Bus Stop Poems - Poems about Bus Stop

Waiting at the bus stop

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

Bus Stop

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

Bus Stop

“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

Stopping for School Buses

I gave up my drivers license because of my poor eyesight,
          but after two surgeries I have my eyesight back;
so, I must take the driving test again and learn all rules,
    especially all the traffic signs and lights.

Stop, yield, no parking, no left,

16 Lines on School Bus stop sign

In The Town Of Alabaster Alabama Limited in population like 103
     I was issued an unreasonable fine driving on 31 south rush hour
     see a random abnormality, a bus with a flashing sign 4 lanes over
     i hit the brakes to stop missed

Bus Stop Stay

Will you wait for me, maybe awhile, 
 but I promise I’ll be there? 

I will wait here for you, without denial,
I will wait here for you, right here - promise kept -
Holding a rose in the place we first met,
where I lost my footing, off my feet - swept.

 You promise? 

Curl into a

Labrador Bus Stop

On a whim a black lab waited
where other people do.
At a bus stop man created,
he smoked a cig too.

His paws outstretched ready to pounce
onto the shuttle of spluttering fumes.
He'd ran away and this was his last chance
to leave the humans painless; still humming their tunes.

This bus would take him to fields of squirrels
To an old

Sitting At a Bus Stop Wishing For a Hot Pie

There was i waiting at the bus stop,
With thoughts of hot pies that I could not stop,
When down sat a young lady at the bus stop,
Eating a hot pie at the very bus stop,
Where thoughts of hot hot pies I could not stop.

Half way though her pie at the bus stop,
Turning to the one thinking

Beauty At the Bus Stop

Even a married man’s head can be turned
When spotting a girl for whom he has yearned
There’s no harm in looking, it’s surely not wrong
I’ve been a good husband for so very long

There at the bus stop, a beauty in red
Is it so wrong that my thoughts turn to bed
Her sultry blue eyes and her long

The Man At the Bus Stop

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 I looked out there later, he was still sitting on

Bus Stop Musing

Daily morning ritual rain or sunshine
Eye romance beginning on a bus stop queue
Founding jaunty mawkishness everlasting
Teenager pining

Background music softly enraptures the mood
Candelabra flickers on snowy linen 
Sparkling bubblies celebrate our encounter 
Eagerness mounting

Flawless cuteness leaning on steaming bathtub
Bashful petals casting their lovely fragrance
Spellbound, swirling in midst of bursting bubbles
Hankering simmers

Blurring horn halts instantly my intense

The Bus Stop

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?

The Bus Stop

I’m waiting for the bus; how long should I wait?
Because I’ve been here awhile, the bus is pretty late
I guess I could give up, and no one would really know
And I don’t wanna go, anywhere anyway

I know that I should be well on my way
But I’d rather sit here and wait another day
I might go

Bus Stop

Cold
shivers
taunt my spine,
chattering teeth
count winter’s cadence
as I await sunrise
watching the high wire sparrows
swaying in the frigid breezes.
Headlights pick their way through swirling snow.
The school bus driver scowls as we linger.

©2/15/2022

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Bus Stop Go

Standing there at the bus stop 
Too nervous to even speak
You showed up looking 
Like you were the bomb 
I try to say something but 
My tongue doesn't move
It just sends to my brain an utter
Sitting behind you your perfume 
Hits me like a brick off an overpass
Seven more minutes of bliss 
Eight if we

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