Watchers Poems - Poems about Watchers

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...

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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...

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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...

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**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. ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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waiting for wise words whispering and wondering ...

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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...

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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...

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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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