Witness Poems - Poems about Witness

Now, I don’t know why, he left without a word, returned from the grave, only to walk a road I could not follow. Someone must have held his name closer, spoken in a language I could not hear. I watch them exchange unspoken truths, a passerby in their quiet communion. And now, I don’t know why, she left without a word, came back from the...

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My darkest needs never beg forgiveness— they crave a mirror. One that fogs with your touch, not your abandon. ...

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Stalked by thought, we chose to be nonchalant, by relinquishing belief of ownership, looking at these images, as ephemeral wisps of smoke, appearing and then disappearing, no different from waves of the ocean. Bereft of thought, all that which then remains, is formless presence poised in the void, as pure awareness self-aware, to which form is an object, from outside looking in at the senses five and lower mind; instruments for our...

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What does it mean to witness suffering and feel it burn inside you, not as gentle empathy, but as a deep-rooted and screaming indictment? There is a boy who carries cement as I carry metaphors — without question, without choice, without allowing himself the luxury of another option, only with a resignation sculpted in silence. He is not a...

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March, 2025 She walked past me today. Her gaze hollow, her pace a ghost. I can see crimson threads weaving down her arms— not gloves, no. I think she’s going to the Cliff. I wonder if she’ll return. Most never did. April, 2025 She sat at the bank all day and stared at my ripples— It is what I’m proud of the most. I tried to sing for...

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March, 2025 She visited today, I’ve seen her kind— in a silk white dress, and a pair of scarlet lace gloves. Something soaked my sparse grass. Tear or blood? I’ve never learnt the difference. April, 2025 Her steps were particularly unstable tonight. We watched the tides together, sometimes I envy how they flow— No tears were shed tonight. (A tragedy for my grass, but good for her) I wish she...

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Knock, knock can I come in? Jesus came to bear witness to His life He rose from the barren tomb He rose to a better and more beautiful life God the Father watched over His Son He was pleased Jesus came to love and serve Jesus won't forget His Father's words Go My Son and change the world...

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She’s at it again. Wasting my ink staging yet another death. I draft her crimson melodramas with third-hand metaphors as she sips on ‘hope’ like tonic laced with rust and wears ‘moor’ like thrift-store perfume. I thread her June into forced sonnets (poor things), before her gin drowned the meter in proofed regret. Even a pen gets impatient. Sometimes she pauses, as though it might save her— I...

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spring haiku 11 sprinkles of spring shine roses unfurl their blossoms… the sky is witness ...

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Spring Hiku 7 cherry blossoms shine ...

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I wouldn't bother alchemizing language into golden press releases of your own making. It never works long anyway, grapevines get better reception. A dog knows who flinches. Moss grows where one lingers, even silence leaves thumbprints. Say nothing. Say too much. Either way— they’ll know you....

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I am to one what another is to me. The years press against each other producing sweet nectar drops of time that we have created are gone to past again. I have told you it is so and you are my witness to this ...

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A silent twin that stretches, shrinks, and sways, A darkened mimic through the sunlit days. No voice to speak, no hand to touch or hold, A phantom presence, stories yet untold. It dances with us in the morning's light, A lengthened figure reaching for its height. At midday's peak, a compact, somber blot, Then lengthens once more, as daylight's fires are shot. It...

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Chasing after grace, So I can taste , Your bliss. Witness goodness, The Invisible Kiss. Seeking Forgiveness, For this Mess, Within this Reality. As I try to be, My true Me. Your Love all I see, Reflected back at me. Through Everybody, And Everything, Experiencing It's existence. Making a difference, Flowing in Resistance. As persistence, Carries the distance. I catch your Glance, And Chance after Chance, I dance knowing this. I AM the Witness, Carrying your bliss. The Visible...

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Spring rain on ancient stones, A tiny clover full of life. I wonder, how many life's? Have passed these stones. ...

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