Rush Poems - Poems about Rush

Going to the town store, during rush hour, a chore. I ran to the door, fell. Keys now lost on the floor, but no keys could be found. Oh, they're in my pocket!...

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At a bend in the road One needs take utmost care, More so on road of life.” By author **************************************************************** ...

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People bolt in mad race through jammed streets cities brace. Against time car lines crawl, destined for a long haul. Rush hour of frenzy match makes us chase dreams to catch. ...

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Mine is a wild spring step, shoe heels dash leaf strewn path, I spy wrinkled driver’s, rueful rush hour grim mien, from sleek chrome cars crawl as, my drained feet moult traction!...

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Quickly grabbed my briefcase My brolly fought the rain I sped to the station Only just caught my train Bang on nine… my boss rants You’re here… but where’s your pants? ...

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Mine is a wild spring step, shoe heels dash leaf strewn path, wrinkled drivers sour mien, from rueful rush hour toll, as sluggish cars inch by, my drained feet moult traction...

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monochromatic clouds stagnated within space rush hour traffic abounds vitreous tears coat cheeks time halts to screeching stops as you took your last breath ...

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Rapid response unit Stuck in a traffic jam Blue lights flash, sirens sound All vehicles give way He races on at speed Must pick up Chinese meal! ...

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Written May 6, 2025, For Contest Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud ************ Red on green traffic run, hasty flags of pink shun one hour before high sun. Feel the surge of spate wind, icy kiss grooms the rind tiptoe through rush hour, timed. Hexaline Form Created by Nette Onclaud: 6 lines with 6 syllables,...

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She wakes me up, must go, She says drive quick not slow. Weaving though traffic fast. Now we get there as last. Such a hurry this morn. Too late, babe just now born....

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I clock in my own breath, Minutes stack like folding chairs. My limbs queue for permission, Time herds me through its turnstiles. We all wear the same silence— Pressed suits, creased with wanting....

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bumper to bumper push potholes detours red lights rearview mirror past flash regrets breakups foul-ups windshield view onward, veiled stressful blurry fearful 5/5/25 Contest: Into the Hexaline Grove Sponsor: Nette Onclaud ...

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Rush Hour traffic is stop and go horns honking like mad geese windows down in the heat choice words said in anger social fingers signal suddenly my lane clears ...

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A cloud clog of the city that keeps cars at bay waiting fir the car in the front to speed fast just to meet you at the light the loop sends thoughts of madness that lurks through the Dan Ryan of gain as a toll is organized to blow some of the congestion through a different channel at canal...

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A whiff of cedar, strong in the air Joyful cries as days grow near When single a day, makes men wonder days Moving about without delays With sales rising to fullest in spike As domestics cry out and plants alike Tunes cheery, food savoury and dance happily Yet man starts to act rather humbly But wait, there more to this sunny side More crimes...

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