Vicarious Poems - Poems about Vicarious

We’ve all known a friend in love, infatuated with love. The vicariousness of empathy is a serenely human experience. We know this friend to be us by it. Empathy from the depth of our being resonates with their love. Whatever joy is theirs, is ours. It can’t be held or had or possessed. Like a feather wafting our swipe to grasp it...

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What are the concepts onto which we hold, the crutches we need in order to walk, though mind stagnates from youth till we grow old and as false beliefs continue to stalk, a time comes when beholding light we balk? As formless awareness, one with vast space, there remains of wayward ego no trace, whence thus bereft of both desire and fear, poised...

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The primeval feelings they court Are thrills from kills as a cohort The owners are betting That this bloodletting Attracts all to football as sport Author's note: A celebrity commenter attributed the NFL's recent very high ratings and financial success to everything except the appeal of a violent game. The Romans exploited this emotion long ago at the Colosseum....

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The images come into view, so crisply, sharp displayed; Soon, but an after-image glow, as they begin to fade… If blue’s the hue, the story ends - you wake up in your bed, but Wonderland and rabbit-holes ...

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Only one made propitiation for all, He took with him the burning incense, He only had access to the holy of holies, Others stood in the outer court with their burnt sacrifices, Blood of animals was shed to atone for their sins, It wasn't potent enough, It couldn't mediate perpetually, There was a missing piece in the puzzle, A human...

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Debates futile for each soul chooses it’s path Doing what heart likes Until making each breath, a Holy Sabbath Thunderous bliss spikes Fears and desires dykes Wisdom of the scriptures, words etched in stone Tested time and again Yet each of us must tread the path alone Feeling both joy and pain Slowly cleansing soul stain When free will chooses to become from fear immune Abiding...

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8 Nov 2020 9:37 Am Television to get my vision internet to see revision Radio to set the pace and off to work and run the race Eat to fast and shave my face didn't even get a taste Coffee black caffien high kiss the wife a quick good bye didn't even see her face Work all day don't...

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Inexperienced of Fall Season’s delight my vision through virtual learning venture beholds God's wondrous artwork at its height displaying color-changes of nature. I do see radiant Autumn’s beauty as glowing leaves of magenta prevail midst boughs of crimson and scarlet bounty yield toward pale russet or auburn’s hail. Witnessing foliage so magnificent my soul praises the mighty Creator for phenomenon that’s iridescent declaring that He’s Sovereign...

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Devoid of personal exposure to Spring wonder’s iridescence I thank God for vicarious experience-fluorescence Enabling me to testify about Spring’s delightful essence Through technology with varied media’s presence. Among the four providentially-created seasons Spring’s the best, anchored upon scientific reasons: Moderate temperatures offer freedom from winter-prisons While granting relaxation against scorching summer-garrisons. More daylight in the Spring allows much work-fulfillment Ushering toward opportunities for...

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On wings of love vicarious With raging impetus my devotion soars In my dreams night after night Your loving heart I’ve conquered Opulence surrounds you worthy of a queen Gardens of magnolia exult your glamour Jeweled combs adorn your voluptuous raven hair Your silken skin mine to admire and caress On a pedestal you become my temptress Till roars that wicked chasm of the...

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The only thing better than being a rose ...

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I live my life vicariously, Through everyone else’s eyes. I live my life through every low And every one of the highs. It began when I was a child, I’d live like batman every day. Pretending I was by his side, Cutting and weaving as I play. My teens, I was the movie star, Robert de Niro, an extreme...

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A new landscape presents itself upon waking. Places that were dreams drift outward. Past becomes present; stars earth; flight, a grounded stride. I might assess these thoughts as if I have a choice - as if I might climb back into slumber; reestablish a cloud, reshape a fog already escaping. Thoughts of coffee with cream creep in, old latticework mends itself even...

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Poets dream utopian dreams Dreams of ideals and perfection Dreams of places never visited People never met Songs never sung Love stories never written Passion never experienced Lives never touched Hearts never caressed And so…they dream... Intensity of emotions Brilliance of thoughts Too hard to bear Too heavy to carry Inside the soul Breaking free from within Bringing exquisite release From visions on hold Self-proclaimed artists Mixing colors on heart pallets Splashing them on the...

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in high school there was this kid who had some kind of heart problem, he had a horrible scar where work had been done at an earlier age & he had a story to tell if you wanted to hear it--- like so many kids who had more on their plate than they wanted to handle, what with going through...

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