Best Bystander Poems

As you sit in your car
All dressed in black.
 You know,
It didn’t have to end like this
Now as you think back you remember
The faint white...

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Up-standers ask a bully to please stop.
But not in a bullying voice.
Understand?
Head nod.

Down-standers join the bully.
They call the victim names too
Scared they will be the...

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Night! 
It’s around nine thirty 
maybe ten. 

The phone rings. 
The voice is irritating, the words frightening.

Within minutes I’m in a car with my mate....

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Ryan, Where are You?

Oh Ryan, please tell me, where are you?
I'll never forget that tragic summer of August 1992,
when you left without even bidding a...

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You wander upon your path in pursuit of happiness, 
as you toil through the days that come.

The bystander watches as the moments of joy roll...

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Black as the night

I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs....

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The Sun

Belongs to the earth and 
                Moon
Empowering each with...

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Courage is to stand up for another
On social media,
To ask the coward to delete 
The mean
To not show the victim
For feelings might not crush
Or crucify...

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Something simple, something sweet.	
Something magical, my soul’s favorite treat.
The calm before the storm, a captivating blur,
of feelings no bystander could infer.
A magical intensity of silent...

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Wistfully waiting and watching
at the window, wishing  and 
wondering. Will all this 
wanting be wasted?

The evening embraces my
empty arms, and eventually
the essence of ...

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Each town has it’s own Heart Beat: Thump, Thump- Thump, Thump.
And All can go astray when doing wrong feels so right.

A young man came in...

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BYSTANDER
UNDERSTAND ITS NOT NICE TO BULLY 
LIAR
LIEING IS A SIN
YOUR MEAN...

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Why should the mimic apologize? 
Where are the cupboards?
Where are the wages?
Where is the tailor? I had
no use for algebra, I knew it-
in as much...

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My son,  my son
I want to see my son 
Please God, where is my son 

That's all I heard 
As the man ran past...

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Sunset, occurring daily (and as such, no miracle by the nature of the word), 
calls me again to it's evening forum, where I, though vaguely...

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