Short Passenger Poems
Short Passenger Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Passenger by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Passenger by length and keyword.
harley beside me
sound of sleep
cranky passenger
MagiCicada13
*Harley Davidson Motorcycle
To great unknown journey
I travel without equipment
ephemeral but not fleeting passenger...
Definitely coming...
A vulture boarded
A jumbo jet
Carrying two dead
Marmoset
The stewardess said
"I'm sorry sir,
Only one carrion
Per passenger"
Form:
Stomping
Stomping
Stomping
Stop,
Please
No control,
Vehicle lurches
But I’m just a
Passenger on this
Road of life
sea is turbulently stormy this darkened night
eyes watch in awe, wonder and fright
anchor secured holds passenger ship tight ~
For sure she didn’t need to take a ride
but flew with strong wings in flocks
that would darken the sun
into a hail of lead.
Now she’s past.
A woman was raped on the train
But no passenger would complain!
They enjoyed the assault
And could not be at fault
For girls are born to entertain!
butterball turkey buzzed one day
five whole bustops outside L A
passenger lenny
says good thing henny
you're featured in todays buffet.
I got here somewhat quickly,
briskly here I lived...
I don't even realize if I'm
still here... or slipped away
in a first class train
third class passenger travels
due respect's not tuned
Sea, my sea,
I realize when
you made yourself
cold ocean,
my love that was
Titanic passenger,
it was strong, but
was shipwrecked,
it was on board
in this agony...!
Happy birthday, dear Josephine,
The traveler hires the driver;
Riding in a black limousine
Brings much thrill to the passenger.
Topic: Birthday of Josephine G. Morales (March 19)
Asked a passenger to move over please
There's room for one more if we all just squeeze
We'd get more acquainted
If we lose some weighty
Sitting here in our over-tight jeans
Asked a passenger to move over please
There's room for one more if we all just squeeze
We'd get better acquainted
If we'd all lose some weight
Sitting here in our over-tight jeans
Have you ever thought
As you look up in the sky
And see a little aeroplane
Go slowly floating by
Then on your face
You feel a little rain
It was probably a passenger
Who went and pulled the chain
is it love,
asked the passenger to the driver,
that brings a cloud and a mountain together?
was it the kiss in reply,
asked one cop to another,
that caused the crash
on that foggy morning in December?
We sat beside each other
Wondering about the other
Looked at your hand
There was no ring
Looked at my face
There was a grin
I proposed, you disposed
We both looked the other side
You composed, I decomposed.
The airline passenger loved to complain
Whenever it rained, he’d try to deplane
Pilot said, “Go ahead
You’re better off dead
Plane’s thirty-thousand miles up, you bird-brain”
from the passenger seat
she watches life
sliding past out her window.
so many u-turns
so many deadends
going the ‘long way’
driving the ‘wrong way’
and never quite ever
reaching her destination.
Wish I could spend out my life
A passenger in your car
Out running the politics that falls
between the blur of the trees
Sleeping every night to the rhythms
Of roads passing upon maps
Comforted by your sturdy hands
Placed safely at the wheel
Form:
Hanging from a rope
The Reaper said
Are you Dead
To no reply
Another 1 bite's the dust
And I was a passenger
Why could you not wait to meet me ??
Why were you not in fear of me ??
Why have you left so many unanswered questions? ?
Life, your eventual journey
Nature, the authoritative guide
Memories, your self written story
All - in harmony, side by side
Experiences, as you rise - and fall
In all, you gain courage
In all, you gain strength
You - the passenger, embracing it all
without anchor all ships
sail and without passenger
no captain exists to guide
the dispossessed. Only remains
of Peaceful Assembly can
be glimpsed in the association
of favoritism. A favoritism
of familiarity deflecting contempt
by means of ineptitude.
Dear Passenger
Dear “Passenger Under The Train”,
Tell me, how did you get that way ?
You were a person before you travelled,
Not even a corpse now, you are bedevilled;
A passenger, to where, nobody knows,
But to the Underground, there another one goes.
On this day in ‘58
the passenger door opened
on a little red corvette
as doves flew overhead
His Majesty stepped out
in platform heels, and booty-
less pants, licked his fingers and summoned a Revolution,
the beginning of his Purple Reign
Bill Marable
6/7/21