"stareing" poems
Looking out a window
Watching your life flash remembering the good times.
Remembering the bad times.
Remembering his touch.
Remembering the cuts.
Remembering the pain.
Remembering that day when you lost your first kid.
Remembering how he laughed.
It all flashes as you lay there stareing out the window.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
I guess if you stare at a problem long enough you can just end up stareing !
It won't go away, neither will it magically fix itself.
Ask is it your problem for a start?
If not does it need looking at
If not walk away for you have enough to stare at
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 2:21 PM UTC
Dear God
Look at it
Up there
No hand made device
Could possibly compare
No building can truly overcome it
The sky the sky
Such a thing
Just a glance at it
And
I feel it stareing into me
I feel it grasping at my soul
Feed me small creature
It bellows it roars
Oh god
Is this what it's like to be high.
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
Moonstruck
stareing out windows
Frantic fingers type
Manic words
About things i cant explain
Yet need you to understand
Like why i reread the same books
And why i think its funny
That you have the same passion for math
That i have for words
And how those things
Covort in my brain
Like children trying to play the same game of pretend
And that it works for breif moments
Do you see it
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 7:34 PM UTC
The Lost
She was so young and so pretty
She was Daddy’s little girl
He told her she could be anything
A Ballerina, she loved to twirl
She loved clear summer nights
She spent them stareing at the Stars
Maybe she could be a female astronaut
And be the first to walk on Mars
She had so much potential and
She had so many dreams
But she fell in love with a guy
Making promises and working schemes
Nothing ever seemed to go her way
She was overwhelmed with her situation
All she ever wanted was to be happy
She began using artificial stimulation
She ultimately became addicted
And her heart and soul became the cost
She had so much life to be lived but now
She’s all but invisible and one of The Lost
Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright ©️ 06/06/2023
All rights reserved
Jun 8, 2023
Jun 8, 2023 at 10:11 PM UTC
Life has taught us that love does not consist of stareing deep into each other eyes but it has taught us to look with our eyes deep inside an relise that this ones a big surprise.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
In the lightness of gloom
your soul was released from
your body
drowsing in my warm lap
Your pores inhale and exhale
harmonically
I counted your hair cavities
and eternity narrowed to
every thousandth of a second
Your skin is my blanket and my refuge
The lines that define you
join with mine
We are a stormy doodle
trying to represent the meaning
I could do this every night
When the moon eclipse
your glare will remain
and in the lightness of gloom
i'll keep stareing
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 3:15 AM UTC