Vantage Point Poems - Poems about Vantage Point

This poem is inspired by Jeff Ripple's painting titled 'Stormy Weather'. You can find the link to the painting at the bottom of the page, and there is also an image of the painting uploaded with the poem. It is recommended you view the artwork while reading the poem for a better experience. 8th place brian...

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My world moves parallel to yours Try as I might I cannot reach you I may understand from a vantage point But I’ll forever wonder Try as you might you’ll never reach me You may only imagine But you’ll try to help anyway And that may be enough...

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She is afraid of suspect spaces, with sparse starlight, ancient arches, abyss-steps, swinging lanterns & comforted by a moonlit garden, an expansive sky of navy blue, glitter-stars in an elocutionary’s box. 5/20/2023 Bitsize Contest 64 Sponsor: Line Gauthier...

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Serenading you with my sincerity assembling praises in your name your one glance falls in place a thousand emotions it resurrects. Dawn is the new dusk you pretend and wave it off but the beauty in it like an elephant without a tusk. I wander to find peace to render apologies apiece my state of mind eloquent of a mirage and I stay...

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celestrial stars sparkles ever so brightly from afar they are ~ stars ever trinkles ever moving shining so from a vantage point 12/25/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020...

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I see what I saw as I saw what I seen; Reality vision horizontally is it real; Is it in the distance is it in the fields; The verizon pictorial so discreet I see; The distance and it's free; Open vision imagery it's so real; As I look upon the canvas kaleidoscope of the beauty; Beauty of the fields and lands open...

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Life trickled through an hourglass of hurt Oozing not soothing a nectar of stagnation He turned the pivot upside and downward But the aperture never shifted its focus Narrow and confined he felt trapped inside Squeezed from outside and within the pain A kaleidoscope of constricted reflections Or a rushing mirage on a twisted horizon He had to shed the load on...

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The queue curls; Serpentine. Crimson faces A woman exhales! The last breath of her cigarette. Takes her place: at the tail end. Thin silhouette, vital teeth missing! We remain at the vantage point; watching. Food bank: a new entry In our dictionary. A kindly man hands over green apples, a loaf of bread And a tin of soup; indistinct! To the mouth of the serpent: An adolescent mother With...

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Papa God, From Your Vantage Point Lord, from Your vantage point, You are able to see, each star and sun You’ve created and yet the hearts of all men and still able to zero in on Allen and me. You can be in a crowd yet but You still have the best seat of all, as You help unsaved...

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How strange it must seem when each thing becomes clearer seen from a distance… Perhaps the eyes have more time to see every point of view ____________________________________ 1/19/16 Contest: "Syllables of Wisdom" Sponsored by Silent One...

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Things we take for granted Might be treasures in disguise When reflected from the vantage point Within a baby's eyes. From a teapot to a squirrel Or an airplane, flag or bird, There's amazement when you offer Explanation with a word. You can watch the wheels start turning As the pieces start to click And vocabulary blossoms; Repetition makes it stick. For the world is filled with...

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When I look in my mirror I don't see what you see I see fear and failure I see hate and anger I see inner turmoil and scars of self destruction What am I missing I hear your words about what you see But what you talk about is skin deep I don't care about my face I don't care about my body If you...

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I visited the shadow world, preoccupied with shadowed thoughts that smoke across the page, and vanish in the light of reason. That is to say, it is the proper way to deal with thoughts like these, the ones with worrisome exteriors, fuzzing up the mind...to visit, sift them through the lens of the unknown. Is it not pure sacrifice of light that sculpts an...

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When the sun disappears from our presence Hidden away by huge orbs of dark clouds Spirits become forlorn, emotions tensed Our focus is lost, and we float about. As if we just lost our best friend, we mourn The days when the sun made it all sublime We could see our life and future far out Sure, all of our dreams would...

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Holding the handle Touching the toe at arm’s length I see what you see By Robb A. Kopp All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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