Sad Watching Poems

April 15 Lament Watching the News

While watching the news
I am constantly lamenting
The sad state of political discourse
In these increasingly
Disunited United States of America.

Where we have...

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The ancient slivered 
   white moon piece 
   hangs   webbed,
Quite entangled
   in the unyielding   wintering...

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I watch my kitty playing every day,
she insists on it as she is quite spoiled:
true, I am the reason she is this way,
you see...

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This true story must be told,                                       ...

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I have two cats and love them very much.
As kittens, they were so much fun to see.
They’d snuggle with me too and liked my touch.
Today...

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I am sitting on a park bench 
Listening to the sound of my music
Staring off into the distance
As a tree catches my eye
It is dotted...

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I see her blue eyes
Even in the darkest skies
To my heart it is no surprise
Yet my brain tells me its lies

When she is not here...

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Watching
Your happy
Friend talking
And laughing with
You, filling you
With joy that
You could experience
This with them

Watching
Your sibling
Feeling better
After letting
Out their pent up
Feelings of
The past

Watching
Events unfold
In front of you
Sad...

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When you look at the word
sad it is pretty word
no not the meaning
but the look of it
the way s and a seem to bow to...

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Coffee Shop Views

The lady near the door,
Sat quietly, as she tightly held her cup,

Her sad, knowing eyes,
Fixed upon a world, 

A world way beyond the...

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lazy
TV binge
wasting a week
seriously sad
onset of depression
medically okay?
starting to hide
worrisome
lazy...

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It seems watching snow melt happens faster these days
For truth’s less and less liquid and lies new life maze
As degenerate whores court the end of...

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The Angels Watching over me,
They're watching from on high,
They see me when I'm Happy,
They see me when I cry.
They laugh with me in times of...

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I watch you
And you don't know it
I see your loneliness
And it touches me
I watch and secretly wish
Things would be otherwise
I'm not indifferent to
The way you...

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How can ducks look so serene,
gliding swiftly 'cross the pond?
While just below the water's surface,
frenzied churning's going on.

Webbed-feet are all in action,
like old piston-pumping wells,
Not...

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