Bystander Poems - Poems about Bystander

I am thankful for my mortality, For if I were immortal, I would not cherish life. I say this, yet my actions suggest otherwise. 6,211 days on this earth— And I must have only seen a hundred sunsets. How many more will I miss? 149,064 hours, all taken for granted. What upsets me most is...

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innocent bystander wears the stain of guilt a blind eye turning away shames blamelessness...

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Roses are red, Violets are blue, Sugar is sweet, and perhaps so are you But you admire another And I am stuck a bystander As you grow closer Silent Why can't you see? I've given up hope You might never like me...

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I taste the flowers on the floor, smashed beneath your boot, and choke on their heady perfume, finding it difficult to inhale broken petals. They are a puddle of crushed velvet, soft like the stillness after you breathe away the steadiness of your spine and allow your shoulders to curl inward. You don’t let me touch the wisteria still tangled in your hair, so I watch it weep. Violet...

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my Soul begets My heart my Heart begets My mind my Mind begets My consciousness my Consciousness begets My awareness my Awareness begets My being my Being begets My energy my Energy infuses My infinity my Infinity inf ,...,..,.,...

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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 next target if they do not. Cowards. By-standers stand by, Trying to ignore what is happening, feeling badly later Wishing they had been an up-stander. So what do you want to be? An Up-Stander, a...

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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 her If she is never told Resist the urge to be cruel Or mean Little bullies are Usually tormented By big bullies Unseen Do not go along Be an up-stander Retain your integrity It may never Be revealed how Many...

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Mr. Bystander why can't you hear me scream. Mr. Bystander why can't you see me suffering. Mr. Bystander. Oh Mr bystander Dont ignore my agony. Don't ignore my Pain. Mr bystander. Oh Mr bystander don't ignore the corruption and victims of the world. Mr. Bystander you are a witness. A witness to the falsehood of the world. You are...

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Ricochet bullet, a bullet with someone else's name written on it ... It makes a 45-degree right turn off the concrete pavement, and finds you instead You just went to the corner gas station to buy some potato chips and a loaf of bread But now you're going to the morgue with a bullet in your head Death was waiting to embrace you...

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Surrounded by clowns In a circus she's running Wearing no make-up You become the misplaced one Flagged as a mere bystander...

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they fall upon me, each bent on doing harm I fight them, for what I know now, as my life kicking, stomping, flailing, smashing their fury only increased by the affront of my fruitless attempts to obstruct them this angry little mob, of angry little men a voice rings out, a clarion in the dark that briefly piques their bleak interest shouting,...

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On one daring day, when the bruising sun was yet to set And unfold the opportunities of an anticipated and hopeful day. A bystander sprouted out from her shell into the dew Hardly aware of the blindfolds of reality She set off; ready to feed her eyes what it loves the most, doom! She is a racy schadenfreude. Across the street,...

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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 scars etched in her fair skin And the timid smile that hid years of despair You remember that time your friends saw her crying in the hall You sat there and laughed...

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I remembered those times: whether it was rain or shine, the sounds of isolation and gatherings of strangers walking by. There has never been a day I do not wonder: How I'd end up here in the first place? How they came to be? What all of it meant? The interaction of people: The laughters, the cries - Have never struck me deep- ly inside enough,...

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