Passer By Poems | Examples

The Bigger Picture

Minehead, or Skegness,
she never could remember which.

A monochrome ‘Box Brownie’
a smirking strange man.
She's young and beautiful.
They sit on a low seawall,
my four-year-old-self
between.

A passer-by took the image.
the lens was held too high
only the top of my tussled head
is in frame.
Despite this she had a copy made.

She claimed
there were other lost
pics of just us,
but only this one peekaboo image
has kept surfacing,

and I always feel twice blessed
by that invisible day,
in Minehead
or Skegness.

Winter's Wish

I reached a hand 
Into the snow
The chilly ice
Once vibrant glow 

It's Winter's wish
A painful spree
The absent warmth 
Of no degree

Although I try
To stay alive 
Your touch confirms 
No love could thrive

Until the crystals 
Of your heart
Can beat a path
Back to the start

I'll leave a message
By transient hand 
No passer by
Shall understand

A heart-shaped sign
To melt away
Perhaps to write
Another day..

Torn being

Dark clouds hang over space
With a heavy head , I sit desolate
A passer-by can tell by my  stance
Or by a mere gaze at my face
That I have been beaten by the seasons
I bow my head and have a look at my hollow chest
To have a glimpse at the grey horizon
Behind my back
My weak knees support my elbows
As my frail fingers caress the fragile
Skin still holding my bones.
Why am I here, I ask my self,
For my whole being has been torn from me

Dont bring flowers

Don’t insult me by leaving flowers when I’m cold,
Wrapped in earth unlived and old,
Something I can’t smell or hold, 
Might as well be crates of gold,
Just leave the flowers in the shop!

Don’t blub and weep and cast a rose,
Upon the casket where I’m froze,
Beneath the black and solemn crows, 
With whom I flew through ups and low’s,
Just leave the flowers in the shop!

Please, 
don’t repulse my soul by telling tales,
As hades winds push through the sails,
You weren’t there when I came off the rails,
But as my heart lay on the scales,
Now, 
here you are, 
top hat and tails,
Just leave the flowers in the shop!

Don’t lie through phony gritted teeth,
Sprinkle soil or lay a wreath,
I preferred a sword out of the sheath,
As it was in life, 
So, 
I bequeath,
Just leave the flowers in the shop!

Don’t pen a heartfelt note and sigh!
Or smudge mascara round your eye,
You, 
who’d gladly crucify,
Any random passer-by,
Honestly, 
don’t even say goodbye,
Just leave the flowers in the shop!

Sijo: A New Coat of Paint

A crawling held a walled frame as passer-by beheld too
A football helmet and high school pennant encased against a wall
Tapestry of day shades painted wall of ledged held rolled flag.

What's Up With Him

Do any of you guys wake up feeling great
And can't figure the reason why
Don't question it, just go along with the flow
High five every passer by

Some will smile and wish you a good day
While others will walk on by
Mumbling things like “What's up with him?”
“Escaped from the funny farm” they sigh

Wanna know the secret to a stress free life
One with perpetual good times
Where every damn day is hunky dory
And the big old world is in rhyme

It doesn't always have to be like a fairy tale
Always living happily ever after
Just seven days a week would be fine with me
With good times and a whole lot of laughter

Let me know if I'm overdoing this stuff
Love sharing my happy with you
Been on this kick for quite a long while
Guess a bunch of giggles are due

Do not let the Tv station let you down

Theme : No more TV soar
Lyric: Anjan Dutt
Music: Anjan Dutt
Album: Have you heard?

Bapi and Mom
Both went out for a cinema…
And you all by yourself, alone
If goosebumps chill, and an uncanny feel
Just turn the TV on and then the rest, oblivion
I will be a friendly hand
If you would ever want to give it a try
To trick the cold feel all along
Look up through the windowpane.
And gaze through the sky
Pondering high
The up above sky and let not the TV station
Let you feel down!
The dinner is ready
Still brimming tears are a full blown reverie
Trickling down, very own
Hard to stop than ever before…
If you lose your cool
And it is all about feelings
Push and pull and push and pull…
Do not turn the TV on and sit in the dark oblivion!
See your friends are calling you from the high, up above the sky!
They all are calling you, for a new gaze to let them call!
A shadow of a dear on the wall
Where you tried, your fingers
Playing to make shadow, them all
And a bed became a fair play grounded in a prairie
See the sky is calling you, little passer by!
Do not let the Tv station let you down!

