Drive Home Poems - Poems about Drive Home

The snow covered ground accentuated chameleon leaves quietly hanging from stoic branches of proud trees piercing chilling spaces of the coming eve. Above in the cold silhouetted sky the coming full moon briefly peeked out before the slow passing of dark veiling clouds. Below, a snaking trail of red lights made their slow crawl across this winter canvas of nature’s brush....

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I exit the dragon's mouth, still puffing smoke after all these purifying years; round the corners square as possible, narrowly avoiding edges where the earth falls abruptly away and the sea plummets to terminal depth- Sure, Columbus made it! But in this new world of terror, politically defined, One must pause (rethink the wet drive home) wisely avoiding the siren call of neon signs- slippery, paste voices of abundance and firm footing....

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Night drive home no cars behind or ahead the day had been satisfying victories, compromises, achievements half hour to home bubble of warm air and light moving toward it in my metal bubble toward my wife and children watch for patches of ice casually, not nervously maintaining velocity and analyzing Jim Hall's and Paul Desmond's Bewitched which way should I go back west past industrialized cities to spruce-fir forests then...

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3-17-2012 The Long Drive Home Just to see you again was all that I wanted,the flight ,the drive, The disposition of not knowing where I was,I don’t like, ...

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Giggling to myself, Blinking slowly from a long day's work Watching the traffic in front of me , The car next to us playing his radio, I feel so light,so at ease Weeeeeeee so tranquil, I put on the radio on my favorite station, Listening to the Tempo, Swaying my body from side to side, With my windows down. The cool breeze runs through my...

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Weary minds, and tired bones In the wee night hours, as the radio drones on... When all the world seems fast asleep Satisfaction looms .... for at last, we are almost home... Our car appears, to drive itself As if it knows the way by heart And soon we've reached the edge of town I noticed there, among the trees One...

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Late at night a forced drive home In the dark they’re both alone She lays in her bed with thoughts of him in her head He stays between yellow lines Counting the time until he sees her again On the radio one of their songs How he longs to be driving the other direction She squeezes a bear and holds real tight A gift given for these nights She worries as time quickly passes...

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I tuck your hair behind your ears, close my eyes and fall asleep. I dream of the beach at night, but your not there, just the stars and me. I wake up when you move, get out of bed and get dressed. I kiss your head then I'm gone. The drive home is my favorite part of the night. Everything smells good...

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