Curbs Poems | Examples

A Small Crowd

Fallen leaves knuckled
below eddies float again
swiftly shimmering.

Rain withers with gray
asphalt rising. Curbs cement
puddles running still.

Sunlit raindrops stop
hissing at guttural moans
tickling us for laughs.

I Miss The Crab Apple Orchard, And Pretending To Be A Knight

Life has an odd habit 
of making you miss 
old street curbs and 
stop signs. 

The street I miss 
the most, though, 
has to be the cross 
street between the 
crab apple orchard 
and my friend 
Jacksons 
house. 

Something about that 
place felt infinite. And 
something about sometimes
friends feels greater than 
sometimes. 

Would I go back? 
Absolutely not. 

Because it was by my 
old elementary school, 
and going there would 
only remind me of all 
the times being a kid 
was enough. 

I think it stopped being 
enough when I got to
the ending of "Stand By 
Me." And I realized that 
River Phoenix was dead. 

Or maybe it ended when 
my brother got a girlfriend, 
and I developed a bad habit 
of sleeping in, 

to ignore the fact 
that I was undesirable, 
and that my brother didn't 
want to play games or talk 
to me anymore. 

I miss my brother. 
I miss Jackson. 
And I miss that green 
park that was right behind 
his house. 

And I especially miss 
that old crab apple orchard 
where I wasted whole 
afternoons reading up on the 
adventures 
of Tom Sawyer 
and Huck Finn. 

Tell me, 
are there any 
street curbs you
miss?

Lowly Virtue Is The Jest Of Fools

better ways to heal
therapeutic poetry~
a dance of feelings

spoken verse trending
curbs obsessive impulses~ 
when we meditate

breathe in and speak out
demolish your obsessions~ 
share and overcome

Yellowstone’s Spring

bison-decisive way
to kill
mosquitoes
§
fire up
those patties
§
not
before eating
the reborn
fish feast
of
Yellowstones’s Spring
§
believing
naturally that
bison’s
dung-scent
discourages
the buzz
§
curbs
madness of
interloper’s
adventuring
§
withstanding
the stench
not
wasted

Hurricane Trump

Hurricane Trump when made landfall
The commotion spelled heavy toll --
His big-ticket orders
Flashed red on the borders,
Watches he in triumphs
Wickets fell around stumps,
Sure, warming was ne’er more global. 
_______________________
Happenings |36.01.2025| humour, USA

Note: On the very day he took presidential oath, Trump signed a slew of executive orders: exiting WHO and Paris Accord, national emergency on southern border, visa curbs, barring asylum, et al. He almost issued a global warning, and the warming never looked more global.

LONELY TEAR FALLS-

There's a tear that flows
 down the cheek of humanity 
like a winding river a lonely creek 
ever so powerful 
are the vehicles in the street 

Wild water flows
Tears on your cheek
Why are you crying
Are you distraught 
Are you in pain
Have you embraced sadness 

Traffic tires flowing water curbs 
Like a biaton river floats
Creeping like a worm in mud
Elated there's a tear that flows 

Emotions rent,
Lonely tears flow

Inside Gym

The neophytes
The hunks, the hulks
The curbs, the bulks.

Spawns Dimness

Written: June 16, 2024

                           ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hope had gray hair and looked downcast,
Amid grieving and fears, hope is obscene.
At night, just a rocket and fanal were seen,
Life disappears into shrouds, leading to a blast.
 
Did the hurling and horrible air have a heart?
A single eye read the unformed wonder or boom.
He was the one who proved the current loom,
The quiddity draws the skies and earth apart.

Lord, my petition and argument are both fair,
What bears devils successful and me a failure?
Revolve their decay if the pair were my jailers,
Chervil-lined banks and curbs quiver with new air.

My sapient wairua creates an Elixir riddle ban,
Hoarding and ignoring nature led to a span.

Winter Tales

Snow White has put on her grey sludge dress,
turning from princess to drudge overnight,
She is a pidgin that takes its ill-fed feathers
to brighter patches of sky
seeking less frozen crumbs.

Roads have curbs of dark pack-ice,
we drive our carriages,
pink-eyed and just whiskers away
from a shivering daydream.
Horsepower pulls us through
to an evening that mimics the gray
face of the day.

