Roadside Poems | Examples

The Calico Box Crab Roadside Circus

I recall clearly,  my mom took me to peek
at the calico box crab roadside circus freak.
Some kids have a tooth fairy, my reward, more oblique. 
I stood, mouth agape, quite unable to speak.
I had a strange childhood, you might call it unique, 
before reaching adulthood, employment to seek.

Roadside Lilies Hiku 45

Roadside Lilies Hiku 45

roadside lilies white
in full bloom with delight~
yearning for human sight.

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By the Streetlamp

                                             By the Streetlamp


                                    Secrets held by the streetlamp,
                                        Delightful, sad or wicked,
                                  Witness through its deadpan eyes
                                        Of events by its roadside,
                                       As distant stars in the sky,
                                    Are kept in depth of her heart,
                                         With its vows of secrecy,
                                      Never with someone to part.

A Roadside Flowering Tree

“The earth laughs in flowers.”
- Quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Spring has just taken a leap
Blushing sun is on hot trail
Teases trees with playful smile.
Surprises avenue tree
Flares up flamboyant clusters
Impatient - so like new bride.
Gulmohar is her sweet name
Peacock like, scarlet petals
Her Beauty lights up sun's rays.
While the other nearby trees
Stand in bare green downplaying
Their potent beauty now veiled
Zealous, like merry bridesmaids
Wait in line for flowering time.

Roadside Flowers

Roadside flowers, defy the rain
handwritten cards, spell out the name
of someone’s son, of someone’s friend
just where the road, begins to bend
at the spot where everything changed

Passers-by said it was a shame
nobody quite sure who to blame
but everyone could comprehend
roadside flowers.

A face looks through the window pane
oblivious to sun or rain
condolences so quick to send
that broken fence so soon to mend
her grief still wrapped in cellophane
roadside flowers.

Drunken Canuck Roadside Assistance Or Aa Eh

"drunken canuck roadside assistance" or "AA eh"


perhaps i can
't cook with
out a

douse
of what's
not out of a

moose's
snout
or

what snot
is not
a

boot or
about 
but

i know what i 
knew i now 
know

now
that
then

if your day
begins then
it should also 

end with a
Guinness and 
an absolvo te eh

men

Do Not Pee By the Roadside

Near the park, I screamed at a big chap—
“Do not pee by the roadside, ape-man!”
oh, because I seen fright,
I peed on a shrub a night.
The shrub —JESUS! —was a drunk man.

Emagi Irwin Roadside Inn

T C Irwin A ROADSIDE INN

      
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The Wild Chrysanthemums On the Roadside

A mother chrysanthemum is blooming
On the side of a footpath were  
People are hurrying to and fro 

It stood quietly with the defiance of the people 
Showing a scene that looks coincidental 
Being ignored or not by the thinking eyes 

Just bloomed for its own destiny as a fact 
Not for a bit for the strangers' passers-by 
So why does one need to offer a cheap sigh

Roadside At Dusk

the week passes
miles counted
numbers turn
as I drive
fields of gold
my reflections
of beauty
my dreams
tires sing
on a county road
memories reclaimed
with my favorite songs
the landscape shimmers
as the moon ghosts the sky
in the slant of light
perceived
in the slant of light
the moon ghosts the sky
the landscape shimmers
with my favorite songs
memories reclaimed
on a county road
tires sing
my dreams
of beauty
my reflections
fields of gold
as I drive
numbers turn
miles counted
the week passes

The Roadside Chapel

Jane and Norman are going steady
Now are planning their wedding
They decided to wed 
At a roadside chapel
Off a country road
Their minister will 
Do the ceremony

Jane will have bridesmaids
A flower girl or two
Maids of honor will lead
Then the bride will follow
Walking slow to the groom
She is teary eye with joy

Photos taken outdoors
In front of the chapel 
People gather to watch
Phots are taken 
On a bright sunny day
Small groups groups gather
   to chat
Before leaving the chapel

Roadside Poetry

In my youth I was completely engrossed,
By poetry along the byways nailed to a post!
It wasn't composed by John Greenleaf Whittier;
No, the authors were much more wittier!
I speak of Burma Shave signs once all the craze,
But can only be found in museums nowadays.
I don't claim to own the wit of Nast or Nash,
But here are some I might've composed if I may be so brash!

If its a kiss from yer gal you crave
But the stubble on yer mug she hates
Better grab yerself a can of Burma Shave!

When ol' Sarge says you're grown' too much stubble
And threatens to nix yer weekend pass
Slather yer mug with Burma Shave on the double!

When you were interviewed for a host of jobs
But weren't hired because of yer stubble
Smother yer mug with Burma Shave in gobs!

When you insist on takin' her out to dine
But she says no caressin' yer 5-o'clock shadow
Mow yer mug usin' Burma Shave and all will be fine!

If it's yer handsome mug you want to save
Plain ol' Lifebuoy soap won't do the job
Use plenty of good ol' foamy Burma Shave!

Let me tell you fellers about the latest rave
If you want to impress your sweetie pie
Use smooth and creamy Burma Shave!

A Roadside Scene

Economic curve
Sliding down 
Mushroom-like umbrellas
Springing up
Somewhat blocking the street 
Drawing crowds
To buy the cheapest 
Goods and wares 
Without license or tax

Roadside

Curbside are snapshots of revelation
they invoice the passing 
as stations upon a cross, or rosary beads
from the corners of hard driven eyes.
We count the faces of onlookers like cars
for they count us not,
or may enter our speeding vehicles
as flashes of sunlight upon glass.

Roadside, is a rotting log
sporting small dainty flowers
amid exhaust fumes.
Roadside, both the living and killed
turn in a part glimpsed mobile 
reflecting our own brief leaving.
We move too fast to see it all,
layers return as later onlookers
when the car ticks warm and parked.

There is a strange abashment in speed,
a tomorrow-ness in the momentary watch
of those we pass.
The world becomes a known stranger
met on the tip of hastily thrown spear.
We distracted tourists
drive into the heart of questions.
Mind intones our place in time,
a fresh moment we have yet to arrive at,
one in which
we did not crash and burn in - just yet,
and tomorrow waits
to begin another new odyssey.

Girl-At-The-Bridge

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