Best Bus Poems

Finally it’s time to go,
All day I’ve pushed peddles with my feet,
I’ll hurry to the bus stop,
Being sure to get a good seat.

There, a chance to rest,
Home, I’m on my way,
Only to get up tomorrow,
And put in another day.

Photos, questions and fingerprints,
Did I commit a...

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yellow bus roars through
blood leaves assail the stop sign..
geese traffic honk south...

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a bus stop 
with a shelter

remote and 
standing tall

surrounded by 
bleak countryside

where no one 
lives at all.

does anyone
get off here?

just who
the heck gets on?

where does the bus
that stops here go

and where does it 
come from?...

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Public transpo buses are a poor man's taxicab,
but you can't hail a ride when you need one
You must sit and wait on a wooden street slab
Buses are municipal elephants
that move on asphalt trails
If one arrives on schedule, then all is well
Drop the money into the...

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AT   THE   BUS   DEPOT

Faces and suitcases with little rumbling wheels.
The seat is hard and littered with yesterday’s paper.
How can these moving actors know how it feels 
To be old and no longer a ticketed escaper?
Faces fade past - abandoned...

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Bus people really have a lot of time to think:

They are always on
the brink of realizing
what's going on.
Shoulder-to-shouldering
their way along each morning, wishing
they were back in bed, finding
they are spiritually dead and

all the while 
bumping 
to the sounds
of the streets outside....

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Each morning of my workweek, I board the E Street Bus
I see familiar faces, there are a lot of us
But if I look closer, I see more than faces
I see a kaleidoscope made up of many races

Two Asians in domestic clothes chat in a dialect
A...

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The darkness ends
gives way to the dimness that descends,
the moor land mist mingles on ceremony
a subdued veil strokes the trees.
Dewy webs glisten
in reams of silver thread,
while rushing waters flee 
over rocky beds.
Shadows appear from out of the gloom
the queue just gets longer,
Number 76 to my...

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It's one of the plus's of living in Scotland
if you are over the 60 plus age band
travel is free from John O'Groats to Dumfries
giving one the opportunity having a free hand

In a land like Scotland full of great scenery
rugged mountainside and lochs so deep
surrounded by...

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The bus stop says its out of use  this week
Men are digging up the road again
I never knew that  modern bus stops  speak

I wonder will the street lamps follow suit
Their  voices like  the chiming of Bog Ben
The bus stop says...

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They all got on my bus
The old folk had a night out
The cinema it would be
50 shades of grey
Going to see
50 shades of grey...

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The school bus
Is a waterfall
When it rains...

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Yellow School Bus

Mommy I need just
a little more snooze.
“I’ll not have it” says she.
“There’s no time lose.”

She says “get movin.”
Maan, what’s all the fuss?
“If you sleep any longer
you’ll miss the bus.”

That bus that bus
that big bouncy bus
whoever invented it
to transport us?

A mom I bet
who had...

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Driving his bus on that fateful day along this long driven route
Down a busy street he made his way his horn barely a toot
People coming and people going all at such a hectic pace
But the ability he was showing in placing a name to every...

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As I sit in this house all alone I think to myself where my love has gone, Instead of feeling sorry for me I think of those less fortunate then me. I think about those this Holiday season who have lost loves ones for no...

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