Bus Poems - Poems about Bus

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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Cross Country Greyhound Bus Very young 17 Year Old’s Couple as such The young woman started throughout having labor pains The Father too be felt worried and wanted to hurry It was a small town the young couple got on We had arrived in Salt Lake City, Utah While there, the Labor Pains continued Later, we arrived in Nevada That split second crossing...

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Destination Bound Road miles Observing scenery while Onward and forward Cross Country State to State City to City Town to Town Up the mighty hills Across iconic bridges over rivers People waves through America Rest Stops along the way Time limit Journey through the night Darkness in plain sight Driver headlight flashes to other buses View of the Moon and stars Travelling far Hound Bus beats traveling by car Journey continuation Travel opportunity appreciation Seeing...

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The last bus This is a day for us losers, no this is not about the climate, from my window it looks like doing well, a dollop of sun there and a splash of rain there, it is no asking for anyone’s permission With losers, I mean us who have managed to get old, but living...

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On Interstate 5 In A Greyhound Bus mother pauline boards the big greyhound double decker her freckled son goes before her wearing a cub scout cap hurry up she says as they climb the stairs to the upper deck the bus driver tips his cap and starts the greyhound engine mother pauline tells the little boy they are...

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A bus in the hand, Is worth two that fail to land, Or fail to stop on demand, Because they are needed, when trains do not run as planned, Or there has been slide of hand, From drivers on a mission unsanctioned, By those in command. The good news is that the bus in my hand, Stops within walking distance at...

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Being different struggling with allergies anxiety asthma runs in my family outbreaks can occur anytime anywhere like with my grandsons right during football practice hives itching rash anything can trigger it my granddaughters all the same during ballet cheerleading of just playing a violin in chorus scratching is the worse thing to do my Christmas...

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Everyday for the last five years His dedicated routine was the same Catching Bus 268 at 9.30am to be with her On Bus 268 at 5pm to return home again Tuesday was like any other Though the bus trip home was not the same Tears fell as he stared vacantly out the window Never to catch Bus 268 again ...

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On many a workday morning, I sit at my kitchen table and watch the BIRDS lite on electric lines, or listen to their sweet chirps from the treetops. I watch the SUN rising over the horizon, and in early Fall, I observe the green FIELDS of harvest slowly yielding their bounty. Left behind after a few weeks of sweat and toil is a...

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