Let it rain, let it splash this chill air
to dry, Spanish hills.
Ohio for now, has put its fairy tales away,
in sports bars we drink
until mugs slide between drowsy lips
as easy as slippers of glass.

The Day After Christmas

‘Twas the day after Christmas
And boxes were piled
With the remnants of gifts
Ripped apart by each child.

The dolls and accessories,
Sports gear and games,
All once wrapped up in paper
That nobody claims.

The presents from grown-ups,
Removed from their bags,
Join in with the packages,
Ribbons and tags.

In the compactor rooms
And outside, by the curbs,
Are what’s left of the bounty
In cities and ‘burbs.

Ruins

I remember it well- the old Broadway
My city celebrated years ago;
So nicely paved and lined with special stores
And curtained windows, seen in rooms above.
Where we would walk and shop with family;
Attend parades and honor holidays
With decorations and fun spots to meet,
Like the old coffee shop or ice cream bar.
The highlight of our city- old Broadway-
When times were simple- city pride was loved. 

Fast forward fifty years- my heart is sad.
A vision now of ruins it's become.
What stores are left- now draped with iron gates,
Or since abandoned, left in disrepair.
Apartment windows gape like hollow eyes,
And litter paves the entrances and curbs.
Not good to walk the streets- daytime or night.
Glories to ruins- Broadway has become;
Now blights the memory of simple days-
When the community clutched love and pride.

Hundred Proverbs Advertize Herbs

To the public the man shows herbs
For Advert hundreds of proverbs
"Your worries and mine wisdom curbs!"
Lots of Adjectives and Adverbs;
On roads blares, neither dumb on kerbs
Voice screaming hoarse near touring Serbs...

But the Old Seller of New Herbs
Settles for nothing short of blurbs,
The problems of voice pitched high curbs
And down brings number of proverbs...

"Buyers I see less for sung herbs"

Up

I once visited an old copper town
in the upper peninsula of Michigan.
The U.P. as the Yoopers say

And on the U.P. it winters from 
October to April’s end
where saloons and

vacant churches pock each
devoutly sodden block with
a piss-penny for your thoughts.

The hay was made there
in the 1890’s, bronzed and
plaqued in a shag-city square

gray beyond grief
-faced for no reason
 it remembers.

It is a compelling obscurity.
that I will visit
again, one day

when I have
less to lose and
 more to forget.

There the parking meters
stand away from the curbs 
by big brick hollows,

beyond the plow’s carve
so high must pile
 the insulating snow.

Daredevil

His power comes to height during the night 
For in darkness, he glows bright like Moon Knight 
Though fierce light took away his sense of sight 
His reflexes could sense beyond their might 

His legend came to life by misfortune 
The loss of his sight came to fruition 
He is blind but can see better than most 
In darkest nights, he dare walks like a ghost 

His courage made him a man without fear 
His greatest foe is the man with fierce spear 
He contends against forces of evil 
Though fierce sound and odor brings him peril 

In law and justice, he's a champion
Save the world from evil is his mission 
His baton curbs the loops of injustice 
His feet stand like the balance of justice 

Gorgeous Elektra was wowed by his charm 
He damn looks like the one who'd do no harm 
But to him, Nuke and Kingpin have ill will 
But their evil is no match for his skill 

October 30, 2022 

Moon Knight Friend or Foe Poetry Contest (4th place) 
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori 
Syllables checked by: Poetrysoup.com

Tell It Like It Is

Oh, it’s a complete package—
Love and sex,
You cannot have one
without the other.
I love my parakeet
but I cannot go do…
You know what I mean?!

But sex alone is
A pitfall, a delightful deceit,
A black widow, a chimera, a mirage--
A romantic nonsense!
It is ephemeral, a concubine of time;
It shackles our free will,
Curbs our freedom…
A momentary bliss,
Lifetime to rue!

Love is a misnomer;
If love means worship
It is God,
If it means companionship
It is a spouse,
If it means camaraderie
It is a friend;

But put together—
Love and sex,
They can either be:
The pinnacle of bliss
Or 
The pit of abyss!



~10/27/22
~Contest: "Tell it like it is"
~Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose.

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