#rendezvous - Hello Poetry

I found myself wondering , I have come across many people, Some open and some closed, Minds as narrow as a ravine, And as vast as the universe. How do they don their egos ? Vile but come across as polite, Rough around the edges but nice, Do they hang in cliques and duos? Do they wear their bravado alone? They must have gone through life, A certain way that made them, Certain of the egos they shoulder, Weighing a stone , rock and boulder, Their demeanor, sweet or colder. What is their best shape and size ? What is the way to behave? Certain of your rights and wrongs? A worldly construct that guides you, Stops you from being you? Are you fluid to have a thought ? Philosophical enough to ponder, Yet not make any judgements? Have you an opinion of your own, To question this construct of mankind? What amuses their speck of an existence? Do they look up to the skies and ponder? The existential drama they play , In a universe that plays with them . Like blowing a puff of air , Scattering the floating dust in a ray. Do they peek into their inner corners? Have conversations with the dark? Darkness of their minds, they hide from, Do they ever seem to discover their truths? Do they live their entire lives not knowing? I have come across many people, Not knowing the outcome of these rendezvous . Some sweet , some bitter and utterly distasteful, Losing my appetite for more, evermore. Am I just tired of pondering alone? About the psyches and egos of people ? What makes them , them ? What makes me , me ? I have come across many people, I found myself pondering .

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Mar 23

Mar 23, 2026 at 2:26 PM UTC

Blissfulnobody

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I found myself wondering , I have come across many people, Some open and some closed, Minds as narrow as a ravine, And as vast as the universe. How do they don their egos ? Vile but come across as polite, Rough around the edges but nice, Do they hang in cliques and duos? Do they wear their bravado alone? They must have gone through life, A certain way that made them, Certain of the egos they shoulder, Weighing a stone , rock and boulder, Their demeanor, sweet or colder. What is their best shape and size ? What is the way to behave? Certain of your rights and wrongs? A worldly construct that guides you, Stops you from being you? Are you fluid to have a thought ? Philosophical enough to ponder, Yet not make any judgements? Have you an opinion of your own, To question this construct of mankind? What amuses their speck of an existence? Do they look up to the skies and ponder? The existential drama they play , In a universe that plays with them . Like blowing a puff of air , Scattering the floating dust in a ray. Do they peek into their inner corners? Have conversations with the dark? Darkness of their minds, they hide from, Do they ever seem to discover their truths? Do they live their entire lives not knowing? I have come across many people, Not knowing the outcome of these rendezvous . Some sweet , some bitter and utterly distasteful, Losing my appetite for more, evermore. Am I just tired of pondering alone? About the psyches and egos of people ? What makes them , them ? What makes me , me ? I have come across many people, I found myself pondering .