Overpass Poems - Poems about Overpass

wings could drive you crazy under the overpass, the crows gather one by one, flapping it is a perfect day, stuck underneath where cars borrow the bird’s view without a whisper or toll, torrent of landings to complete the murder the row, on an inner ledge, legible perhaps eligible to a mate, could be a male society or female offering we who pass so quickly,...

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I am the man who sits under the overpass. I'm just a blink when traffic is moving, but more closely-eyed when cars go by slow. Some pause in inquiry, wanting to know if I'm okay. Others pull over and offer help to me, to which I say, I am fine. They drive off bewildered, pondering their comparative, comfortable lives. They cannot understand why I...

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Was it his destiny to die in that sleeping bag curled up like an infant in the womb unnoticed, unseen undiscovered for days until others found the odor of death disagreeable more obscene than the circumstances that led him there under that overpass where those who happen to have been born to the right people were in the right place at the right time to...

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My morning walk is sandwiched ‘Tween the river and the road And I’ve seen a homeless guy there With a tent as his abode. Several others sleep on benches And one slumbers on the ground, Yet since yesterday a couple On a mattress can be found. They were curled up under covers With no pillows and no sheets Underneath a concrete overpass Connecting to the streets. Though...

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This is a tale of love so rare the kind both lost and found, A story too big to keep inside or even on the ground. As I traveled the road on my way to work one day, I read a sign that I saw, to see what it had to say. On the overpass was left the sweetest...

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