Best Crowded Poems

Beauty is something we see
with individual eyes,
deep within our soul,resides
attraction,waiting ,asleep
yet longing to be aroused;

Our need to be recognised,
a desire to recognise,
reciprocate and hold close
subtle scents,inherent and
so universally held;

A certain something unique,
intercourses between eyes,
a novel read by a glance
in seconds,might last a lifetime
indelibly imprints,love;

Only time,can...

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Wilderness is a crowded street.

Silence stings the ears of the hearer,
Cacophony of sound, unheard.
Loneliness turns to solitude,
Converse without a word.

Wilderness is a crowded street.
A passer-by nobody sees.
Togetherness now disjointed,
Run! I feel their disease.

Money is their mind set
Full wallet yet they're poor.
A heart of gold inside...

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I walk through this world alone,
Yet it's still so crowded.
All around people wander.
To them, I am the air they breathe.
I cannot be seen, but I keep them living.

I walk among them silently. 
Speaking would break their trance,
They would see the truth.
Their eyes scan the area...

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Graceful flamingo flocks prance into spring,
And trees budding green host hordes on a wing.

In pine trees, squirrels scamper to sunshine,
And dragonflies and blooms grace the tree line.

Crickets chirp whole summer nighttimes away,
Then vast herds of elk run all through midday.

Butterfly bliss means pink mass migrations,
While...

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~~~ {There's a crowd, there's a crowd, there's a crowd of 
loneliness} ~~~ 

Here I sit surrounded by party people bizz, buzzing gleefully. 
But I'm in the pits down in my zone, So I can only see me. 
Thus, death to the chit chatty tones...

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Sitting absolutely alone
In a round room of riled people
My brain feeling dry as a bone
Staring at a silent steeple

They’re sleeping upon a hill there
In a shadowed silent graveyard
Still, just resting lacking a care
The smooth granite stones standing guard

Charming clouds floating close above
The sounds of calling...

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On a crowded bus I watch
A tide of texting thumbs.
No one young’s immune – 
It seems that everyone succumbs.

Older folk read papers
Or a magazine or book;
Many simply close their eyes
Or wear a vacant look.

Younger people can’t survive
Without their techno-tools.
Losing them, I fear, would make them
Flail...

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CAN ONE BE ARRESTED FOR SCREAMING "LIAR" IN A CROWDED CHURCH?
You pious people in your pews
All you reading about the arrival of some wondrously good news
A  new  horizon can’t you see?
Well imagine you were with my wife, beloved daughter and me 

We three...

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And so, the homeless have a stake
somehow, the Lord of angels states
to do it unto me ~ my sake
offensiveness I can remake!

A tone, a gesture of impede
a beating by a Mayor's heed
"out of my town", he intercedes
old Crawdad crowded this guy's speed!

Why not impair the...

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Crowded Our Space  by Sue k Green


Space
Space sufficient
Sufficient for all

All
All gathered
Gathered in masses

Masses
Masses crowded
Crowded our space...

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Walking down a lonely road 
Melody inside my head echoed  
Passing by all sorts of people, 
People passing by me, so strange yet simple 
  
Imagine all the people walking by, 
Not caring to notice, just staring blankly at the sky 
Yet one of...

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A star spangled sky, 
an illuminated pathway, 
a world full of people and 
a room echoing with laughter .
Yet I yearn for just one star to fall for me, 
one lamp to light my way, 
one person in a crowd of millions and that smile...

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I look across the tables filled with crowds of people and I see cliques, families, and couples. These are structures to me, under constant construction yet fully complete at the same time. There, stands pillars of popularity, supported by many butresses that cling on their...

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Who owns
These faces
I see in this
Crowded bus?
Our Lagos
Squires or slums?

Hopeful eyes
Squint as smews!
Scarfed
Capped
Bald
Bared
Heads flow
On mobile necks.

Yes!
Dry joy squats
Lifeless
On these faces
As elephant husks.

Arrayed in apparels
Shabby as pigs
Tho’ some gorgeous
Neat as eagles
These beings
Headed towards
Mile Two
O, Mile Two
Of all places!

But where exactly
Are we coming from?
And where exactly
Are we...

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Crowded rooms, though full, know many lonely hearts.
Smiling guests mingle; laughing, dancing, they sing.
Imaginary friends strange solace imparts.
Nonetheless, loneliness grips its painful sting.
All around cupid’s arrows take aim; love starts.
Sadly, upon the friendless there is no ring.
It had happened many times over and again.
Thank God,...

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