Busses Poems - Poems about Busses

Queueing for busses Even though not going far Been queueing for busses Ever since I sold the car. I still can’t believe What a bus passenger hears. What have i been missing For all of those years? I sit there quietly Occupying my place Trying go maintain An unmoving face. I hear about adultery Uninhibited sex Heaven only knows What I’ll hear next. Delinquent children Beaten up wives. Don’t people these...

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Most kids ride the school bus twice a day School buses don't often have wood stoves or beds you can sleep the night away Ours did though More than once I lived in one Some painted like a forest some with a double bunk I once dreamed I was falling then I landed with a thunk crying, mom picked me up After...

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Summer night Soft sand beach Watch the moon Go reach-to-reach And yet I'd trade Pure eve like this For just a chance To steal your kiss Exquisite portals Lush as thine Are incomplete If not with mine Oh, what a crime Far past compare Should LIPS as sweet Refuse to share So tell them now To please take heart They're in good care While far apart ... ** SECOND PLACE in the "Mid August...

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The key to passion Is just this: There's NOTHING hotter Than a kiss Without it love Has little chance And nil, the hopes Of true romance If you're a lover End-to-start You know great kissing Can be an Art So hone your skills At joining lips It's MUCH more fun ... Than sinking ships!...

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Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada I remember orange busses if I'm showing my age. When Sudbury's fleet was the best and the rage. I remember them coming while I stood at the stop. They were bright, they were bold and the colour went pop. I remember them ending when the day finally came, when it seemed one was left by the highway in fame....

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