Strangers Poems
31. A Reason, Season, or Lifetime?
by Kea Campbell
I couldn't sleep last night because my mind was too busy.
They say to let your thoughts drift and let your dreams run wild,
But what if my thoughts are of you, and what if my dreams are of your smile?
I can't sleep tonight because I didn't get your name.
I didn't get the chance to stare into your eyes long enough because you couldn't stay,
And I didn't do anything but gaze as you walked away.
I won't sleep tomorrow because I'll be romanticizing you.
Watching from a third person point of view.
......
30. Observation (1)
by Kea Campbell
I can tell that your heart blooms flowers year-round.
While we lock eyes from across the room, and you start walking towards me, I can feel the butterflies in my stomach tell me that I'm about to meet a God-sent angel.
Yet, when you start talking to me, telling me how beautiful I am, all I can do is stare in awe at yours.
I'm speechless as you take the words right out of my mute mouth.
You spoke my thoughts into existence, and although I wanted to let my heart tell them all to you, I hear them with my own ears.
It's like all of my senses were taking in the sight of your halo.
Stunned by your glowing soul, I say too little as you walk away from an interaction that left both of us smiling, inside and out.
......
Just Strangers With Memories
by Anisha Nyambe
We're not friends, not enemies,
just strangers with memories
loosely hanging on the wall;
silently awaiting to die and fall.
Pass me by and remember to forget
a pausing moment you wish to regret.
Our eyes shall meet
and we shall shuffle our feet
when the smile we try to form
is the exact opposite of norm.
......
“No Loitering”
by Drew Schoenfeld
The sign says “No Loitering”
But I don’t mind you soft strangers,
shuffling in mute,
meeting solace in the morning sun.
Its warmth on your shoulders
feels a little bit like love.
I know we’re always swimming in dirt and pretending we’re not.
......
On a Stormy Day
by Precious Whispers
Just like you would open the door
to a stranger on a stormy day,
welcome the souls
who knock on your heart.
You never know what
they've gone through.
-precious.whispers
31. A Reason, Season, or Lifetime?
by Kea Campbell
I couldn't sleep last night because my mind was too busy.
They say to let your thoughts drift and let your dreams run wild,
But what if my thoughts are of you, and what if my dreams are of your smile?
I can't sleep tonight because I didn't get your name.
I didn't get the chance to stare into your eyes long enough because you couldn't stay,
And I didn't do anything but gaze as you walked away.
I won't sleep tomorrow because I'll be romanticizing you.
Watching from a third person point of view.
......
30. Observation (1)
by Kea Campbell
I can tell that your heart blooms flowers year-round.
While we lock eyes from across the room, and you start walking towards me, I can feel the butterflies in my stomach tell me that I'm about to meet a God-sent angel.
Yet, when you start talking to me, telling me how beautiful I am, all I can do is stare in awe at yours.
I'm speechless as you take the words right out of my mute mouth.
You spoke my thoughts into existence, and although I wanted to let my heart tell them all to you, I hear them with my own ears.
It's like all of my senses were taking in the sight of your halo.
Stunned by your glowing soul, I say too little as you walk away from an interaction that left both of us smiling, inside and out.
......
Just Strangers With Memories
by Anisha Nyambe
We're not friends, not enemies,
just strangers with memories
loosely hanging on the wall;
silently awaiting to die and fall.
Pass me by and remember to forget
a pausing moment you wish to regret.
Our eyes shall meet
and we shall shuffle our feet
when the smile we try to form
is the exact opposite of norm.
......
“No Loitering”
by Drew Schoenfeld
The sign says “No Loitering”
But I don’t mind you soft strangers,
shuffling in mute,
meeting solace in the morning sun.
Its warmth on your shoulders
feels a little bit like love.
I know we’re always swimming in dirt and pretending we’re not.
......
On a Stormy Day
by Precious Whispers
Just like you would open the door
to a stranger on a stormy day,
welcome the souls
who knock on your heart.
You never know what
they've gone through.
-precious.whispers
