Rush Poems - Poems about Rush

Rhythm of a River ...

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The flickering light as if fireflies' laughter echoes the summer air. Rides spun dizzying merry-go-round! Can't wait for more minutes ahead. A thrill to feel is here to stay around. Sweaty palms with ticket stubs hold, With sugar thrill laced in fingers unfold. Plastic pouches filled with goldfish, plushies all around soon waiting for your sure win! Come on, let's join the...

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A gull glides slowly Through the cloud-grey sky No sign of hurry, No hint of worry Content thus to fly. Dramatic contrast To the traffic down below Human hurry Human rush As though its sinful To go slow. Maybe somehow In a very little while I’ll let time take Its gentle course And gull-like Peaceful go. ...

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When you're in a rush almost every light is red Part of the problem is not wanting to get out of bed Fooling around and doing everything at last minute Rush hour isn't rushing when your out there in it Some things feels as if it requires too much time Stopping on a dime isn't happening at stop signs The normal...

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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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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 at 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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