Pushchair Poems - Poems about Pushchair

...When you’re driving please please be aware of those walking or with a pushchair. Watch for elderly who may be slow and for cyclists not wearing day glo. Stick to speed limits and ......Read the rest...

...The Zombies are out there. The zombies have taken to the streets Stirring into nothingness and shuffling their feet it's like they have just arrived from outer space No soul in their eyes A mi......Read the rest...

...Stopping at the red crossing light, I watched a trail of people walk To the other side: my wipers Flicked the teardrops of rain away, Showing me a slide-show then, In successive frames of progr......Read the rest...

...Start life in a pushchair end up in a wheelchair that doesn't sound fair to me I'd like a parachute. but we rise as we fall keep our eyes on the ball and the game plays out as it will. ......Read the rest...

...It was one of those splendid mellow golden days in early autumn when many trees, though still green, begin to betray a trace of red or yellow. In the afternoon I took little Eleanor to the par......Read the rest...

...Move away, Leave him alone, He’s not right Daddy take me to nursery Yes Son, no problem Lies, lies, mask my fears It is a huge problem Just my thoughts, no words, shield his innocent yo......Read the rest...

...Why is it so hard to be happy But so easy to be sad? When I see how people treat each other Sometimes it makes me so mad It costs nothing to be civil To make life easier for one another Repay......Read the rest...

...Today i went to Iceland The supermarket not the place Trying to find a short queue Turns into a race Elderly lady at the back Tries to jump the queue Those further forward voice their anger ......Read the rest...

...My Bus Journey Getting on the bus to go into town Ten passengers standing up, twenty sitting down The card reader's faulty, won't recognise my bus pass Youths standing at the bus stop banging o......Read the rest...

...The queue curls; Serpentine. Crimson faces A woman exhales! The last breath of her cigarette. Takes her place: at the tail end. Thin silhouette, vital teeth missing! We remain at the vantage......Read the rest...

...Summer shorts and top – Nanny brought it Theres one – She has got a toy Shoes, dress, hair thing – the same colour as mine Im going to talk to her – ill flap my hands, she’ll like that Ill say “H......Read the rest...

...The blind leading the blind, what is seen is how its heard the thoughts that make the story are lost behind the words do you see it as you view it, or take a deeper look do you read into the narr......Read the rest...