Short Freeways Poems
Short Freeways Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Freeways by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Freeways by length and keyword.
Time And Ghostly Shadows
rock fence in decay
lost shepherds and green meadows
old cars on freeways
Robert J. Lindley, 4-01-2018
Haiku
Freeways are
a place where
we all travel
saving time,
but missing
so much along
the way,
nature knows
how to enjoy
life we should
do same.
wrote 9-9-08
Form:
The freeways are packed,
Long faces, fatigue, stress
Where are you going?
Like rats in a maze,
Guzzling gas, polluting air
What is so important?
Cell phones and laptops,
Purity of quiet lost
Mankind advances?
some one told me this piece of him:
that his mind fills every day with
images of his body,
ripped and destroyed,
on freeways,
in fires-
without emotion or reverie.
flying off cliffs
with no head and
bleeding genitals-
a daily silent film.
Wintery mix
Asthma inducing air
Windchill is fourteen below
Ice under snow
Cars doing donuts
Skidding across freeways
Seeing your breath
Wheezing kicks in
Cheeks pink and frozen
Middle of the USA
Iowa Kansas Nebraska
Frozen unification
Hunting around, sugar level sand
Mountain View all year round
Street and I will be waiting, for the summer breeze
Payment fill De butterfly seeds
Hawaii is looking pretty good
Cobwebs needing to be removed from the surf board
Freeways narrowly, then they widen
My, wife blows the whistle
Intersection of
Overwhelmed & Exhausted
A decision to make
Venture out onto that
Autobahn of Freeways
Shake & Bake
Wide Awake & Overtake...
Turn the other way
Crash & Burn
Maddening price to pay
Yet ~
Overwhelmed & Exhausted
A DECISION to make
Listen to poem:
Divers plunge into troubled waters
for diving into smooth, calm waters hurts.
Being troubled is the backdoor key
to unlocking the puzzle when you are in trouble.
Avoid the slip roads to the freeways
or the overpass or the bypass bridge.
Instead, imbibe your troubles, immerge in them,
wait for the waters to be troubled,
for double troubles played all-in
tend to cancel each other out.
Hover cars.
Who needs them?
Los Angeles.
Maybe if they had them, the gangs would stop fighting.
Hover cars.
Have they been invented yet?
I am sure they have.
Let's get them out onto the highways, and stop the road rage.
Hover cars.
Built for congested freeways.
For people who spend four hours a day in their cars.
Pretending to like something on the radio.
How can we get them to Los Angeles? Fast!
Inside my dendrite pools of connections thoughts were whirling
Stirring up highways and freeways of unusual concern
Caught up by tornadoes of doubt and despair we were twirling
Since schools are closing doors rapidly how will children learn?
Idealism, pride and hope soon helped me rapidly discern
Parents are their first teachers, and stand on the front line.
They want the best for their children; everything will be fine.
All along the thoroughfare
To freeways of the metroplex
Weary workers are coming home
They own the road from 4 to 6
Yes that's the worst time of the day
It's like a harpy's metal zoo
Where chances you could have a wreck
Are ten times greater multiplied by two.
If happens you are passing there
Upon this warning please reflect
Don't join the harpy's metal fair
Stay off the road from 4 to 6.
RETA PRUITT
August 29, 2016
Smile and fun:
Spring is our honey,
Give me your summer money!
Please, be now lazy,
With orange sun, sky, clouds
And always good weather!
Drink very sweet, fresh,
Juice, apple nature,
Give yourself more
Strong natural pleasure!
And remember:
Our great and funny days
Are the swimming pools,
Also the freeways,
Very big money,
You are my honey!
I am your business,
Yuo are my freedom,
Let's play together
In these open windows!
Freedom and open days -
Our free ways, we stay here
And our open, smiling faces
Are infinite senses
Of our happy, free life,
Let us live with this peace
Together that all our
Children would like to kiss
And to have all
That we always miss
In the international happy
And jolly holidays' fututure
Of all people of the planet
Earth again!
And our dear homeland
Always open freeways,
And all our open, merry
Windows in the garden years!
In Defense of Television
Sunday morning, the City sleeps;
Freeways diminish to a purr;
Many, though few, the Sabbath keep;
Vestments brush on polished pews.
One behind blinds looks in longing,
Searching for strength to go on,
Joins many more who must slow down,
But have hearts for the gospel songs.
There are those who scorn television,
For good reason if you look at it much,
But Thank God for its wondrous variety;
Where the aged and disabled keep in touch.
It can be a little bit tough,
While skating in the buff,
In the fast lane of the freeway,
You know I need not say,
Especially to me,
When you need your skate key,
So I'd suggest you try first,
To use the service road,
or call a hearse,
A helmet may be wise,
Unless they hit you in your eyes
And please note the word freeways,
Is for the benefit of our left-coasters
Cause that word in N.Y. would daze
There ain't nothin' free in N.Y.,
Just ask any right coast dork.
Many will come to Play
But I will come to display
Do what you know, and give them a great show.
I'm in my own class, never to become last
No jokes, No Horseplays.
we need no runways
because we created our own freeways
Many will come to play, but I come to display
ladies, I must be seen, because, I'm clean as clean
I'm exhibit number one
here to have some fun
Many will come to slay, ladies Let’s take this day
And do this our way.
Tell the truth if I may
I come to Display