Potholed Poems - Poems about Potholed

...I chuckle soft when people fume, And blame the lot in suits and gloom. “You see those leaders? All a scam!” But who’s still selling free yarn? Was it not your own cousin’s name, On that campaign......

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...Some have Siri,  others have Alexa; but my GPS  I call it Robert; for it seems to always take the road less travelled by. I see the highway on its little screen; while I meander  down some po......

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...J'aime la vie…I love life, with all that it brings Alleviating the jarring pain of potholed roads Labour uphill, thankful for easy descents, Observe the rules, most watchful for red lights Plagu......

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...Bake the world a cake and wear your shimmering crown of perfection. Gorge on pure bites of unearned kindness to feed your grievous bodily farm. Your dignity is a sight unseen. Like a spider in m......

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...When I was but a boy in the small village of Cold Springs, I lived near a cantankerous old witch. At least, that's what the gossip implied she was. Her name was Almeda Hamilton, and she was a hoa......

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...Today, forced to detour Last week missed my plane Blamed it on the heavens No, not me. I am not one to be late Gnashed my teeth Gnarled in these jams Do these passers-by know who I am? No, the......

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...Her story of life, her ups and her downs, Her story of “Just getting by”, Her story of doing all she can do, Of achieving enough to not die, Is written with belief from her tender heart, Be......

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...Forty years of bad road, a path of broken glass Potholed memories line my thoughts, devil waiting fast Daring me… “Retrace your steps, your quickest way back home “Forty years of shat......

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...A fast drive through highway speeds a country landscape. Music blares loud, gliding on wheels, with windows down, worries dwindle. A fantasy flies in a pastel sky. A bottle of soda opens......

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...Each year in August the teams descend, cricket foe morphing quickly to friend, Bonds are forged on a pitch unique, camped on the banks of Reedybrook creek. The grass is cut, the fields set out, th......

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...The Predicament of Kolkata’s Bus Commuter Two dozen perspiring commuters are wearily waiting for the bus, Exasperated because of the delay and frustrated due to the rush. The rickety contraption......

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...I fly wide-eyed into the glinting night, Along valleys with man-made stars aglow. Thrills and sorrows on both sides line my flight, Neon rivers flow restless down below. Grandiose dreams fr......

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...My road deeply potholed, with those left behind Resurfaced with pain, all casualties mine A road often fatal, to family and friends No roses to line it, as it twisted and bent ......

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...Night sky: lifeless, dull, chalky gray Apathetic expressions face one way Eyelids heavy, long day Foggy windows, potholed roads Warm breaths exhaled, the seats are cold Zombied st......

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...Idle Thoughts When I write of a rose should I add the adjective beautiful I have never seen an ugly rose. Therefore, all roses are stunning But we can argue about whether we like red or wh......

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