Bus Poems - Poems about Bus

I’m waiting for the bus. Ain’t nothing to discuss, ain’t no more dumbing-down. You’re super-pissed-off-plus? Well that makes two of us. I’m heading out of town. Ain’t no more fight or fuss (who taught me how to cuss?) Don’t want to stick around. A little bar that sells cold beer, that’s where I intend to steer, or any place but here. I need a change of atmosphere and...

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a bobble hat fellow rumbles along sharp turns behind me - hello - but reaches up to the wall grabs an apple 80 percent intact and hobbles away again a few seconds later he's back again turns behind me, bends low and picks up the soggy, abandoned box of donuts two inside remaining successful mission he wobbles away...

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Curly haired Carlotta brought her curls onto our bus Filling it up from seat to seat, annoying many of us. Her hair grew an inch every fifteen minutes you see. We could barely speak to each other for it was not wee. These curls went down the aisle and into the seats. Two guys sitting on some of it were...

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Perched on a sapphire bus, its curves agleam, In a painted glade where wildflowers teem, A young man and lady, entwined in a glow, Bask in love’s fervor, where soft breezes flow. No tangled forest, but a sketch of delight, Where a stream’s silver ripples catch dawn’s tender light. wildflowers and violet blooms burst in the air, Their petals like whispers, adrift...

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Hey..' You..Are you heading to the bus stop? Well yes..Oh Good.' Well i don't mean really good though..' why not? You mean You have not heard.?? Heard what.? Well theres going to be A plane coming to your bus stop.!! Are you sure.?? Oh yes.. And if you don't have the right ticket..' Well you won't be Able to board.'...

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A Bus Ride I had bought a newspaper in town and was taking the bus home an hours ride up to my village. I looked at the headlines noticed the paper had no date was I reading yesterday’s today`s news or tomorrow`s The bus was empty this afternoon it struck me how silent it ran could only hear the swishing sound of rubber against the asphalted road. Then...

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The Day the Country Died November 22, 1963 three pm e.s.t fifth grade pa speaker clicks on “today, at one pm c.s.t President Kennedy shot he is dead” our young substitute teacher gasps then starts to cry we are silent school is dismissed early buses home, no one speaks our country has changed ...

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“This is a familiar route and one of the most common ones (at least to my seasoned eyes; you may find it beautiful)” — overheard. ______ A day like any other, but also a day like no other— ...

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Large and in highway charge Highway power Hour by Hour A name among giants The Greyhound bus name started as a car Miles after Miles the bus company has gone far It surrounds go in travel and us Full of promise through the years of passenger transportation Plenty of history information The Greyhound Bus was once a Fortune 500 known as the Greyhound Corporation Precision...

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Two guys by a bus stop, and they have nowhere to go. They begin merging plucks and ribbits into a melting comfort. Their destination is the Earth, and sedans honk at them. Red stop sign becomes a resting place for a fellow cellist. Fair lime crickets play along to the weeds, if just for this one moment. And the taste...

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A tragedy occurred was the news A young boy died in a bus crash He was with other students too When the bus got a tire flat To send your child on a field trip And have it end his life is insane Parents hearts forever ripped Finally they released his name Maybe seat belts on busses may Void a future tragedy one day But...

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I was standing in the end of the bus; Sitting on my chair amidst people; Then a boy entered in the bus; He was out of the blue; Light blue jeans. Light shirt; An enhanced belt; All the focus in this boy was in his belt; All I could think, In my head, At the moment, Was to remove that belt; And I said to myself, This boy...

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“I’m so glad you’re alive” I told you this, maybe a little too soon With Nyx painting shadows on our faces it was a little too dark But you’re eyes were transfixed completely on mine And I was completely aware That it was a little too beautiful for just the second day I met you a little too late I wish you could’ve...

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• Hum a little tune • As you wait for the bus • When it sings something wretched • Don't stir up a fuss ...

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fearful he rose from the ashes of hellfire singed skin scorched soul and blistered mind his heart full of charcoal burdened the flight yet carbon cinder fuelled an escape route from the trajectory of death or eternal damnation when a tiny glimpse of ember cast hope of renewal change growth and survival he gave in to the vital force of the...

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