Busy Passers By No Time To Stop
Life is fast no time to say hello
Busy Passers By No Time To Stop
So many people, all in a rush,
No time to talk, just push and shush.
No one looks, no one see’s
Gone in a second, like scattered leaves.
Life moves fast, never slow,
No steady steps, no gentle flow.
Passers by with heads down low,
No time to pause, no space to grow.
Eyes on screens, lost in glare,
No one notices who’s really there.
Footsteps blend, a constant beat,
Faces blur on every street.
One man stands, still as stone,
Watching crowds, left alone.
He lights a smoke, takes a breath,
In a world that races toward death.
A woman hums as she walks by,
Carries her song, no reason why.
She smiles once, then disappears,
Swallowed up by silent years.
And me—I watch, I stay, I wait,
I feel the pull, the rush, the weight.
But still I stand, just for a while,
To catch a face, to share a smile.
I see it all, though no one sees me,
Still in the crowd, where no one’s free.
They chase the clock, but I hold the day.
Let them rush, I’ll stay my way.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Yes everybody seems to always be in a rush. Loved your poem!
One man stands, still as stone, Watching crowds, left alone. He lights a smoke, takes a breath, In a world that races toward death. - These zoom ins within the poem are brilliant, this one you can really picture so vividly. I loved the way you see this blur of all these people rushing about and then, when this person is zoomed in upon time seems to slow down but you don't change the pace of the poem. The poem seems to morph as you move the picture, zooming it in, moving across individuals who are living differently. Great poem!
Well done dear