Staring Poems - Poems about Staring

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...

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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!...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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staring into a cup of coffee staring into a cup of coffee my entire life behind my eyes staring into a cup of coffee...

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The embers flash like lightening strikes Ash floats weightlessly Flames dance and caress Smoke teases your lungs There's longing in the flames Safely stowed Posing no threat Crackling Tomorrow's charcoal To sully your fingers I stared so hard at those flames Looking for answers, fairies, anything But I couldn't interpret what I saw The colours of blue and orange The diminishing fuel Lit embers that float away with messages Extinguished...

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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' ...

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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....

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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...

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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. _______________________________________ 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...

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