Spectators Poems - Poems about Spectators

...They were exhibited as strange curiosities, They all had a face, a name, an identity on this land soiled by negrophobia. They looked without seeing, their eyes lost in the ruins of their humanity......Read the rest...

... Composed, he walks towards the podium. At first to applause, until a hush forms. His heart beats like a water pump, sweat drips - eyes fixed at his ensemble. Audience anticipates, as he stands......Read the rest...

...Risking the absurd and death in every verse, The poet, like an acrobat, swings over the heads of The crowd, in a world where writing is a tightrope act And rhyme is the ladder to the lofty heavens......Read the rest...

...Dolphin is winning it! The Picklemeister said. You are crazy! Cow is right up there, way ahead! Racing to the finish with a final enormous bound. Spectators so enthralled, they did not make a soun......Read the rest...

...She's a rhapsodic tale of might beyond falu dynamics sailing through heartbreak's stormy strikes and Lupus fight. In an exchange of blows with darkness, she steams in granite, kindness gleam......Read the rest...

... Stephano observed the culture-seeking throng that filled the massive auditorium with applause. He knew many would linger after the performance to claim a prize they would treasure, his autog......Read the rest...

...Easter as interpreted by one... rebated, rebelled, rebirthed, rebooted, and rebuked courtesy one ill shod Unitarian atheist, who means NOT to affect any sacrilegious fallout nor offend devo......Read the rest...

...You're my land and I'm monarch, You're my lightning in a pitch dark, You're my orchard of various fruit, You're my dress a colored suit. You're my song that I sing, You're the symphony I ring,......Read the rest...

... HAPPINESS Happiness of baby smiles best in lap of Mother, quite evident. Mother is happier on success of her child than own achievement Happiness of Child rolls......Read the rest...

...A Step Away Blood-curdling screams reverberate in Spanish bullrings where death awaits a step away, “Olé!” Spectators yell. ......Read the rest...

... I wrote this poem about the young men and boys of various countries who fought in the first world war . Forever Remembered. Heirs of Eternal Silence Prismatic fragments of glass......Read the rest...

...Listen to the shifting winds carrying musical meteors, there soars floating letters between lyrical lines, emanating runes that reflect revolving rhymes of faith within and beyond. F......Read the rest...

...They call it a monster Actually it is a gentleman They call it a gentleman Actually it is the boss The call it the boss Actually it is a soul The scarcity of an individual, The trembling......Read the rest...

...People don't always come along the path of the heart for eternity, To stamp their seal upon your soul, to inscribe their name on the floor of your pain. We can't always tell them apart as flourishi......Read the rest...

...like the gold ring embracing my finger yet cold and aloof, always more beautiful just beyond my sight than within it because illusion is impossibly perfect a space beyond tangibility and compassi......Read the rest...