Orlando Belo

Gold Star - 14,532 Points (Derby, England)

The Man Who Was Standing Behind - Poem by Orlando Belo

I was in a conference centre full of people,
and a man called out my name.
His voice was louder than the chattering,
and he shouted it out again.

His voice wasn’t at all familiar,
and no one knew I was here.
This was a lonely hearts club meeting
for singles who also enjoyed a beer.

For a third time he called out my name,
and my I.D. tag gave me away.
The woman with whom I was talking
waved her arms and shouted “Hey.”

I left her presence quite quickly
and became lost in the crowd.
I didn’t look to see who was calling,
but he was persistent and shouting loud.

People all around me were fainting,
for no reason they dropped like flies,
but then I heard leather to wood footsteps
above the peoples’ sighs and cries.

I slowly looked all around me
and somehow I knew it was my time,
I was leaving one way or another,
with the man who was standing behind.

Topic(s) of this poem: life and death


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  • (11/4/2015 2:03:00 AM)


    Amazing. Hide and seek game superbly played. Enjoyed the game. Thanks for sharing.8 points. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 4, 2015



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