Crowd Poems - Poems about Crowd

does no one hear me are my words merely empty space does no one speak my language am i just a stranger in a crowd alone in this sea of bodies that perpetually pass me by AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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No, I don't want to be alone, but if I'm not alone, I become a selfish soul lost in the crowd, Alone in the arms of others, like a traveler lost without a map among unfamiliar faces, If I'm not alone, I become a martyr of silence or a voiceless flatterer amid the clamor, My soul slowly drowns...

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In the throngs of life, peace resides. Heed the wisdom of ancestors' stride. Their hearts spoke truths, words flowed free, Like rivers wild, their voices be. Look around, signs abound, In present lives, lessons are found. Know them, learn, and teach with care, Our heritage, our story, our children's share. Religion's path, a guiding light, Not a deceit, but a beacon bright. It shines the...

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No longer can I say that my heart thrives, But my love for life still quietly survives, A flame that burns with fervent might, Longing for a hand to hold in the night. I search the eyes of passing strangers, Hoping to find the spark to warm my embers, A connection that could set my soul free, But find only indifference, a...

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Let the silent be heard The world is not a stage Watching and never watched Angry we forgot to wave Pretension and aches Demonstrations of hate Why am I on your plate? Nothing else to consume Always leaving a bit more room To taste Stomach aching Stretching and fading Contractions no birth Oh It hurts, oh it hurts You’ll have to clean and release me Though you’d love to keep me I’ll...

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No mess is fantastic Lack of respect leads to war War is horrific, evil and poor Racism is not chic Modern slavery is painful Hate is awful, hurtful and plentiful There is no justice They don’t really want peace Hypocrisy is ubiquitous Supremacy is senseless Discrimination is tasteless Their audacity is obvious Corruption is rampant And the economy decadent This is absolute chaos The whole thing is a mess Less than...

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too much loud noise when I am in the crowd. In the restaurant, someone drops a plate. a child cries but I can't wait. The speaker plays a long song. too much loud noise when I am in the crowd....

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I've got a contact list bursting with names, Yet silence is the only voice that stays. I could call, they'd pick up and talk, But would they ever reach me? I've always shaped myself into what they needed, Twisting, bending, and breaking myself so that I won't be left behind. I give them comfort but where am I When my own hands...

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There are a lot of mysteries, anomalies and such, things that seem to have no explanation why they are. One of these (above the rest) that makes me wonder much - is how the foolish crowd is made of people who are far from being foolish on their own. Yes, people who are good. Yet somehow when they’re in...

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Once, she was the moon that lit my night, A beacon of silver, so soft, so bright. Her laughter—music that haunted my sleep, Her beauty—a secret my heart longed to keep. Through endless streets, I wandered in vain, Begging forgiveness, drowning in pain. Yet silence stood where her love had shone, A ghost of a dream now cold and gone. Today, I saw...

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In a world of faces, I'm lost in the crowd A master of mimicry, but my true self's avowed I change with the seasons, like leaves on the tree A chameleon's camouflage, to blend in with glee. I've tried on many faces, like masks in a play Hoping to find my true self, but it slips away I've copied the confident,...

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I cannot find her in the crowd, nor on the streets my steps know well, Only in the hidden corners of the mind, where dreams are born and die like butterflies, A face I have never seen, yet feel sculpted in my soul, As if she were part of me, written in the invisible lines of my deep...

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We both were once in a village, far from the crowd (Home/verses/khonika/ek ganye) We both were once in a village, far from the crowd Plethora, the joy is always ours! Magpie Robin chirps there high on their tree branch, modulation and swings. Overturn, Lingering longer with her song, I too, learned to believe in the churn. Her domesticity with her...

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Regard " Those Good Old Days?' Bring smiles in own ways, Writing a book, Any Excuse, Need my GSOH a'loose. Went to football in past stage, Good book, turn each page, "The umpire's a cheat!" "Yep, our goals incomplete!" "Game plan's still the same!" "Yes, our coach is to blame!" "Let's go home!" "Yeah, home we'll roam!" "Leaving already?" Crowd roar, "Spit the dummy, game's...

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Marcus marrow beaten into a coma after a gang initiation was allowed 17 gang members to visit him in the hospital past midnight crowd of gang members atleast 9 women 8 men or vice verse 17th street gangster disciples my anxiety disorder panic disorder ptsd agoraphobia i would absolutely die in any crowd because I...

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