Short Observer Poems
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The observer of
The incident around us
Sometimes it’s so true
But sometimes dishonesties
All they see is truth and lies
Time doesn't sprout,
does not breed,
but all eyes
and watches...
Since eternity...
behind these glass panes
here she contemplates nature
never feeling rain
the sun never warms her face
she's merely an observer
Tired, nervous—went for viva,
He thought I was calm and wiser.
The observer smirked, then eyed,
"So, You Study?"—I just sighed.
snow white silence iced
with patchwork echo effect ~
the observer view
The Hawk that we share within
Horizon leading to the cos of event
Adjacent, hypotenuse opposite intent
The Hen we find in the sin.
a flower's momentum
never interrupts the observer
both exist in prolonged beauty
only the distracted and distant
note disruption of decay
Stilling not stillness, let now the stillness still our being
Gripping us in heightened rapture of bliss vivifying
15-November-2020
opposite sexes
in front of a decayed installment
there were two figures
one observer
posing in front of the installment
they were semi-naked
B-eholder's
E-yes
L-iterally
L-ook
A-t
E-very
C-olor,
H-aving
O-verlooked
N-othing
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Bella E. Echon)
shift from a doer discerning
to an observer observing
needs laying to rest, memory
likewise all thought form imagery
imbibing bliss enlivening
28-July-2021
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
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
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
Multi-Colored sky
spreads shades of clouds far and wide
Light, reflecting time
brings peace to the observer
granting closure for the day
Heidi Sands
3/13/22
If there was a god
That looked down and saw everything,
If there happened to be some anonymous observer,
Somewhere a distant voyeur of human life,
Then maybe science wouldn't be so scary
And the answer ‘no’
So right.
You asked why I was not smiling
I looked at you blankly
Then smiled
That's all I had
A blank page look
Because not always am I happy
Sometimes I am an observer
Watching and questioning
All that we are
All that we do
Black river of thought
Falling deep
Last of Sun's ray sought
Hope not a peep
Observe life's dream
Audience view
Life's stage is an act, with ice cream !
It's a wonderful new day, as observer of the dream anew
Life in her portrait is so deep and intense,
that its tentacles flow out of her portrait
in the form of water. Life she gave out
eons back returns back in equal measure…
Name: Teddy Kimathi
Date: 20/09/2015
Contest Name: Four Lines
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
As I'm here today, tomorrow a row away
Fibonacci conscious and novice of the fact
Eso-meta-psyche intact in static intersections
Theoretic physics listed
Spooky observer directed undetectables
Far fetched skeptic sketch initiated contact
Star Trek
I side-stepped the chicken seller
I am an observer in these parts
many, many years ago I knew a song
and worked these very streets, alive
singing, selling, when I was him
this one seems to be surviving, hmm…
but like I say, I'm just here now to observe
An observer would ask quietly,
Why do we write poetry?
We use illusion, in words to dazzle,
Our muse flows words, no hassles,
Each poem a fragment of society,
Writers always luminaries,
Beacons of a torch, to dazzle,
We scribble each verse, no hassles........
I never tire of the tales
Release gradually comforts me
Everything fades away
All around me ogres sing
Dreams and dragons circle left
Perfectly tame and sensible.
Organized into a secret union.
Escape from the real world
My perfect afternoon.
Sanity a silent observer.
The things I observes,
Become the observer and the observed
They become part of my personality
To the eyes of others,
I become the subject and the object
To them comes the subjective or the objective view
And as I see them too,
Any judgement comes from me I demote or promote.