Commuting Poems - Poems about Commuting

Smoking cigarettes while remaining patiently waiting For the next bussing southbound to my local neighbouring. Sun is setting while many warm colours in the sky are blending....

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Buses are so packed. I think my back has just cracked As the bus had backed. Ride these buses patiently, En route to his place daily....

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She jumped on the line Through color and light Traveling in vibration On projected sound's might Neutral in nature Neither here nor there Just being present As word is shared Something was removed And lines became jumbled She found herself caught Made to trip and fumble ...the ball She stopped enjoying The journey of travel Her heart began to focus On the tightening ravel Everywhere she looked Balls of energy gathered Words unsung Magnetized all...

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My bike is powered by a need To get to work, to earn a crust To avoid a tedium of traffic jams To get through this cold rain alive To weave between the brutal cars To end the journey and arrive My bike is powered by a need To re-live golden days we had To be back with the ones I love To save...

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Sway, rumble, stop. Swish go the doors. "Mind the gap." Shuffle round the floor. Everyone squeezes. Can I get a seat? So many people You cannot help but meet. Sway, rumble, stop. Swish go the doors. ...

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Five days each week I beat the rush, avoiding confrontation's invitation, returning to my convenient place, as a fox to a favorite urban den. The pavement radiates in summer's glow, like steam rising from morning's coffee cup. The open parking spot beckons ahead, my chosen routine in sunrise's hour. I recognize old stains on either side, where others littered without remorse. My sigh replaces engine's...

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two girls on yellow school bus ~ june daydreams posted on June 4, 2018...

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Weekend Commute I dissolved into grey crowds Flooding Londons underground, Loosing my identity in the flow, Swimming with currents, Counter cultural, guttural, Warmed by the sight, Of many travellers, Taking their luggage, For constitutional walks. @Andrew Carnegie, Post Paddington, 7th Jan 2017 If you would like to know a bit about me and my poetry please click this link below: https://youtu.be/Ic_V7aX4xbk...

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rain showers turn into deluge - train delayed...

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