I have been writing poetry since I was 12 years old. I love to use poetry to express my feelings, emotions, and thoughts on life. I've been mulling over what poem to submit, and even sought advice from a poetry writing friend, and have decided to submit the following poem that I wrote when I was 17 years old:
The Stranger
Walking aimlessly through the crowd,
One has to wonder:
Who is that stranger that is left alone?
What is he doing so far from home?
Without a purpose
Without a place
The stranger aimlessly walks away
Off in the distance he disappears
One has to wonder:
What was he doing here?
I enjoyed that. It felt lonely.
ReplyDeleteI often wonder the same types of things about people I see all alone. Thanks for verbalizing it.
ReplyDeletePam at www.2encourage.blogspot.com
Beautifully said :)
ReplyDeleteLoved your poem! :)
ReplyDeleteI love how it has me imagining this stranger, the whole life they live that you know nothing about.
ReplyDeleteNicely done!
ReplyDeleteA whole story could be written from the imagination these questions evoke.
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ReplyDeleteNice one: evokes the question who is he?
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Very nice; I loved this!
ReplyDeleteNicely done! I love the mystery of the stranger. ;)
ReplyDeleteGreat poem - makes me think of all the crowds I've been in and all the untold stories I can never know.
ReplyDeleteThis is the story of any unknown person you might see on the street, wondering where they're going or where they're coming from. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThe questioning within the poem makes the reader get involved attempting to figure it out. Thanks for sharing!
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How observant you were at 17! At 17 I couldn't see past the nose on my face :) Lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteI really liked it. The last question was very thought provoking.
ReplyDeletewonderment
ReplyDeletei do this when i take a trip, leaving at early hours and wonder why there are so many other cars out? where could they be going?
nice poem =)
One of those questions we all ask, I think . . . great poem!
ReplyDeleteWhat WAS he doing here?
ReplyDeleteFun poem, almost like a scene in a story.
I am so glad that you joined up! I had no idea you wrote poetry and now not only can I read the poem you submitted but I have a whole blogful of Katie poems I can read!!!
ReplyDeleteSo wonderful Katie!
You need one of those follower thingys so I can follow your blog and get updates on your new poems :)
ReplyDeleteGreat stuff - simple, understated even, but very effective.
ReplyDeleteWonderful wondering . . . and a great step into imagination and prayer. (I always send up a quick prayer for people who look alone in a crowd - even if they look content)
ReplyDeleteOooh, I always wonder this too! It's amazing how you managed to capture the wonder in poetry form. Gorgeous entry.
ReplyDeleteIt reminds me of seeing people in crowds disappearing, and wondering who they are and what they're up to....beautifully said..thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteHopefully he found a friend.
ReplyDeleteA very mysterious man. Beautifully written. Julie
ReplyDeleteI always look at people and wonder what their story is. Loved this! :D
ReplyDeleteI'm a people watcher and this captured that feeling for me. Thanks.
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