I walk along with the crowd.
Before me unfolds
The clasping hands of lovers.
I walk along with the crowd,
Listening closely to the sound
Of something beating within me.
'At last,'
I realized the sound of my heart
Had always been with me.
Though lovers may
Let go of each other's hands for a moment,
The pulsing rhythm of my heart
Never lets go of the warmth of my hand.
Yet,
Intoxicated by one another,
They awoke after a while,
Only to find themselves under different skies!
Yet,
I, too, had grown intoxicated!
With the sound of my beating heart,
I awoke after a while,
To find myself under the very same sky!
Therefore,
'I am not alone.'
so bring out the fanfare!
clash your monkey symbols
and i'll play the morning horn.
wake up! reveille! come out!
the crowd's hands are reaching, clawing;
sweltering sun drips onto their faces.
BRIGHT BRIGHT BRIGHT
let's go to the zoo!
what if we saw a bird in a cage?
what if we took a bird from it's cage?
what if i love the bird so much it won't stop shrieking?
all we want is FUN FUN FUN
sunburn love!
tilt-a-whirl love!
triple back flip love!
but when the sky begins to falter,
and the silver breeze begins her dance,
slip away from the clamour and the laughter,
and come find firefly love.
the next breath will arrive, so there's no need to hurry.
one day the crowd will tire of
their games, till then,
find peace in dewy eyes
who's gaze cannot be found, save
for in whispering fields,
dim light windows, and
the touch of creatures
tender and unknown,
to all
but i.
A smitten young couple
named Blum,
Were kissing and causing a
hum.
When folks yelled with glee,
"Go find privacy!"
And shouted, "Go out and
get room!"
People
People
People
All tightly packed
Loud
Loud
Loud
No place to escape
Overwhelming
Frightening
Pain
Wanting to dissappear
I arrived there in morning hours oh so very wee
And staked mine a place, from whence I wouldn’t flee
Savage winds blew cold against my frozen face
My vision blurred of sleet and snow as they interlace
And with their needled impact against my icy skin
My precarious situation was finally sinking in.
I knew my frozen fingers had turned a shade of blue
But I dared not look for confirmation of their hue.
For from that confirmation, were I to so engage,
My soul would fill with anger and mind be filled with rage.
Occasionally, shuffling sounds of cold impatient feet
Could be heard above the sounds of driving snow and sleet
And other souls about me, were just about to drop
When Walmart’s doors opened up and we could CHRISTMAS SHOP!
Alone in a crowd,
Voices speak
all around me,
yet I cannot
comprehend the words.
I am but one,
forgotten,
hidden in plain sight.
No one sees me.
No one hears me.
They told you, "You deserve a speedy trial,
On you no scrum of jackals pile
They said you'd know each charge they bring,
And as for rights, every man a king.
They told you that your speech was free,
That you could choose your company.
Your home's your castle, safe and firm,
And you can keep what you can earn.
You believed that Karma's true
Built in the rules, silly you.
For government is not the only throne;
The crowd can have a heart of stone.
No judge need speak, no law be bent—
Your rights can die by mere consent.
In other spheres, rules not applied
The door to slavery is open wide.
In the vast universe of crowd around
One forgets to feel his own presence and charm
Everything else seem so perfect and impeccable
One does not value his own potential and worth
But,when one realizes his inner self
He understands his soul and worth
He starts to love himself
Fearing no lies and betrayal
Though the world is full of lies and fallacies
The inner self knows,what he is
No one can fool him with a fake smile
Once he follows the path of wisdom
In solitude, one feels his value
Understanding, what he seeks
Loving thyself is the greatest feeling
The worth of which,nobody can rate
When one understands his thoughts and beliefs
He knows,what he actually needs
The emotions and feelings that the heart holds
In search of inner self, one can know
One understands what he believes and why
Does not need any approval from others to survive...
Privileged are those
born with kingly fate
No struggles,no sufferings
Born,just to rule,to rise
With power beyond the crowd
and destiny,as distinguished...
I can see the dense,quiet crowd of green
Spreading across the Woods
Lively and glistening
Standing tall and swaying
With centuries of secrets within
I was dragged deeper into the dark
Without knowing what my soul seeks
Completely lost in the lap of nature
Perhaps to comprehend the secrets masked
Though seemed real,it was all,just a dream!!
Sponsored By: Nette Onclaud
Contest title: Poetic Reply Poetry Contest
Date: 03/06/2026
Life is a one-time blessing
Every effort made,must be pleasing.
Death is uncertain, it's a mystery
No one can comprehend, not even, in History.
Quit the sorrows,tension and stress
Be composed, never be restless.
To ensure a life worthwhile and long
Enjoy the little moments, get along...
Keep the soul pure and mind free
Hang out with dears and go on a spree.
Be in peace,spread it around
A peaceful crowd is sure to surround.
To ensure a life with no ailment
Possess the features that are salient.
A positive thinking, a graceful lifestyle
Is a life lived worthwhile.
Feel nature's beauty,express gratitude
Be thankful too,for the Bliss of Solitude.
He who outlasts others,being healthy
Is truly, rich and wealthy...
Do crowds make you feel unseen?
Wish someone knew your name
What would it feel like to be heard?
Maybe you need break the silence.
You’re mouth makes no sound
Footprints leave no trace
Your heart forgets it’s warmth
No one calls your name
You wander through the crowd
Wrapped within a shroud
No one seems to care
You are a nothing but air.
No pain cuts deeper
Than being unseen
Nothing more crushing
As having no voice.
When walking a busy street
Notice the shadow.
When looking at a sunset
Hear the unspoken words.
See the quiet in the crowd,
Hear words left unspoken
Love begins the moment
We choose to see the shadow ….
Bewitching winsome witch played to the Halloween crowd
Many old wizards cheered for her to win, long and hard
Gliding past the festivities was a huge October cloud
Intrigued and mesmerized thanks to her spell, he paused and bowed.
Don’t listen to the clamor of my crowd
Forget the noise when I approach
Dismiss the darkness of my shroud
Don’t heed the voices that encroach
I am as innocent as rain
As unguilty as a child’s smile
I have no history to explain
So listen to me closely while
I tell you simply who I am
I’m the one who handed you a coin
The one who led you through the rain
The voice that steadied your resolve
The balm that sought to heal your pain
The friend you never recognized
In darkness and in blinding light
The name unspoken through your day
The voice unheard inside your night.
Christopher M. Swan 2009
Perceiving the passing parade of people
walking by outside my window
a never-ending stream an endless tide
they come and go on a never-ending ride
nine-to-fivers barely alivers
running round and round on a wheel
lost in a maze can they really be real
the passing parade will always be there
while the world spins and goes its own way
the passing parade has nothing to say
while the world turns another day
perusing the passing parade of people
wandering by outside my front door
a never-ending crowd an endless horde
they're still keeping a never-ending score
weekend warriors none more sorrier
racing round and around in a wheel
lost in a daze do they ever even feel
there are those with noses high in the air
who can't smell the roses totally unaware
and others with eyes held down on the ground
never taking the time to look around
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