Short Bystander Poems
Short Bystander Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bystander by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bystander by length and keyword.
Surrounded by clowns
In a circus she's running
Wearing no make-up
You become the misplaced one
Flagged as a mere bystander
Just like a fan or bystander
In bleachers only to gander
We see D.T. cheat
And try to accrete
House box seats through gerrymander
we see it now
that no node within
will remain a bystander
energy transfer enlivening
organic forms magically
polishes the mirror
Why is it my fault?
Honest, I promise it really wasn't me.
I'm just an innocent bystander.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I can tell you're hurting.
Your random thoughts are mismatched puzzle pieces.
I wish I could help.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
I bootstrap bobcat , was hastily enlisting a badmouth bystander to hound the tiddley hippies into fiendish fluster ?
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 7–13, 2026)
Clip a bird's wings at birth
so she may never feel
the deprivation of stolen freedom,
never a sitting bystander to the open
air, her song never leaving the nest
from her body, trapped
Eternal
If you sneeze and get snot on a bystander
Should you pretend it landed on the planter
Maybe act like it wasn't you
As it landed on their shoe
Carry on engaging in a topic of candor
Yellow
Sun beaming hot
Irrational thoughts jar
Short tempers flare into raging
Angry words accompany threatening fists
A cool-down period is needed
Bystander stops the fight
Aware the man's
Yellow
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet, and perhaps so are you
But you admire another
And I am stuck a bystander
As you grow closer
Silent
Why can't you see?
I've given up hope
You might never like me
my pen runs across the page
dripping down verbs and adjectives
dragging prepositions and nouns along
I watch
an innocent bystander
have no idea
where all of these words are coming from
is my pen possessed?
Apparently so.
Sitting home alone
Trapped in thoughts of you.
Resigned to being a bystander.
Awaiting news of how you do.
No matter what lies in store.
Given time and perseverance too.
Everything is possible.
Regretfully that just ain't true.
Overnight I have turned
grey, stuck on the threshold
of a song
which does not cry
parting the mist
of the eyes.
Why should not,
the humming bird stop
becoming voiceless?
O bystander,
wakeup the moon
night will fall now glittering.
Form:
my Soul begets My heart
my Heart begets My mind
my Mind begets My consciousness
my Consciousness begets My awareness
my Awareness begets My being
my Being begets My energy
my Energy infuses My infinity
my Infinity inf ,...,..,.,
fiddling with a magnanimous tootling - no tutelage needed
anonymity of the artful dodger - blaming innocent bystander
widespread whisper and stare, waving away any hospitality
scent swept under the rug - stinker with a wink and a toodle loo
Overnight I have turned
grey, stuck on the threshold
of a song
which does not cry
parting the mist
of the eyes.
Why should not,
the humming bird stop
becoming voiceless?
O bystander,
wakeup the moon
night will fall now glittering.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Dreams have their own peerless value.
Like oceans enormity,
This resting shadow can be vast
Diving into its depth
Lays hidden meaning of unspoken voices in the dark,
Like a bystander you watch its dance beneath unconscious —bursting with meaning but unable to find a soul to decipher it.
cuckoo bystander
hippies hound
desecrate passing
shrewdly badmouth
siegfried bobcat
wake european
spirits enlisting
the globally
fortuitousness by
reading rhythmic
confrontation dutifully
fluster fission
spat and
unite your
sourness unlearned
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 7–13, 2026)
A forlorn figure pines while traipsing down the meadow,
dawn dewdrop wet sprinkles mock her sylvan shadow,
red sky ablaze mere ornate first light wrinkled lull,
hazy whisper from mint gust for maiden that blind pull,
or bright hue’d usher to green moss-strewn meander,
where rainbow trout a wily catch might quell one edgy bystander
Two little boys, in a fight
Bystanders watched in delight
One little boy fell to the ground
The other little boy continued to pound
One bystander decided to intervene
Over the two, he stood in between
Over the two, like a partitioning wall,
Over the two, he stood strong and tall
One little boy needed protection
The other little boy needed correction
Pacing, searching, panicking;
can't find what I'm missing.
I'm about to lose it.
Been in this rat race
for way too long.
Don't know which way to go.
Spinning in squares, triangles, figure eights,
anything that doesn't makes sense.
Now I'm sick gonna throw up,
no remedy for me.
Just teasers of happiness
that are not for me.
A bystander observer
not allowed to have it for myself.
Form:
It happens again,
Yet another natural upheaval,
Thousands lives dispelled in seconds,
The pertinent question is why does it occur,
Do Gods even exist?
If you exist,
Are you even aware of your conscience ?
Your acts and actions are full of follies.
If you can't assuage then,
What is very purpose of your existence?
You are a mere bystander.
Questions are ample but the answers are none
It thrashed away
Your heavenly hide out
By the fears of the day
Not able to control the scene
Just another bystander
Watching it smash your dream
Tears spilling down
And you can’t help
But always wear a frown
Because you know you lost
And the end is in sight
And your heart is now frost
It has gone away
You heavenly hide out
Because the fears of the day
You’re to blame
Letting it win
So go hide in shame
Form:
It's all about love
do unto others what
you would want others
to do unto you
forgive someone who
wronged you
do it through love
breathe new life
into a lost soul
who's lost hope
and thinks suicide
is the only option
If you see someone
in need
don't be a bystander
intercede
to see what you can do
to make a difference
in someone's life
it's all about love
do unto others what
you would want others
to do unto you
Decades wearing at his trunk
His branches sorrowfully drooping
Standing by and watching
As society is stooping
An overlooked eyewitness
To all that comes to pass
Every kind remark
And every ridiculing sass
Bearing the comings and goings
Adapting to each new scene
Minding his own business
Trying not to intervene
Sitting in tranquility
Counting the hours till his end
An onlooker of destruction
A bystander without a friend
Form: