Potholes Poems - Poems about Potholes

Potholes In My Heart

The scent of wet Earth rises a ghost
from beneath the lavish bungalow.
and above the high-end ceilings
and chandeliers which never flicker.

Nostalgia trickles down like sweat
Glimpses of plastic buckets
catching rain and our salty tears
flood the eyes.

Flashbacks strike like lightning
remembering the only toy-
an abandoned kite I tried to fly in rain
dampens my spirit.

Loud wails roar like thunder
hearing the

Potholes

Happily cheering and laughing ,swinging,
as the dad is carefully pushing it.
He is on cloud nine ,looking at her joyous face.
The bright skies have fallen  ,clouds turned dark,
and the storm has washed away  the roads,
taking away the only rainbow in his life.
Taking her ashes to high and low places
for justice but in vain,they cant

Truth

Short legged lies 
walk through roads 
with many potholes,
trying no to fall down,
without closing their eyes.

Always walking slow,
hiding themselves,
scared of being released,
pretending not to exist.

Short legged lies,
don't reach further
when the road 
becomes harder.

Finally, short legged lies,
put the hoof 
into a big pothole
named: "the truth"

Potholes

There was once a weavin' driver named Joad
   
   Nabbed by cops, drivin' in manner forebode

      Asked if he had been boozin'

         No sir, I am just cruisin'

          

Beware of Potholes

Driving down that familiar road,
For miles and miles and miles it goes,
You forget about keeping your eyes on your travels, 
On that same old bumpy patch of gravel.

That highway stretches from your teenage woods
On the passage way near your worthless bale of goods 
Speeding past boring scenery,
Near the knoll of fast girl greenery.

Don't fall asleep,

Potholes

The shovels scraping
Filling big pothole in street
My four brand new tires

Category 5 Potholes

Like riding on the handle bars of a bike
                        with no brakes, going down Telegraph hill
                

Potholes

11/22/16


Got to get that cheese pronto

Those that talked guano

Got hit with an uppercut combo

mano a mano


I had a dog named Bronco

And landlords named Helga and Poncho


Knew this lady that lived in a condo

And worked at Costco


Cargo

Being shipped worldwide, even garbanzo



Jane and John Doe

Still trying to win the lotto



Roads smooth or full of potholes



Article after article

Potholes

Every winter, all the roads
Are pocked and filled with holes.
So what’s the money used for
That we pay for all the tolls?

You’d think when they’d repair them,
They’d use something that would last
Instead of bargain pothole-fill,
Which breaks apart real fast.

When driving in the city
In the winter, my advice:
Beware of ruptures in the road,
More dangerous than ice!

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Potholes

The joy of riding
where the small ones
have gone away
turns into nothing
at the big one
minutes  away.

* This is about the joy of riding on the  highway which has been recently repaired and re-laid, ridding it of its pits and potholes and the mortification of subsequently getting stopped by the traffic police  or by

Road Full of Potholes

The road that I drive
Is riddled with potholes
I can never conceive 
That life isnt just a role

A role in making good
Wherever we are
By helping raise food
In a drought area

To help the homeless
Find a roof for their head
Not turned away distressed
They just need a bed

The road is long and twisting
Many hazards are in store
Its called life,

Potholes and Vines

They leave great potholes, when they pass away.
We tumble in so willingly.
Some are even given names...
like: "god please help me"...
or "I can't go on without you".

At times they jar us back to sweetened times.
before the beast grabbed the throat,
When forever sat plump on virgin vines.

Nothing can fill these potholes.
Matter of fact they get deeper and

Videogame Potholes

Don't get distracted by the videogame
Distortion effect hollars
Slipping tricky thumbs bothered
By coin slip franchise misfits
Cops in collars, never bother
Blowing up stop signs and mail boxes

Skateboarding through town, shuffling around
Cocktails and marsupials
Grins that shegrin amped up
Plenitude posed as holy redeemer
Careful when you leave her
Heart balloons carry an ancient tune

Blessed in tombs, caressed 
magnetic earth chanting
There's room

The Street Department and the Potholes

The Street Department and the Potholes

By Elton Camp

Big potholes developed in paving all over the city
The condition of the streets had become such a pity

Citizens said it was knocking tires out of alignment
The city officials said no money for their assignment

“We would gladly fix the potholes if only we could.
But city taxes just aren’t coming

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