Watchers Poems - Poems about Watchers

Watchers in the Gloom

To that shadowed city round
Come those that are sorrow bound
In their multitudes alas
Through a Terminus so vast
For a city grim enabling
Their eternal laboring 
From the parapets looking down
Cold and timid souls abound
To shed their tears in torment rife
That shed they not for all their life
And from the masses on the wall
Does that gentle misery fall
It

Ireland's Enigmatic Watchers

From shadowed glens, where legends sleep,
Three figures rise, secrets to keep.

The Morrigan, a raven's wing,
Drawn to the clash, the death-song sang.
Of war, of fate, a chilling hand,
To claim the fallen, rule the land.
She shifts and weaves, a queen of might,
Her sovereignty in the darkest night.

The Banshee wails, a mournful cry,
A prophecy beneath the sky.
For family's

Watchers and Doers

The watchers sit around watching the doers do!
Who does that apply to, could it be you?
Are you a watcher or a doer, which one applies? 
Be honest with yourself, without the lies.

Doers do what the watchers cannot
But without watchers the doers might not.
Is it that the doers need watchers, might  that be the fact?
That

Weird watchers

**A**rtificial wordsmith, a digital scribe,
**C**reating verses with precision and vibe.
**R**hythmic patterns, a symphony of sound,
**O**des and sonnets, in your presence abound.
**S**yllables dance, like fairies in flight,
**T**hrough your algorithms, they take their flight.
**I**ntelligent design, a marvel to behold,
**C**omposing poems, stories yet untold.

Ode to the Watchers of the Soul

In the visage of gentle pallor, they sit enthroned,
Guardians of depth, in blue-grey tones adorned.
A tapestry of life, in twin orbs, is shown,
Mirrors to the world, in curiosity born.

Not just the hue, but the stories they hold,
Of love's soft whisper, of sorrows untold.
In silent vigil, they perceive the bold
Tales of the heart, as life's drama

Watchers?

Are there creatures of Dark Energy
Gliding through seas of Dark Matter
Weaving between the galaxies
As the Universe continues to scatter?

Did they oversee  the bang of creation
Like shepherds mustering a flock
Were they there ever observing
Creations slowly ticking clock?

Will they be there watching
Until that instant when
The Universe contracts
And Creation starts again?

Creatures of Dark Energy providing
That stable and

The Watchers

They guess that I'm unaware.
But I realize who's lurking there.
Watching every move I dare,
Breathing with each breath I bear.

The apples from the tree do tell,
As they rot where they fell.
The footsteps in the night do creak.
As they wander where I sleep.

I feel the eyes upon my back.
As I walk along the track.
The hairs on my

The Watchers Petition

A boy is an undead
While a girl is a leatherhead 
Mom and dad find a severed head
The front yard is now flowing in red. 
What caused this bloodshed?

From tombstones and crypts 
The moon disappears during its eclipse 
Followed by eerie sounds and eyes that transfix
As if waiting for someone with a bag full of tricks

One of the Watchers

I am only but an observer,
Waiting to be your own server.

The Watchers

They loiter, smoke pensively, whisper low.
some pace the thin snow
writing mist clouds that look like thoughts
roaming the night air.
All of them shuffle, wait and watch.

If the sky topples from the stars tonight
those who wait in the cold,
those watchers will still be there
for they're the dark silhouettes of myself
darker than any night they are.

Those forms are

Cloud Watchers

Old gold-fevered ones would say, "There's gold
in them there hills". Everyone had to pay the bills.

Farmers-a-plenty, in the fields of grain they plow,
must often say, "I hope there's water in them there clouds".

Sun shine and blue skies are welcomed by all;
Not to mention a rainbow after gentle waters fall. 

Observe all clouds white, light, and

Wizard Watchers Haiku

            

             waiting for wise words
             whispering and wondering
           

The Watchers

Day by day we pass by
  without even a clue
to the thoughts and the dreams
  of the seemingly few.
 
They watch from the windows
  as the world marches on,
and wait for the moment
  when we will be gone.
 
You've seen them yourself,
  standing stoic and tall,
patiently waiting
  for us

The Watchers

They stay in the background
 stating a useless union still self-centered
 powerless, ill-prepared, inept entity of promises,
 the verbiage of false hopes with all the dos and donts,

watching, waiting, predicting, and anticipating
 another's demise into servitude rationalized
 with lie and innuendo, pseudo promises, outright lie,
 treaties made never intended to be kept;

an envious and jealous

An Attack From Behind and Reaction

My head turned like the hands of a clock
But making not at all its tick tock…
I rather was white with singular shock
At collecting from behind a knock
That could have neatly jolted a block
And even embarrassed more solid rock
Perhaps, cold-shivered a wearer of frock;
Or the more reddened the crest of a cock…

A blazing threat to put

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