Staring Poems - Poems about Staring

Staring Out My Cabin Window

I am sitting in this cabin,
’twas built so long ago
up here in the wild mountains,
has a big bay window,
a vast and sprawling forestscape
greets my wandering eyes,
then comes that familiar urge
to get up, go outside.
Go traipse that hill off to the left,
I bet the view is good,
scope that meadow off to the east,
where deer come from

Staring a new day

Watching the sunrise,
In the early morning sky,
Stunning red and yellow sun glowing,
Appearing over the mountains so high.
The mist has cleared,
So slowly, fading away,
As a new day is about to begin,
Hope life brings you happiness and joy,
A feeling of peace within.

Wishing you all a wonderful day!

I Paused It And Now Joey Cora Is Staring At Me

Ruffling the feathers
Of your expectations.
Rilke to the left.
The portrait of Alf
The back of my left ear.
What unconscionable theives,
These Time Czars,
Where we live with the scars,
As joy bounces on the crevices.
I see you in the dark in some cave.
Let me be your bombastic populist.
The Strong Arm of the Soul.
Play in the light of least resistance. 
My

Staring Contest With the Ceiling

Sometimes I don't think at all
Nights like this having staring contests with the ceiling
I concentrate on the little sparkly bits in the vast field of white
The nothingness
  the lid to my Universe
Sometimes I want to rip it away
Leave myself exposed
For the elements to come pick the flesh off my bones 
 finish tearing me

Voices Staring at Me

Up here Inside there at the Center
My Voices quickly Come slap again
They Point it out and Run it down harsh
It Smarts

Voices Voices I got it I Hear you
Voices Voices I know it I’m Listening

Over another Off to the Left
My Voices funny Voices clever Chatting
They Smile at me and Nod yeah yeah
It's Good

Voices Voices I got

please stop staring

I had never seen one of these orange poison faerie frogs until now.
She was a beauty for sure, her spots were symmetrical, she was a wow.
I could not stop staring. After a bit she asked me to please stop.
I screamed as she made a move toward me with one giant hop.

staring into my witch's cauldron

Soil with sabrino, boil with babinoes white
Fire of witches, fire with switches bright
I gaze into your depths, feeling amazingly light
Wondering what dish you will bring me tonight

Soil with sabrino, boil with babinoes red
Fire of the ghouls, the ghosts, the goblins and the dead.
My mind concentrates on the powers you have over me.
I am ready to

Staring down Stairs

Spirals downward ending in a platform
The end of the descent, the end of it all
A way to silence the eternal storm
Going out with one loud bang

A hush goes through the passageway
Not often one wanders through here
All alone as I ponder the many days
And which ones make it worth staying

Would I sleep restfully if I took

Staring Into My Cast Iron Cauldron

Soil with sabrino, boil with babinoes white
Fire of witches, fire with switches bright
I gaze into your depths, feeling amazingly light
Wondering what dish you will bring me tonight

Soil with sabrino, boil with babinoes red
Fire of the ghouls, the ghosts, the goblins and the dead.
My mind concentrates on the powers you have over me.
I am ready to

Staring Into a Cup of Coffee

staring 
into a cup
of coffee

staring into
a cup
of coffee

my entire life
behind my eyes

staring into a
cup
of
coffee

The Future, Staring Right At Me

A pretty young girl walked right up to me
    stuck in her finger in my belly and decreed

  'You're old and useless, you should die'
    but before I could cry, the pretty girl let fly:

  'The future belongs to us, the young and the strong'
  

Staring At the Stars

As higher than thou head looks upwards
At the many specks of lights we call stars,
All my high mind has to do is look forwards
Ahead to when I am healed from my scars.

Staring

At dinner, I stopped and stared at you.
The way an ant stares at a blade of grass 
Or a heathen at a temple
And the way a child lays on a carpet in front of cartoons on tv
Staring 
Or how the moon needs the earth but can only stare. 

The waiter kept walking away
Like a bee

Bravado Staring Blank

One has no more fuel left in tank,
One more dare not give army tank,
With little air in tyres
Bravado of West tires,
Cracks seem to show in NATO rank.
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Happenings |21.01.2023| limerick, humour 

Poet’s note: New Zealand’s prime minister Jacinda Ardern has announced her resignation: ‘I’ve no more fuel in the tank’, she says. Germany, worried of

Staring At the Sun

To watch the sun and moon liaison
With eager, wary eyes
I put my special glasses on
And turn to face the skies

Silenced, stilled and blinded
I try, but can’t quite see
For it’s then that I’m reminded
Of childhood’s shadow on me

So very far from there and then
Celestial bodies merge once more
And take me back to where and when
Sol and

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