cottage I can see America. Éire sings, as it labors in my field of vision, it's drunk on nostalgia as usual. A great sail-winged albatross glides across from one eye to the other. The trip to Ohio is a drawn-out unmusical note in a leaky squeeze box. From my Midwest window I can see the top of a Walmart roof, it has a...

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Years gone by, you'd almost forgotten, as you feel the days grow old and tired, you're bones ache, and you're feeling rotten, when, once again, you feel life's fire. The two of you have been through a lot. Long ago you were torn asunder, but you loved each other, which can't be bought, 'neath the bridge, lot's of water,...

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I have come to realize, real-in-my-eyes, that these eyes can see through blind walls just as easily as a breeze sees itself upon a trembling leaf. Metaphorical hat-brim pulled low over smiling eyes. A mind-view of a world made new just for a moment. There will be more, more realizations. I will watch a hedgerow bird eye a seed that no other creature can see, and I will tell...

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googly eyes big silly grin hello hello let's have a giggle let's you and me get together and have a laugh or two posted on April 13, 2025...

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Another poster of a child holding her lost pet. When I see them, man, the sinking feeling that I get. Why can't pets just learn to stay at home? Why are they always dying to go on the roam? I haven't seen or heard of one happy ending yet. Bonus "lost pet" poem This is not why I did love you...

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Would you believe me if i told you, your life is a lie.* I'm pretty sure most of you would just try an deny.* Forced to go to school an learn about what.* The things you believe may not be the truth, tho i understand, not knowing to just trust your gut.* Science is fiction, just guesses of sorts.* Just...

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I fall asleep to thunderstorms. Though I’m under blankets, nothing warms. The storm winds blow and heavy rain pours, The lighting flashes and the thunder roars. My fears light up the night’s darkened sky. I can’t escape, no matter what I try. I fall asleep, but then awaken To find my peace now has been taken. Please someone come and take my hand Because...

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Are you going to drive after this rain, Maybe you should wait for it to dry, For you will only slide into the same old rut, Burrowing this rut deeper and deeper, It will guide your tread but at a cost, The deeper you go the higher the risk, Risk of being stuck in this rut you are...

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