People Watching Poems - Poems about People Watching

People Watching

I’m a people watcher 
A thing I instinctively do
Please don’t take offence 
If you see me watching you
Walking, such a common thing
We do every single day
But so many people seem 
To do it in their own way.

That attractive young girl
With the swinging hips
And the dazzling smile that
Could launch a thousand ships
The entwined couple in
A world

People-Watching

When I people-watch, I wonder
Who they are and where they live
Through the hints that they unconsciously,
Or with their knowledge, give.

Have they moved here after college
Or come searching for a job?
In their rentals or their sublets,
Who’s a neatnik? Who’s a slob?

Are they happy in the city?
Do they miss where they were raised?
Do the crowds and noises

Irenes Pigeon Park

She used to tell me stories of the times when she would go,
Into the big, bold city, come the rain or shine or snow.
There never was a person, that took on the centre stage,
But pigeons feature in the tales that never made the page.

She used to walk her baby, wrapped up warm against the cold,
She

Watching People Walking By

I find one way to lift my spirits when the news of the day makes me cry…
Is to find a comfortable spot where I can sit and watch people walking by.

It doesn’t seem to matter …the time of day…the place…
watching people walking by always puts a smile on my face.

I never know who’ll walk by…which

People Watching

I could spend hours people watching
Human behaviour is so interesting to view
Silently observing others lives go by
Curious as to “who are you”?

In my mind I form scenarios
Of the strangers I see
With coffee in hand
I watch intently

I look at individuals 
Their lives I do surmise
Wonder is this just your public persona
The real you in disguise!

People Watching

An airport is the perfect place
To look at people; every face
Is worth a glance and then, as well,
Their clothes and shoes, to try to tell
Where they are from, since likely they
Don't realize they are in display.

Their voices may provide a clue
But I prefer a silent view,
Imagining the varied lives
Of friends and loners, husbands, wives.
It may

People At the Mall

Many walk past 
Most without bags
Wearing fleece pajama pants
At 1:30 on a Sunday
Not a.m., we are at the mall
In broad daylight, 
In front of people

Their hair is tossed 
haphazardly, they are not coming from church
Or lunch at Grandma's.
One is wearing red heels, slick, patent leather maybe
High, and a sequin skirt that is not as long

People Watching

People watching

My friend and I, we sit and watch, 
People walking down the main street,
And we comment about the clothes that they wear,
From their head right down to their feet. 

And we also predict their own life story, 
Who they are by night and by day,
We ponder if they’re the one that says what to

People Watching

She smoked my last cigarette and I felt cheated. 
I slept with her best friend; again and again, I repeated. 

They mocked him as he came passing by. 
We laughed, I and them, for not any reason for why. 

Smoke rolled out from the car window.
Lids captured tainted pictures turned distorted memories.

Just another low class

People Watching

It’s a Saturday night; all the lads are on the beer
Posing in their best clothes – look out ladies we are here
They swiftly down a pint then another three or four
Soon they are getting wobbly and falling to the floor

They stumble to the disco cos they are on the pull
Eying up the ladies, but their

People Watching

I saw people walking through the streets,
As cars lazily rolled down the one lane road.
Pairs holding hands, mothers and sons,
Suited men retiring after a hard day's work.

The awkward side-steps avoiding strollers,
Exchanging waves, exchanging glances.
And gentle brushes past a shoulder,
Dogs on leashes wooed by giggling girls.

I saw a kid in a Giants jersey and sunglasses:
"Hey man,

People Watching

Perhaps I am a frightful boor,
But your looks were a visceral lure.
I stopped and I stared.
What if I had dared
To ask your name? But I demurred.

I'd have followed you without a thought
By your face I was utterly caught:
Like a fish in a net
My whole world I'd forget,
And misfortune would then be my lot

People say it

People Watching

Old man, blank faced, gray, balding, bent back, 
suspenders holding up loose pants, a half filled 
plastic grocery bag hanging from one hand, a 
wooden cane companion in the other, limps his 
way slowly from the grocery store out to the
 parking lot …towards his parked car.
     People rushing, back and

People Watching

The color fades from black to gray
but while i sit the needled play.
The junkies, human monkeys, in mass array
seek their new ways to get off today.
Some head to the mall to praise their corporate gods.
While others seek seek sex with any living broads.
The rest are all wrecks that need to be used.
The weak seek the

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