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Latest Poems

Jul 12, 2023

I‘ll love you

Poetry Hannah Hartje 102
i‘ll love you till my tea gets cold,
until I close my book.
I‘ll love you till I leave my room, until I wake up from this dream.
I‘ll love you for evermore.
Jun 26, 2023

Riverside

Poetry andres idrovo 106

I'm tryina finish a second chapbook of 20 poems

Footnotes

then sneak is thin

an inch is in

transition is trinsition

 

Riverside

 

1 The Watchtower

 

Embryos and fluids

More sez smoke than a…

Jun 14, 2023

The reason why I flinch

Poetry Niki M Betsill 238
You ask me, why I flinch,
At every sudden movement,
That I don't see coming.
Like I expect to be hit.
It's  a leftover reaction,
like A residual tic.
A predetermined mechanism Physically attempting to…
Jun 10, 2023

Stand Alone

Poetry Shahna vk 264
Stand alone girl,
You are making it better, even alone, those arms will never hold you again, neither you will see their smile nor their shadows.

That one who smiled at you on your triumph, yes he is…
Jun 04, 2023

Ancestors of Scripture

Poetry Teresa Nash 122
They were bold and they wrote and they ate sheep but not goats,
And they lived and they laughed,
And they kicked evils ass!

They were strong,
They were brave,
They weren't anyone's slave,
And they are who…

Published & Contest Winning Poetry

June 29, 2017 Published & Contest Winning Poems Mary Rose Fair 30170 5

Elephants

"Winner of the Open Community Poetry Contest for the period April 1 - June 30, 2017. See commentary below."-Ed.

"Scientists have long considered the ability to recognize oneself in a mirror to be an index of high cognitive ability...there is every reason to suspect that elephants may be capable of far more complex cognition than is currently…
June 22, 2017 Published & Contest Winning Poems Joey Turner 29409 2

Ants.

"Runner-up of the Open Community Poetry Contest for the period April 1 - June 30, 2017."-Ed.

A branch’s charcoal shadow
cast by an evening sun
traces a single line of trifling ants
following in file under an oak’s shade
avoiding the rays, scurrying;

Interviews & Culture

August 04, 2017 Contributor Interviews Staff Writers 2281

An Interview with Mary Rose Fair

Mary Rose Fair, a young poet, student, and lover of dance, is our featured poet for her winning poem, “Elephants.” Following her award for winning our Open Community Poetry Contest, I sat down with Fair and tried to talk with her more about elephants, love, and memory. 


What drew you to the subject matter? What is it about elephants?

I was drawn…
October 23, 2011 Contributor Interviews Administrator 9357

Recent Interview with Michael Miller

An Interview with Michael Miller, winner of the Open Community Poetry Contest, January-March, 2011

by John Winn

Staff Writer

Hennen's Observer


Known as michaelmiller.ic to contributors and visitors to the website hennensobserver.com, Michael Miller Jr. is as mysterious as the allegories he employs.  With little more to go on that an arm tattoo…

October 22, 2011 Contributor Interviews Administrator 8791

Recent Interview with H. E. Mantel

An interview with H.E. Mantel, winner of the Open Community Poetry Contest (for the period October—December, 2010) conducted February 28, 2011.

by John Winn

Staff Writer

Hennen's Observer


Harold E. Mantel has been a mainstay in the literary community ever since he burst on the scene almost a decade ago. Since then many of his poems and prose,…

Published & Contest Winning Prose

March 10, 2010 Published & Contest Winning Prose Neil Donnelly 61093 5

Fogtown: A Musical

Again the dusk has filled this town with fog a sight I've grown accustomed to; odd shapes and silhouettes become dancers and these cracked calloused streets have become their stage. As they dance a bullfrog belches in the background a light wind rustles…

life

  • All Good Things Come to a End

    You made me smile
    We were really good friends
    We have not talked in awhile
    Our relationship has come to an end
  • Daily Revalations

    Deprived of affection and a sense of belonging
    one retires to a sanctuary of isolation.
    Arraigned by the acute pain of rejection
    the walls become his or her world.
  • Death of a Broken Heart

                                            spirit,
    The thought of you lifts my 
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                                            w
                                     a
    It lifts me so high I fly
    But then I f
                     a
                        l
                          l
                    for you bringing m
                                               e
                           back down to earth,
    But you weren't there to catch m
                                                   e
                               So I hit the ground,
                             And broke my  .   .   .  h . e . a . r . t .
     
