poem about experiences using the bus at college

Poetry On Odyssey: And She Just Smiled

She was a power bank of smiles. Occasionally, I kept looking at her to say 'hi.' But, couldn't. She looked at me once.


If you take a bus or train to work or school, you get to see so many different faces every day. Most of the time you don't care who they are or what they are doing, but sometimes you can't avoid it. Well, it could be either sweet and funny or worse experience for you. For instance, if someone is just laughing or proposing to someone, I will stop and cheer. On the other hand, if someone is cursing or disrespecting other people or even you for various reasons, I'd act differently. Well, I have to take a bus to go from one campus to another at my university. I never had a "bad" experience yet, but I have a huge list of funny and unforgettable experiences. I would like to share one of the best and memorable experiences in the form of a poem. I'm not a poet, but sometimes I just act like I am.

I stretched, I yawn

Friday morning, felt drained after a workout

Mark time, check my phone, it was 7:20 am

It was pleasant, calm morning,

Gleaming, twinkling Sun in the sky

Little chilly, even in the Summer

While I was drinking my protein shake,

Winds were touching my skin and face

On College Ave, waiting for the bus to come

I was sitting on the bench, looking at my surroundings

I noticed, a girl in a royal blue dress

Ambling toward the bus stop

She was wearing a shiny yellow-ish aviator sunglasses

She sat on the bench, I looked at her

But, she didn't. She took off her sunglasses.

Astonishing, Marvelous, heaven came to the land

She was so beautiful, reminded me of

Cherry blossom flowers in the Spring

Gorgeous eyes and fabulous smile,

Felt, they've wondered my mind

She was a power bank of smiles

Occasionally, I kept looking at her to say "hi."

But, couldn't. She looked at me once.

Maybe, she noticed me

"LX," the bus came in, she stood up

And I froze, couldn't move

She was about to get on the bus,

I kept thinking, left with a bunch of

should've, would've, and could've

she looked over her shoulder, wasn't expecting at all

And she just smiled…

I thought I was trying to read her mind

But, she has already read mine,

left me amazed and wondering

Who was she?

Wished, I'd see her again.

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12. I might not have said those four words in the old and standard way, but I'd learnt that actions speak much louder, than anything that you can say.

So much has happened this week, yet I could not find any inspiration to write. Instead of creating a piece that I will never deem perfect... I have decided to share with you my favorite e.h poems that fill my Pinterest board. These poems always seem to speak the words that I could never write, they remind me that I'm not alone, and give me faith to keep moving forward... I hope they do the same for you.

1. You see, not knowing is what haunts you. The memories that never mend.

2. When others listen to reply, she listens to understand.

3. I don't make my connections deep, because I'm scared of what I'll lose.

4. I lend everyone my ear, but nobody my heart.

5. Let go, Let go, Let go.

6. When part of what you're made of always wishes to return.

7. There are people that fit in quite nicely, and people who try but do not.

8. And realize I never truly lived; all I did was just exist.

9. She hopes one day she'll mean enough, for someone to write about her too.

10. When your road is a dead end, it's likely that you'll find it's only really just a bend.

11. And it kills you right now, but with time it gets better.

12. I might not have said those four words in the old and standard way, but I'd learnt that actions speak much louder than anything that you can say.

13. All these empty spaces create a strange sort of pull that attract so many people you wouldn't meet if they were full.

14. You remember life much better when you don't view it all through glass.

15. She thought she wasn't needed, she could leave and they'd not care.

16. But where on earth are you?

17. You might have hit rock bottom, but it's the perfect place to start.

18. There is no title to say, "This is Me."

19. I promise spring is coming.

20. Would it shock you most to find, that the things you thought defined you, could be summed up in just two lines.

21. For you'll never truly find yourself if you're too scared to get lost.

22. 86,400 seconds and we're in another day.

23. And each tear that escaped her held the things she'd left unsaid.

24. For since you first asked me that question, you've moved five hundred thousand miles.

25. Just remember from the other side, your grass looks greener too.

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