#crowd poems on Hello Poetry

skye Jun 2018

Behind a pause
Is an unspoken word
But it's okay
Because the crowd
Isn't here to listen to you.

Behind a distance
Is an urge for eagerness
But it's okay
Because the crowd
Isn't here to join you.

Behind a tear
Is an ignited resolve
But it's okay
Because the crowd
Isn't here to push you.

Behind a pain
Is a locked up bliss
But it's okay
Because the crowd
Isn't here to cheer you.

Behind a mask
Is yourself that's lost
But it's okay
Because the crowd
Isn't here to accept you.

There are so many things
That I want to share
With the world,
With someone
But maybe it's just okay
To talk to yourself
Because the crowd
Isn't here for you.

Love yourself before it is too late.

#depression #alone #crowd #silence #reflection #love

Haruharu Jun 2018

Tall stranger

I'm sitting on his shoulders, looking out at the rest of the dancing crowd.

The music puts a spell on the evening.

I breathe happiness, pure joy.

Have I ever felt this free?

My hand fits perfectly in his.

We dance our way through the crowd of happy people.

Such a magical night.

We sparkle, just like the fireworks.

The night belongs to us.

My tall stranger and I.

He tastes like tobacco and beer, just like me.

Tonight we belong together, I feel proud to have him by my side.

I'm sure I will see him again soon,
my tall stranger

#dance #crowd #music #free #happiness #perfect #fireworks #belong #magic #stranger

pookie Apr 2018

I am lost

No matter where I am
No matter the time of day
No matter who I am with

I am lost

No matter what they say
No matter what they believe
No matter what they know

I am lost

No matter how I try
No matter what I do
No matter who I try to be

I am lost

Lost in a crowd
Lost in a family
Lost in a world of people
Lost in my own mind

I am lost

#depression #lost #family #world #people #trying #hope #mind #crowd #no

Nayana Nair Mar 2018

River

Rivers of people
crowded the alleys of my mind.
Every thought of mine
had to go through them.
And they were relentless.
By the time it made through them,
it was not the same.
That beautiful new born thought
had turned into a old stranger.
I learned one thing
that I can never have a thought
or an action
that is truly my own.
And even when the building and the skies
of my mind decay,
the people in those alleys will live on.

#action #alley #beautiful #building #crowd #decay #learn #live #mind #mine

Nick Stiltner Mar 2018

If Only

If I wrote of Love and her soft caress,
would the crowds gather to bear witness?
If I spoke of her words and
the spells they cast on me,
would they gather to witness its gripping affect?

Oh, if they could only feel her love through my verse,
the whole world would gather round,
pushing and shoving, clawing to near front,
for just one glimpse of proof,
An Angel’s holy love.

#love #crowd #proof #angel

Walter W Hoelbling Feb 2018

the lonely crowd

all those people
do not know you

you do not
want to know them either

who wants to care
about strangers

The title refers to a landmark book of sociologist David Riesman in 1950 about contemporary US society.

#lonely #crowd #strangers #care

Sasha Ranganath Feb 2018

someone on my mind

I have never had a valentine.
Yes, I had that one guy, that one time
But to him, it was just a
A valenti---- don't really love you kinda love.
A valenti---- wish it wasn't you kinda love.
And to me, it was a
Valenti---- really don't think I'm straight kinda love.
Valenti---- am SO uncomfortable, get me outta here kinda love.

I have never had a valentine,
Yes, I had that one girl, that one time,
But we were miles away from each other.
4,483 to be exact.
With her I felt great
For a while
Like a candle
At the end of its life
You can see the waltzing flame meet the quiet of night
Midnight
Should I stay up kinda night
Skype call kinda night
I love you but... I gotta go... kinda night.

I have never had a Valentine
And it's not because he didn't care enough
Or she wasn't close enough.
I've never had a Valentine because I'm either too much or just not enough
I'm insecure, so insecure of the way I talk, the way I walk, the way these two strands of hair stick out, the way this one tooth just doesn't stay in line, the child inside me made entirely of antidepressants and fries, the truths, the lies, the incessant goodbyes.
I've never had a Valentine and I'm lonely
As hell
I'm so lonely I'll fall in love before you blink,
I'll pick you up when you're standing still,
I'll spin you around like I finally made up my mind to do the laundry
I'll kiss you good morning and I'll kiss you goodnight
Tonight
Tomorrow
Maybe forever.
You see this
is my problem.
This passion
This raging forest fire of emotions
This racing broken heart of haunted suspicions.
You aren't perfection
You're my perfection.
In my dictionary, your name is scrawled into the definition of every positive adjective, every beautiful noun, everything that's not a frown.

You see when I imagine my valentine, I see stars in the sky
As cliché as that sounds, I see stars in the sky and her nose perfectly aligning with the moonlight,
Her eyes slightly unsure whether to meet mine
Her lips lightly quivering with her gaze falling on mine
Her fingers slowly inching up to the tips of mine
Her smile faintly turning into a garden of lullabies
The place I go to mourn my goodbyes and watch the sun rise.
When I think of my Valentine,
I hear her laugh turning into a snort, laughing even louder, her cheeks turning red, tears in her eyes.
And I laugh along, falling in love with every crinkle by her eyes, just hoping she's not dying inside.
Just hoping she's not just pretending to love me tonight. Praying she believes we're more than just alright.

I've never had a Valentine,
But I'm hoping
I'm really ******* hoping
Somewhere in this crowd
I might have changed your mind.

#valentine #mind #love #gay #queer #crowd #heart #broken #dying #perfection

Jessie Schwartz Feb 2018

Courage

Courage…by Jessie 10/05

Sitting in a crowded room, chaotic and smoke filled, thunderous roars fill what space be left, noise so loud it beats thy ear into failure.
Parting the thickened smoke with thy eyes, I spot thee, queer in sight, like a single perfect rose amongst a backdrop of decay.
Attempting to hold thy vision steady, tracing it in thy mind, again and again,
Soon, the presents of my eyes upon thee, awakens thee and pulls thy attention to me, only to have thee look away in awkward shyness.
Not long am I able to sustain thy craving heart with but a look, hoping for better more. I navigate the restless crowed, inching thy way towards thee.
If comforted by thou close presents, then why doest thy chest seize from lack of air? Have I taken ill? My brow dampened and thy rags cling heavily to thy back.
Completely deafened by the boisterous sounds, I sense a tremendous pounding in thy ear.
Take hold, for the pounding comes from thy own heart where the beat sounds thy troops to charge.
Gather thy senses and control them each one, so that thou can orchestrate a memorable introduction, then will I have gained favor with thy heavenly host.
I am but arms reach away and her intoxicating aroma overtakes thee, sending vibrations throughout this mobile vessel, making thy limbs quiver and week.
Fool not thy self with thoughts of grandeur, I am not thy equal in this realm and swiftly make hast to when’st I came.
Coward thy be, unable to conquer thy fear of inadequacies and summon thy strength, retreating in defeat, never to know the rapture of what might have been
Back once more, alone, companying thy self through the night.
Press thy lips to thy cup and swallow down thy misery in silence.

#courage #girl #bar #crowd #engage #control