Watching Poems - Poems about Watching

WATCHING OVER ME ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A soothing breeze caresses my face softly murmuring a sweet lullaby as it slowly drifts by. I feel the presence of my ancestors, of those I’ve loved on their angelic, gossamer wings gently floating by. I’m overcome with love and delicious memories of a time past, their echoing voices only can I hear. With glistening diamonds on my cheeks,...

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Watching the Wake The river serenity incarnate. Water like a liquid mirror holding the sky, the trees Light falling in late summer eve perfection. We smoothly glide along in the small boat With old friends, Saying nothing. Looking behind us all the way For hours, fascinated I study how our wake unfolds behind us From a tossing turbulence To a small and perfect wave behind that, Curling...

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I wonder, yes I wonder, how many angels do we have in a lifetime? They say, we each have a guardian angel watching over us. I wonder, yes I wonder, if some angels are in training? Do they need to earn their title, with on the job training? Then we have,  Our Better Angels. The ones we can count on through thick and thin. The ones...

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above skies come alive heavenly angels watching do not blink ~ comets flying by magical days and nights...

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I sit in the sun, the dogs are up here too our young puppy digs a hole in the yard toward Timbuktu now he’s on top of his brother, pushing the Great Dane down in the dirt a gentle giant, his bro merely rolls away, nothing bothers Old Kurt...

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When I was younger, I thought that in retirement I would take pictures of or paint beautiful clouds situated so vividly above us. Clouds more often appear as wonderous displays in the canopy. Clouds sometime seems so ominous and threatening. Clouds often hover above us like a band of darkness and at other times, they are white and crystal...

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Lurking In the shadow Of the corner Of the room In the dim In the gloom Lurking Waiting In the shadow Of the corner Of the room In the dim In the gloom Waiting Watching In the shadow Of the corner Of the room In the dim In the gloom Watching Me. ...

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I see people with no clothes, And clothes with no people inside. Some dance with joy, some dance with sorrow, Every moment of life brings laughter or tears. In love, we see many colors, But here, even color fades into nothing. Time keeps moving, carrying us along, I...

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Is someone watching me. ...

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Are you watching what's going on? are you seeing things are just not right. will you wake up to the one ? who tells you there is a fight. This world is fading fast and a new one is at the door old ways will be the past his promise, that is sure. The world is now in chaos and Earths elements are just...

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God is watching you. He is watching me Whether you are a believer or godless He is ringing the dinner bell, come home Heaven's table is crowded with the dead Stay away a little longer to make room Don’t do anything to shorten your life Don’t be in the wrong place at the wrong time He doesn't seem to care if you...

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Seal the mountains, the peaks, the city— The little emperor rides waves like in Shanghai Bund. In the end, the man who loved beauty became a rifle. Where is the man-made bathing pool atop that mountain? The princely courage, allies in accord, Carried martial genes, shamanic rhythms, Carried cells of herbs and discipline, anti-entropy. Like Zhang Xianzhong sinking treasure into the Min...

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Here I sit gun against my head Praying that I will soon be dead A life with many ups and downs True love I thought would never be found That's exactly what she brought to me The endless love is what it would be Now I can only watch the jagged line As her health will slowly decline We once ran wild and...

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She was a force to be admired and feared at the bowling alley We stood back and watched, shocked by the ways of Mallie. She stood up straight and tall as she walked to the line Her strikes were amazing, her repeated spares were fine Who taught her to bowl? We asked each other Was it her grandpa, her father?...

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I sit here on this wide, stone porch, the farms stretch for many miles, even on sunny days you can sit here and drift for a while… but this is not a day like that, the far horizon tells the tale, a billowing of distant gray, the storm is coming, without fail. The first slow pickup of wind comes, scribes rippled patterns in the...

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