Best Bus Stop Poems

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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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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My heart was beating wildly;
So much I had to say;
I only managed, ‘Morning.’ 
Until another day…

I wonder what you think of me
(Assuming that you do);
And do you know my heart’s on fire
Each time I look at you?

For Giorgio’s Small Poem contest
Romantic, Jack Horne...

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Raining cats and dogs, we didn’t want to get wet through
We dashed to the bus stop, to shelter as you do

There we huddled under the shelter as a cosy retreat
But a storm was brewing right under our feet

A lady held her umbrella up to protect...

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I ride the bus to work,
and sometimes I put on a very displeasing look:
I complain with sardonic humor,
" These city buses are never on time! "
The scruffy man beside me sweats and scratches his hair,
" It's so damn hot and lateness is a crime! "


And...

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He sits in the bus cubical 
dressed in tattered clothes, 
he holds a Coke bottle 
filled with something I don't know. 

I can see the pain 
that hides behind his eyes, 
nowhere to go 
the street is his home tonight. 

His hair is all matted...

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BUS STOP
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I saw her standing at the 4th st. bus stop
Chewing on gum Chew, Snap, Pop..

She checked her watch. not once, but twice.
Cute face, tight jeans, nice butt, how nice

I watched her from a distance. to see if she needed a ride.
I thought, she's the kind...

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I saw her at the only bus stop
In our little, forbidding town.
She seemed to be on the top -
The girl was getting me down.

I wanted to be just like she –
A young girl of the world
With a hand luggage- so free -
In a bus on...

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“Well now,
I’ve enough dirty knickers to be washin’,
That’s why I never got married”.

Now listen to them talk
For it’s hard not to.
He never got married 
or any of that other nonsense
That people bother with.
This friendly meeting at Stop No. 2-
Two warm bottoms nestled upon
The red bench...

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" Hours of waiting for a moment - it's all worth it."...

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Has Summer gone? Oh God, she was divine
Those crazy kisses, that incessant heat
Last seen by The Red Lion on the street
And off to Swindon on the 49 -
Another bus is coming, so it’s fine
That Autumn makes an old heart skip a beat
Her hazy colours, and...

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BUS STOP

I walked to my bus stop and there sat a man
whose hair was all matted, his skin leathery tanned.
His clothes were all dirty, shabby and worn
you could see his resistance was all ripped and torn.

Old cigarette butts lay down at his feet
and his gaze...

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we held hands
makeing webbing plans
it was a bus stand
from place we shop
we hug and kiss like this
we were 
LOVER ON THE BUS STOP...

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After I came home from work one day, and sitting down for tea
I looked out the window, and was surprised to see
A person sitting out there, as if waiting for a bus
The last one for the day had gone, now that will make him cross

When...

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