Best Crowd Poems

On the day 
that John Lennon died, 
people were just going 
about their business 
as they did every day. 

Mark David Chapman 
was reading 
Catcher In The Rye 
void of his holy self.
 He...

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Don't bother me with conformity
don't bother me today-
with things I should (or shouldn't) do
or what I shouldn't say!

Don't bother me with conformity
my house is not...

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It's like a black cloak around our world bringing misery and death
Virologists are saying " you ain't seen nothing yet" 
If only our leaders would...

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No one ever told me that your heart could bleed without a drop that anyone could see. I didn't know your soul could lose weight...

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In the town of Milton Creek the sun was starting to rise
And Jenna was planning for Ranger David a lovely surprise
Unbeknown to him preparations were...

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The sun was rising high in the east over the town of Milton creek
It was the eighteenth day of December, the start of Christmas week
All...

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In glamor-light of sunset
a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive
and revive a sepia sky-scene—
unworldly woolgatherers gather
spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns
of debutantes dancing with honeymoon...

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Have a lovely day


Pushed now to the limit by a never ending whisper
Lost behind the meaning of a question I can’t hear
Dreaming of a day...

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Arousing opulence of ancient ballrooms
She creates her own make-believe world
Waltzing coyly in terpsichorean rhythms
Upon glittering stage where they sell love
Each time she caresses arms of...

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The adoring crowd here at Red Rocks amphitheatre awaits. Tonight, like every night, I will go out there and give them my best. They will...

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Ignorance is definitely a description of bliss
Look at Washington if you don’t believe this
They are never on target, they always miss
Their biggest decision is whose...

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i sit lonely. 

the crowded restaurant is thick with sound 

i pick away at it 

moving back into the stagnant silence 
of my own comfort

the...

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We strolled hand in hand
along Naples cobbled streets
beneath nearly blown- off linen sheets
Hanging  from old  balconies.

Street musicians played their bagpipes
ciaramellas,mandarins
In this southern bustling...

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When I hold your hand, happily you trek along 
Because you trust me to know where I'm going.
Listening to my stories, you hold my sight...

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While walking amongst an angry crowd,
               trying to escape the turmoil...

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