Vicarious Poems - Poems about Vicarious

A Friend in Love

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

Discard vicarious knowledge

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

vicarious gladiator syndrome

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.

Vicarious

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

His Vicarious Sufferings

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

Vicarious Knowing To No Avail

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

Our Vicarious Life

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

Vicarious Autumn Experience

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

Spring Time Vicarious Experience

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

Wings of Love Vicarious

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

Vicarious Roses Cliche

The only thing better than being a rose                                               

A Vicarious Life

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

The Vicarious Tightrope

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

Vicarious Lines

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

The Vicarious Pain-Seeker

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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