Buses Poems - Poems about Buses

Not a slogan nor advertisement Fair exchange Commuters listen and wonder Poetry words coming to life The ride with readings from actual Poets Poetry of all kinds sharing beyond compare Moment in write of Poetry time Through traffic of rush hour It becomes the assemble Poetry readings commuter sit Inspiring and uplifting fit Words that never quit Discerning gift Direct craft Something never done before Words after words no can...

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Do you know why bus rules are important? We stop for school buses as they’re slowing. Their yellow lights indicate take caution. When red, the lights mean kids you may see going. They might be going on the bus or off. On two-lane roads, whether you are front or rear, you have to stop, and the reason is kids out of...

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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,...

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The thing I do to be nearer to him, Commuting even in weather so grim. The things I do to have more acceptance, Cleaning his home for a much better chance. The bus I go northbound in drives down memory lane, As I reminisce about what he and I once were, in silent pain. The bus I go eastbound with shows...

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The smell of an old school bus still lingers to this day Dedicated to Susie Robinson and her mother Betty Elmore...

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gratitude breaks through reflections on historic rites… yellow school buses...

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Buses Dear Buses Daily you commutes us humans from one place to another You do not hiss You do not cry You are so patient You are so enduring Without you we humans could not have reached our destinations Without you our journeys would have been slow and dull You provides employment to many people From drivers to conductors From bus manufacturers to bus...

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Upon the orange rock The sun beating mercilessly down, Is now replaced by Relentless rain Pelting on pavements in the town. Brushing through the bush with stick in hand, Rifle over the shoulder, Is now succeeded by Squashed inside the tube Laptop bag tight on...

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they going home some comming from rome is can be insane and a pain travel by BUSES PLANE AND TRAIN...

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Cum ma lat-ta Le ma lot tad a ta la Cum ma lat-ta Le ma lot tad a ta la Cum ma lat-ta Le ma lot tad a ta la I’ve been a sinner now straight out of the birth canal; Simple evil from my parents bows; Rejected, conflicted hopelessly convicted; Just some flesh running wild; I wanna be found not lost, don’t wanna be...

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Some were peeling others chipped and cracked some sat tall and semi-pristine others were beautifully bent and black one even wore the colors of another all were silent as ice mountain monks. There were a few empty seats (monuments to the lost?) where do the discarded and forgotten go? where do waxen souls leave their mark... An old box of crayons is much like...

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BACK STORY Me and my dad used to work as a team on the Trolley Buses for Manchester Corporation, out of the Hyde Road Depot. Dad drove, and I was his offsider, collecting fares, and keeping order on the bus, like making sure people did not block the aisle, or go past the stop they had...

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Life’s Buses Never Run on Time Life’s buses never run on time so I wait, in stoic supplication, for a god who has no schedule. Coincidence decides the crossing of our paths, spontaneous reunion of faith and practicality disappearing in the dirt of city streets, nameless sojourners jostling for “personal” space, waiting to be disgorged into those awaiting passage. Illiterate traffic signals give us hand signals –...

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What is it about a bus? For the life of me, what is all the fuss? Well for starters, a bus design like no other The craftsmanship in variation being another The open road in a child’s eyes with bus wheels of highway just However becoming a knowledgeable hobbyist being a must The hound dog stretched out on a bus as...

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theyer back on the bus stop see them on the block sandy put them to a stop now after they rain and the pain theyer back its fact theyer smoking gunning the BUSES OR UP AND RUNING...

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