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Passers Poems - Poems about Passers


Passers-By
As I gaze out from my window I feel the need to cry Don’t they know that I’ve just lost you Those people passing by How can they treat this day as normal When I’m feeling such despair If I told them all about you Do you think they’d really care If I begged for them to listen Would they Really comprehend That you were...

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Categories: passers, death, death of a
Form: Rhyme
Passers By My Window
WELCOME TO MY WINDOW, STRANGER IT SEEMS "LA VIE EN ROSE" FROM OUTSIDE FRESHNESS OF THE BLOOM OF PLASTIC WITH DOUBLE BARS INPRISONED IS MY HEART A GATE TO FREEDOM OR A MIRAGE OF DESERT ? DILUSSION OR ILLUSION ?..I BURN FROM INSIDE OUT I SENSE MY MOUTH SCREAM ROARING ECHOES YOU WALK BY ME ...I? ...ENCAGED IN SOUNDPROOF FATE......

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Categories: passers, loneliness,
Form: Free verse



Passers By My Window
WELCOME TO MY WINDOW, STRANGER IT SEEMS "LA VIE EN ROSE" FROM OUTSIDE FRESHNESS OF THE BLOOM OF PLASTIC WITH DOUBLE BARS INPRISONED IS MY HEART A GATE TO FREEDOM OR A MIRAGE OF DESERT ? DILUSSION OR ILLUSION ?..I BURN FROM INSIDE OUT I SENSE MY MOUTH SCREAM ROARING ECHOES YOU WALK BY ME ...I? ...ENCAGED IN SOUNDPROOF FATE......

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Categories: passers, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Passers By
Passers By By Franklin Price 10/27/2017 As passers by are passing by, Do you wonder what to say? Do you wonder where they're going? Will they pass again your way? Is the place they're going happy? Does their step give you a hint? Are they going 'cause they want to? Or is the reason, they were sent? If they are passers by, Then you're a passer byer...

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Categories: passers, community, friendship, happiness, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Parked Looking At Passers By
Here I am seated quite comfortable sun's shining making it perfect day at peace with myself and the world looking on seeing all come my way This makes you wonder all their thoughts especially if I dare make eye contact may think I'm weird or even worse if they be my boss I would be sacked Looking at him with reddish jacket seems bit...

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Categories: passers, life, people, world,
Form: Rhyme



Passers By My Heart
WELCOME TO MY WINDOW, STRANGER IT SEEMS "LA VIE EN ROSE" FROM THE OUTSIDE FRESHNESS OF THE BLOOM OF PLASTIC WITH DOUBLE BARS INPRISONED IS MY HEART A GATE TO FREEDOM OR A MIRAGE OF DESERT ? DILUSSION OR ILLUSION ?..I BURN FROM INSIDE OUT I SENSE MY MOUTH SCREAM ROARING ECHOES YOU WALK BY ME ...I? ...ENCAGED IN SOUNDPROOF FATE......

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Categories: passers, life, love, sad,
Form: Free verse
Passers By My Heart
WELCOME TO MY WINDOW, STRANGER IT SEEMS "LA VIE EN ROSE" FROM THE OUTSIDE FRESHNESS OF THE BLOOM OF PLASTIC WITH DOUBLE BARS INPRISONED IS MY HEART A GATE TO FREEDOM OR A MIRAGE OF DESERT ? DILUSSION OR ILLUSION ?..I BURN FROM INSIDE OUT I SENSE MY MOUTH SCREAM ROARING ECHOES YOU WALK BY ME ...I? ...ENCAGED IN SOUNDPROOF FATE... poem accompanied...

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Categories: passers, life, love, sad,
Form: Free verse
The Smile Between Two Passers By
wishing you understand but you only do much less than I do you I am an alone and you are a united, the strange are often damsels whereas the normal are delighted by their luck of not needing, just knowing, the smile between two passers by....

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Categories: passers, people,
Form: Free verse
Passers-By
Latte in a paper cup and cigarette in hand define me while I sit and peruse the passers-by on a busy side walk. On the street engines groan like Big Game I want to shoot as they pass the passers-by. Instead I am the Game and a tourist is the hunter with her Iphone Camera trained on me! I try to hide ; cornered I...

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Categories: passers, adventureme,
Form: Free verse
Passers of Pain
They are everywhere, these passers of pain; you think they are your friend, but money is their game. Little by little they ease themselves in, and always bring misery, time and again. They prey on the weak, they know the ones; our fathers, mothers, daughters, and sons. They are not concerned about anything, just the money they get, for the misery they...

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Categories: passers, hope,
Form: Narrative

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