  • Eat

    I haven't eaten in days.
    Ad days have eaten me away.
    But I guess this is okay;
    For life doesn't need me anyways.
  • Evening Dues

    Vincent walked on. The streets were never like this. The awareness kills him. Why did he not acknowledge her? Surely what they shared for two years meant something? But circumstances forebade. He needed her to let him go. They were not meant to have met. If he had in someway stepped forward, Mindy would be hurt all over again. Love is blind? Love unkind. Beauty is skin deep. Keep it at bay.
  • Father dearest

    I've never been one to judge, 
    But it's come time for your reckoning. 
    Justified injustice of character, 
    Quite subpar. 
  • Her Broken Heart

    A ripped shell holds the inevitable
    The lost vow thought unbreakable
    Her swollen core cracking slowly
    Freeing the feelings she thought so lowly
  • Hidden Gem

    Educators are like gem miners. They dig deep into the heart and soul of each student to find the hidden gem inside.

    Now imagine yourself entrusted with a precious jewel hidden in a lump of clay. You have no idea of it's value, you just treat the random shaped clay as it's supposed to be. 
  • I've Been Here Before

    Sitting across from you
    While you're dressed in matching green,
    Listening to the sound of your voice stringing together words
    In a long line that doesn't make an ounce of sense.
    "Time, date, day.
    Time, date, day.
    What's your name again?"
    I try to find you,
    but you don't seem to be home.

    I've been here before.
    Only it wasn't you,
    It was him.

    I've already heard the nonsensical ramblings of a mind that didn't belong.
    I've seen the vacancy sign flicker in a pair of eyes
    I no longer recognized.

    I've been here before.
  • Inamorata

    I breathe...

    The very essence of me

    Breathes in the deep scent of you.


    You are not my lover.

    I love you, but you are not my lover.

  • My Darling Soul.....

    My darling soul,

    Let's brave these deserts

    As they are pure and authentic!

  • my life

    Through my life I've been through hell.

    Been through bullying,molestation and depression.Lost myself in all the lies I told, never discovered who I really was...am. Its all a mystery covered by a grey hue that clouded my logic tense caused me to make mistakes a regret to this day.
  • Number 3

    We’ve got time.

    Everyone always says “we’ve got time”

    But what is time…

    How much time do we have…

    How can you make me such an empty

    and futile promise.

    We’ve got time!?

     

    We’ve still got time…

  • One more try

    I yearn for death in the small of my back,

    Every crack in my bones ache for the pain. 

    I crave the feeling of a blade vertically down my wrist 

    The slipping of consciousness.

  • Our America

    The rich are bored with their money,
    Yet the poor are still starving.
    Hookers and strippers sell themselves to support a family,
    And congress laughs and spends money on pointless things.
  • Puppeteer

    You ask if my heart was yours to own

    And I say 

    My heart was broke so no, though my soul I give thee to hold

    Your soul? What could I do with that? You asked as you grasped the small white flame
  • Selfishness

    abort your idealistic views. 
    Your physical certainty is lack lustered, 
    Coated with inadequacy. 
  • Society at it's Finest

    They said the world is ending but that's because people are so close minded and never bending. Social media has control of people of all ages.  
    People posting this and that but all this will be fading.  
    Who cares what your eating or whose wearing what ; turn off your screen and talk to me front. 
    Movies and music have changed for the worse. 
  • Stand Alone

    Stand alone girl,
    You are making it better, even alone, those arms will never hold you again, neither you will see their smile nor their shadows.

    That one who smiled at you on your triumph, yes he is smiling like an evil, then this one who cheers for you might not be cheering,
    But you still believe, cause you're ingenuous.

    Stand alone before all around you tries to drag you down,
    Cause one's victory isn't a beautiful story for others.
  • Struggle

    Life is hard
    It gets really hard sometimes
    From small things,
    Small fears, small worries, small problems
    Day by day it gets piled up
    Thought I’ve able to take a control of it
    Thought I’m already okay
    Without realizing that those piles are actually still there
    Until one single thing added up to those pile
    Causing all of them to break apart
    That’s when I realize
    I’ve never been okay
    Those small things are piling up
    To the point where I can’t bear anymore
    Where I fall to my knees
    And my tears break
    I feel like I barely hold on
    I wish I could just let go everything
    I wish I could end all of these
    Is dying the answer?
    To end all the pain I hold in this world
    The pain of incapable of doing anything
    The pain of keep wishing life will get better but never knowing when
    The pain of trying to live with this pain
     

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