Dig, dig, dig,
What a catchy phrase,
It is a phase,
When I gave time to pace,
I untie my lace,
Set time to race,
I cut to the chase,
To let my body move,
The sand I shove,
Grain by grain of quartz,
As if I'm wearing a Swatch,
I dampen my body,
With out of reach,
I am not a preacher,
But I know I'm on siege,
I'm not underage,
I turn money into sage,
I take my pledge,
I make it to the center stage,
But wait, I'm in a cage,
I need to go to college,
To turn a dime from a seawage.
Categories:
passerby, 12th grade, age, angel,
Form: Kyrielle
Did you see?
You mean the lizard on the screen?
No! Past that!
The trees blowing in the wind?
No! Lower!
The flowers past their prime?
No! The man!
Oh him.
Don't look he might see you.
Then what would happen?
Categories:
passerby, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
The wind rustles leaves against his dirty ankles.
His focus is three feet to the front at the ground.
Oversize clothes hang from his frame.
A patina of ground in dirt and grime covers a slouchy hat.
Trickles over his out thrusting grey hairs, lacquering his outer garments.
No one stops.
No one asks if he needs help.
Very few look his way.
Suddenly he stops and squats next to the road.
Drawing pictures only he can see.
Erasing the dust and drawing again.
No one notices as they pass by.
Categories:
passerby, 10th grade, 9th grade,
Form: Free verse
I am a passerby
these things are facts of Life no lie
But as I pass I still wonder why
positive and negative thoughts cloud my mind without lies
We are all wonderers a thought that comes with smiles
The part to each destiny traveled by lone self
But the decision to bliss lies in the hands of the creator
A thought always good to remind oneself
As a passerby I might compromise
Since I am not guaranteed tomorrow
I live to adventure,make mistakes and improvise
Atleast I know this journey sometimes might be joy the other sorrow
Why does the rain pour and afterwards sunshine?
The day is also a passerby same too with the dark night
We think we are free but we can't choose to be happy everytime
This fact nature holds against us as reminder Torchlight
Our title here must always be the PASSERBY.
Categories:
passerby, 12th grade, 9th grade,
Form: Rhyme
How can I tell you to rest in peace
When I know in my heart I'll always miss
The moments I had with you I treasure
For meeting you in this life is my pleasure.
How can I bid you a last goodbye
When you are not just a passersby
But a lifetime, a life and a heart beat
Someone I would always want to meet.
How can I tell you I'll be okay
When I'll pray for you to come back everyday
Because I'm not certain if I'll see you
When my time is up, my life is through.
Categories:
passerby, death, dedication, fate, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
Passerby
Pass me by
Speak with smiles, show pity through eyes
What need have I of pointless emotion
What need have I of sun and ocean
Here I stay motionless, still
The earth as my lair, silence as my kin
Feel no sorrow for me, let no tear touch my ground
Pity them that live, but their soul a corpse.
Categories:
passerby, dance, death,
Form: Prose Poetry
Seems so calm
Beside the rip rap of road
Old roaring river
Categories:
passerby, nature, river,
Form: Haiku
If I travel to the seven wonders of the world, I can see them
but they are not mine to keep.
Enjoy each moment as it passes.
Be a Passerby.
If all my joy is in the prism of colors that dance in the light,
when darkness comes my joy is gone.
Enjoy each moment as it passes.
Be a Passerby.
If a rose dies when cut and a white hot coal burns when held,
then the pleasure is only fleeting.
Enjoy each moment as it passes.
Be a Passerby.
If you build your house on the bridge for the view,
you will never pass over.
Enjpoy every view as you pass.
Be a Passerby.
If all my Love depends on you,
when you leave my Love goes too.
Love each one as they pass.
Be a Passerby.
Categories:
passerby, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
true love passerby
joins his partner in pure fun
leaving stress behind
Categories:
passerby, poetry,
Form: Haiku
God blinked
Once,
And
Man appeared,
God blinked
Again
And
Man was gone,
Leaving
No trace behind!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
04 March 2013
Categories:
passerby, life, philosophy,
Form: Epigram