The Tramps - Thoughts

They run across the world in flight
Floating away without will
Dreamers flying in the night
Until the morning birds trill 

The Invisible playing hide and seek
Till mind finds and chains
Once chained ideas leak
Flooding the mind as it rains

They spell the passer by to find
As they search hither and thither
Addiction placed upon the mind
Until so bound that it shall wither

Angering the waiting mind
By escaping the locks and keys
Leaving the despairing one behind
Shunning the minds pleas

The annoying game repeats again
In the Mind’s growing factory
Till then the thoughts mind shall retain
Till then the thoughts hide provokingly

The Unfeasible Expedition

The sheer maintenance of the probability,
Nothing is comparable to our garrulous mendacity.
Nothing can be called a consummate pattern,
Except for any tremendous aching, this life would only be a fallacious earn.

You are just an archetypal passer-by without any aim,
You want to play an unwarranted game.
Your loudest silence is another offence,
In this horrifying reality, you are nothing but an object of pretence.

I am only a creep,
Who cannot conclude anything by hearing a beep.
I am nothing but a remiss whisper,
Who always follows the astute pied pipers.

We are the prerequisites for the uncustomary laws,
You and I are awaiting the perfect pause.
To pause for the first time is to give us a promotion,
To resume our voice is just waiting for the untold damnation.

In my feathers, you will live long,
Throughout the flight to blessed hell, you want to sing an eerie song.
You want to reside in my flawless illusion,
This unfeasible expedition is nothing but a callous vision.

The Boats In the Harbour

The many boats around sit in the harbour
One tailing the other now and then
Serried lined and flanked with one another
They pause for thought gathering day before them

The ferrous water sits so still in motion
As plankton line the sterns and afts like moluscs
Peeping over ropes and bobbing under
Waiting out the storming rain and thunder

They never see a passer by or vendor
Instead their vision remains steady on the water
Where promises of undulating sea throngs
Bring mystery to ocean faring wonder

He Has a Gift Little Perceived -

He has a gift little perceived – 
   A mind for temperament and thoughts. 
That he is one of privilege
   Is both natural and mysterious. 

Such witchcraft to them of fright
   Puts them to good reactions – 
Harmless to a passer-by – 
   Helpful to a set of events. 

It was taught by a Master – 
   His mind is only existence. 
We walk about – caught unawares – 
   Then he finishes my sentence

And with the magic he has –
   He twists the day as we go. 
For that I could kiss his head – 
   It impresses me so.

Teotl Shining Through

Teotl is the shining gold light above everything 
Wearing a mask of white and grey clouds 
Teotl is the breath and wind of all seen and unseen 
Greeting all who return to its arms 

Split a piece of wood, hear a heart pulsating within 
Lift a rock, smell fine incense burning 
Open up a flower bud, see threads interlacing 
Know the turquoise snake shedding its skin 

Be reborn as a splendid tlamatini 
Remaining on the straight narrow road 
Be a passer-by on the slippery land of mud
Walking between maguey and thorns

Walking towards the golden light shining above clouds


Poem inspired by Saying 77 of the Gospel of Thomas combined with Aztec philosophy (especially the concept of "Teotl")

At Road Crosssing

                                                 Sketch 
                                                 of Saint
                                                Gracious
                                              Honourable 
                                            Mother Teressa:
                                      on board at road crossing
                                      drawing acclaim, reverence
                                     of passer-by and on -looker !
                                       Idol of humble humanity :
                               Serene Pristine Divine : Great Persona.
                                     
 05/08/23
       
 






Contest by Brian Strand

Faith In God

As you were stilling down the pine avenues
You caught a despaired twinkle in your eye
That had a semblance of doubt and perplexity,
 When your eyes meet the sky, your mind twisted
Downward to the center of tremendous opportunity 
In the midst of an overcoming shadowy Figure,
Then as a crimson Passer-by noticed everything 
Of the confrontation between clauses of the sharp
Suitor and of a shark swingling, creeping, dwindling
By the the Ocean of your innermost hell,
 There in front of a café where you used to meet her
 Your hands caress the pavement that you judge
Too frail like the sounds of whisking by, controled,
 Scrowled by the scowl of your inner feelings, 
 You stump your feet then High Heavens
Everything around you turns to Yellow deciphering :
 The Sun has shined by the Rivulet of demise!

No Matter What You Say

no matter what you  
say to the contrary you
will always keep on giving 
me renewed opportunities 
to reenter your world even 
if they are very sort lived 
the chance always exists 
even when it may not appear 
to be so to the untrained naked 
eye of a passer by the chance 
still exists and will continue to 
exist through the knowing eye
of the two of us

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