Highway Poems - Poems about Highway

highway drive: high hills and headlands, headlights on, hard shoulders, is this the highway to hell? or heaven's highroad?...

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There's no speed limit, we have no breaks Treacherous conditions, living high stakes When will we crash? Step on the gas Spun on the ice, hydroplane Just how long until impact When can I get off this ride? ...

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Midnight rides—his pulse aligns with the thunder beneath him fingers tracing her curves polishing fire into steel. Wind against his skin she sings beneath him once more Saturday mornings spent bathing her shine in devotion One last glance—wait for me—before stepping inside his grip firm not on the world but the rhythm of her frame. The highway fades yet she alone...

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Time for me to give the best man's toast It's the moment that I've dreaded most What can I say Mister You married your Sister I've had her and that's nothing to boast In fact, last time we were together We did it with whips, chains, and leather But bondage made her mean So I broke it off clean Now little...

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driving through the wilds roads carved through granite and spruce dusk is approaching... full concentration needed "Be on the lookout for moose!"...

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The Highway Bob Dylan, B. Marquardt-Alexander, Joan Baez The Highway The highway's a river, I'm a leaf adrift, Tumbling, tumbling, no solid shift. The canyon's son, a blessing I crave, But I'm lost at sea, a soul to be saved. Sunlight a mirage, a distant gleam, Where mountains fade, a forgotten dream. Rolling hills, a sepia tone, A classic date, a love all alone....

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A cat dashed the expanse of a new highway with speed without a pause, struck down by a speeding coach smashed and flattened his form crushed . Vehicles rolling,one after another over the corpse his remains began to leave, erased all traces of the brief life, dissolved like a forgotten dream. ...

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No one knows the coyote that bleeds in me. No one knows my heart is an open road No one knows the sound I softly whine But I do. I do. I will wake today and carry my body I will wake today and carry my bones I will tread until...

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I like to get lost a lot. I was driving down this highway, that you'd barely call a highway today, and I was thinking about the yellow lines painted down the middle of it. The middle of nowhere. Like I said, I like to get lost. It was quiet out, or I'm sure it would've been, but I had my headphones...

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It was a little Girl and a Male Greyhound Bus Driver. It was a little Girl who travelled quite frequently on a Greyhound bus from Houston, Texas to Lake Charles, Louisiana to visit her Grandparent. Being a young passenger alone, the Greyhound Bus Driver known as Mike always looked after her through her journey on...

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Beautiful drive through Along a narrow highway Shield with yellow leaves....

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The big green ones are everywhere, next exit in half-a-mile, they seem almost reassuring, all done up in the same style. Then smaller ones bordered in blue, with promises of food to eat, the big chains and local diners, places to stop and take a seat, then more such signs with the same look, but this time it’s lodging and gas, don’t really need a...

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Too many times I walked down that road Too many signs said “lighten your load” Too many faces came out of the rain Too many phrases I couldn’t explain (now) Too many voices attract and repel Too many choices heaven or hell Too many warnings in search of an ear Too many mornings in love with my fear Too many chances to hide from the change Too many off ramps that lead — to more pain (Site Of The Main Point: September, 2024) ...

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As I travel on a path Or drive upon the road, Signs communicate to me With their certain code. They are there to stipulate Wherever I may roam. Directing me inside a zone... Carrying me home. On their walls, doors and gates... Fences and their posts. If safety was a said party, Signs would play the hosts. Dictating my pace of speed... Displaying navigation. Precautions there ensuring me Towards my...

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Bags packed Travel on track The need, determined and desire Destination anywhere Bound Adventure rush sounds It was the Greyhound Bus Stretched Dog on bus both sides The journey it will provide Settled in my reclined seat Total laid back The air conditioning was fine The Driver announced stops in route and final stop at the end Travel had begun Highway to Highway Off Ramp adventures Around the bend Scenery upon...

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