Lorries Poems - Poems about Lorries

...I watched a lorry coming down the Route de Lesterps. One of those rumbling lumbering lorries that so disturbed your morning sleep and for an instant, a moment’s thought, I wanted to dash out ......

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...That night, in a strange place I was like a fly Circling a street light Reeling…Reeling! I felt so alone Fear wrenched my throat Couldn’t predict When I would be charred to death I ......

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...Behind the slightly misted pane, I sit alone: outside a bared and boney limb of sycamore is splayed with branches split their flimsy leaves like floppy goldfish swim. As autumn's copper shards ......

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...Why are all these hash slingers Constantly there on my TV? When did the ability to cook Become reason for celebrity? Eating for me is just like Shovelling coal on a fire, Just adding fuel to k......

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...In these times of plenty I see some dreadful scenes, Yesterday a girl too poor To have holes in her jeans. I felt for that lassie For I know the passion That the young seem to feel About foll......

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...Our Lorries on roads don’t worry Moving slow like not in hurry Traffic in peak hours so sorry......

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...We cowboys on this side of the pond Get out of bed with boots and spurs on To ride our bucking bronco golden stallions As you mount your nags on the weak side of the ocean Yes, we snicker a......

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...THE LAST ONE It’s very cold up North, the ice stretches for miles. There’s a knock at my window, oh! It’s my better half, and he smiles. “Come in” I said, “Come in and be quick! Put your sack......

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..."England and America are two countries separated by a common language." ~ GEORGE BERNARD SHAW An American takes a respectful look at some ......

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...The sign actually said ‘Universal Disposal’ but the haggard squalid creature Had no time for such ephemeral discourse he could just about spell his name Kanja meaning water born and his parent......

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...Tim’s father had been a refugee once he put down his fight and his gun The story is that he embarked on the very last ship leaving East Prussia Under siege tanks and bombs from above fireworks ......

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...Looking out of the window I see nothing. View to eastern hills, Blocked by lorries, carrying soldiers In combat-fatigues, My town looks like a fortress. In my room, Cramped with books and hi......

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...hear others out there, just beyond my wall-wrapped sharing space they break on through, sneaking inside my head far above, front-nosed pilots point high-flying seated people tubes passengers......

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...Barren laid the roads At the passing cars and autos I stare Wishing it was you, seen everyday But not since last week An hour has passed since I last saw a bus Stops crowding all waiting for you......

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...I remember when I was a little girl And the Rag and Bone man came round On his cart pulled by a horse All manner of things could be found A washing machine with a broken ringer And a bicycle w......

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