Crowds Poems - Poems about Crowds

I was surprised It was so nice As strangers passed I checked you twice And there you were My curly friend A blessed human As strangers wend You turned and smiled It was so sweet My heart was warmed Your hug complete And as I sit Reflect on this; The lingering warmth Of friendship bliss Hits somewhere deep From you to me And back again Though words so twee.. Could not explain The depth of...

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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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In a world where crowds are lost in heavy noise, Where every face becomes a shadow in its own game, I watch silently as laughter breaks the empty walls, And the scent of alcohol mixes with smoke and rain. There, twelve souls drown their identity in glasses, Melting away in jokes without substance. But beyond the faint laughter and forced smiles, Each...

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Oceans are rising, ...

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Today was the first day of class. You should have seen all the people. Everyone couldn’t have had class, some of them must have been gawkers, the types that slow to watch flat tire changings and car wrecks. Some were carrying maps - freshmen. Like student drivers they clogged the paths, drawing a few looks. They gaggle together like geese, Jeeezus - shut UP...

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In the silent blizzard of my thoughts, I reflect upon the madness that unites the crowds, Where the masses of individuals consider all who are not part of the collective madness to be insane, Anyone who crosses beyond this thick wall of conformity, It is natural for the masses to hate the man of truth: he is a...

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I composed this poem for the 'Poi-Etry' Contest This poem is sponsored by Hilo Poet ...

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The city above us reaches higher and higher tipped at the top in all its glory with iconic, prickly, spires, as long as air rights permit it. Build, tear down, rebuild, as the wheels below spin round in sync with the people who dream, and the unbridled greed. Sidewalks, though, remain the same, i.e., concrete -people come here to compete, and they prefer the ground static,...

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Tears in the Crowds A tyrant on a corrupt throne A sheep about to become a genetic clone A weary traveller far away from home A heroin addict on methadone Graveyards of peace and quiet lament An ungrateful niece, Dead bodies in cement The Biblical Golden Fleece Friedrick Nietzsche’s torment We look to each other for strength through...

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Being alone in a crowd The silence so very loud All these people around Lost in the sound Yet no one can I see Cost so much to be free Between you and I Is the burning sky So close, a world apart There is the beating heart One among the many hidden in stone Broken ,feeling alone One piece of many parts How many new starts the chances...

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The downtown streets are crowded; The ferry lines are long. New York’s no longer shrouded In despair, but looking strong. I kinda miss the quiet And can do without the hordes. I guess I should deny it; Swarms are Covid-free rewards. But everyone’s not ready To pick up where we left off. For many, slow and steady, Still get spooked by sneeze or cough. So I ventured...

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The mannequins put on skin pretending to be human feigning familiarity with lives they’ve never lived performing a pantomime of proficiency in poverty the wisdom won from doing without playing the part of people they consider inconsequential believe are below them with whom it would be unsuitable to be seen socializing unworthy of a welcoming word as they parade about before the...

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Lonely When wandering alone away from crowds I find it most soothing watching high clouds Fascinating as they meander by An outdoorsy movie held in the sky. Only the lonely discern why we cry We're sadly lonesome is the reason why It’s well known that puffy eyed clouds cry too They cry because desolated folk do. Once upon a high cloud I was dreaming...

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Economic curve Sliding down Mushroom-like umbrellas Springing up Somewhat blocking the street Drawing crowds To buy the cheapest Goods and wares Without license or tax...

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This is my heartache, To be a witness and listen. The cries, from the heartbreak. Make the sound on inside pain. The saddest music of our times. Drowning out the sound of joy. A pause breaking up the games. By negative policies employ. The compromise gives us all a chill. With an era of wasted energy Sabotage binge waiting...

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