Honking Poems - Poems about Honking

...Pulling out my card. Doesn’t seem too hard. When I’m convinced of my wealth. Despite new books on my shelf. Despite sunglasses that are new. I assumed by account was tried and true. But when th......Read the rest...

... Sighs of susurration sunder the silence ~ The neem tree swaying in the wind An old lady yapping like a non-stop chatterbox The roar of the road hero's motorcycle revving past And a ra......Read the rest...

...Lumbering bulldozers grind and rip trees and shrubs from the empty lots, competing with gas fumes, the noise of trucks, and honking horns on the busy thoroughfare. Two gracious houses, on......Read the rest...

... arch of rainbow spreading across the firmament filling joy and love everywhere honking peacock stretching train feathers while dancing presents an arch of rainbow marching li......Read the rest...

...those days are gone, those days of midsummer, when Sun beat down on open roof tarmacs, lanes of limestone houses I remember, that sheltered the travellers with rucksacks. black bikes parked alo......Read the rest...

...Monday morning comes alive with the piston train speeding by, thousands of people gather at the gate and crowd the platform before it was too late. Monday morning full of passion with hangover lin......Read the rest...

...For the sun has taken the sail, painting the sky a tapestry of emotions. The wind wafted through my hair, making it dance to its rhythm. The trees pranced like a cheer squad, shaking their poms pom......Read the rest...

...The fruit juice drips momentarily beneath the alter filling the crevices and corner, while the sound of impatient traffic rolls down the street honking horns and disrupting the peace. A strange sound......Read the rest...

...These hands were fashioned for work; these hands are down to earth; These hands have been mingling in the dirt, cleaning the grease and grime and picking up garbage and slime, they pass me on the str......Read the rest...

... On a busy Marescaux Road where No one cared for an injured dog, Where motorists do not come to a slow, And honking horns hammer As impatient traffic competes toe to toe, There on the asp......Read the rest...

...Flock Plus One Crouching among a gaggle of dabbling Canadian geese, a brown skinned child pushes back long black hair, intent on building a tidal pool of which he can be King. Extending a ridi......Read the rest...

...Let the wind blow and let’s see how far it will go. Let the wind blow and join me for the next half of the show. Let the wind blow and let it take you where you want to go. I just can’t get ove......Read the rest...

...January 2nd is the unluckiest day of the year. It's when all the bad things happen, I fear. The holidays are over, the bills are due. The weather is cold, the sky isn't blue. The res......Read the rest...

...New York City is like a cobblestone symphony, where jackhammers and footsteps form the rhythmic timpani, sirens and honking taxis, are the cymbals, that provide sudden bursts of energy, traffic’s ......Read the rest...

...I wondered who would come to get me. Would it be Jesus? The Big Man himself? Maybe Archangel Michael. I have had this ridiculous death rattle for three days. It is time to get up there! I keep......Read the rest...