Short Curiousity Poems
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Looking into someone's eyes
can give you a lot of information
Eyes can show pain, joy, mischeif
intelligence, curiousity and more
However, you can only see what
someone is willing to show
Unstoppable wags
A full-body affection
Welcoming you home
Fast boi clique founder
Speed beyond Sunday confines
Yearns for open fields
Grabs life by the ball
Persistent in the pursuit
Pride in possession
Curiosity
Cautious in discovery
Bold exclamation
her name amaze me
her face didn't deceive me
raise my curiousity
the beauty shows naturally
shaking me head to toe
nothing to say
one enquiry in mind
may i know you more ?
night and day i see
big smile on your face
i wish i could draw it
it is lovely scenery
Curiousity kill
A cat's neighbor, unmindful
Delight brought him back.
I got to listen
To your plea, raise and complaint
Before I lift feud.
I'm so tired but free
Mind says walk further a mile
Body says stay.
Your life's not my fault
My life is not your business
Nothing frills to chills.
You sit upon a shelf.
Placed where the eyes can see.
Your waiting to be noticed,
Filled with curiousity.
You wait until I settle comfortly in to bed.
Then you move so stealthly, and lay above my head.
You are like a child.
Yet you never say a word.
Although you are my cat.
You should have been a bird!
fly
dreams unreachable
as far as an airplane's window could never see
could never see me
imagine gravity
holdinq me back once more
setting fire the door
once more
oh that curiousity may let me sing
please, fear, go away
from my window
so this air can caress another and bother me no more
i am shootinq star.
Those who would rid our schools curriculum
Of Kipling n' Tennyson,
Are damned and stupid thieves
Robbing theirselves and their charges
Of, the poetry and history, that
History does contain.
And with it goes, the wisdom of ages
Beyond reason,
Undreamt of, in a present devoid
Of,
Curiosity and understanding.
I don't get the expression
There's cats everywhere
That was the only dumb cat
To which the world compares
Mine are in the cupboards
Closets they can perch
Diving under my sheets
Curiousity is what makes them search
Unwrapping to toilet paper
Hockey with anything on the floor
How come they're still living
I'm using that expression no more
I stood in front of
the cave of Temptation
and accepted the invitation
It was not
love at first sight
but curiousity in the dead of night
All I remember
is that I was eager to surrender
and I must admit
that it only took half a second to submit
That once-only fling
has made me commit to one thing:
I will take the location of that cave
to the grave.
Analyze my eyes Mr.Optometrist
Tell me what you see ,
Read them better than how they read the letters on the wall
Believe everything you read ,
For they don't lack honesty
Like the mouth and its master.
Learn my deepest secrets
Then feed my curiousity so it will leave me alone
And if by any chance you see my soul through those windows
Describe him just as he is, I forgot a long time ago.
Form:
Confusions or wonders, cramming congestion,
Acknowledgement, that true trust dies.
Curiousity, begging the first question,
Beginning of where, wisdom lies.
Triggered, when encountering the uncertain,
Questioning, one's perceived self worth.
Innocently peering, behind the curtain,
Finding one's purpose, upon Earth.
"Why?" concludes, where questioning starts,
Predertimined, by our own hearts.
The snow crunches under my toes.
I feel like Frosty, wrapped up and poofy yet bitterly cold.
Cracking ice, frozen breath, my nose turns a painful pink.
I scoop up snow without gloves,
To examine each individuality...
My life-long curiousity with Wilson A. Bently's science.
My fingers tighten and prickle with cold,
so I follow animal tracks home.
I, bundled and cheerful,
Amble home from the frost to the hearth.
Curiosity sparks the flame anew;
desire burns from thoughts of you.
Anticipation spreads its entangling web,
and I'm caught in the longing for more.
Dare I dream that you are real?
Dare I dream these emotions to feel?
Dare I expose my heart to your touch,
and let your love heal me (wanting too much...)
One lifetime... two hearts....
One love....
Pray will last.
(approx. 1997)
There's this place I dare not go
For if I do
My feelings they will show
So I tried my best to stay away
But my heart with its curiousity
Wanted to go and see
What was in this place
That seemed so strange to me
Not knowing what I'd gotten into
Not even a little clue
Once I went to this place
And seen what it had inside
My eyes came to a big stretch
What had come to my surprise
Is that love it self
Came to stand by my side
The feeling I tried to hide
Form:
Morbid Curiosity
By Dalene Deale-Rowe
Here’s a morbid thought,
But I thought it all the same
If I had died yesterday,
Who to my funeral would have came
Ironically the thought was sparked
By an episode of friends
Which brought to life curiosity
About presence when life ends
Do we get to see
And do we even care
For how do we truly know
With whom true friendship we share
I hope I leave a mark
On every person I touch
Who really knows
The measure of how much
Form:
As I sit and wonder why
There's no hello and no good-bye.
No kiss or hug to fill my day
Just images to paint my way.
I'm curious to how you think
How you skate in your own rink.
How you move and dance and sing
How you breathe in fall and spring.
Tic Tic Toc throughout the day
How are you? Are you ok?
Watcha thinking in the mind?
You feeling mad or feeling kind?
I can feel you without touch
Somehow that's strange to me
I don't know quite how to feel
Like being lost at sea.