Short Pavements Poems
Short Pavements Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pavements by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pavements by length and keyword.
on a narrow road,
pavements are gracious footnotes
welcoming vendors.
they're buffers from wailing horns,
kindly margins of comfort.
Why people pay to skate
Seems quite insane to me;
They pay to slip and fall,
When pavements are for free.
For Paula's Voice of Reason contest
Sunday Morning
silent rain fell at night
damp road
brown puddles
on pavements
mist hides tree tops
a miracle
sun breaks through
the last gasp
tall men overshadow the small men
in great sadness we all fall down
joy abounds from the inside of hearts and souls
tears fall like stars
onto the cracked pavements of old
icy white frosting
glistens on my once green grass ...
winter has arrived
slippery pavements
must be careful when walking...
sister Susie falls
11/18/19
April winds whip up the air
Making people
Grimly clutch their jackets tight
Heads down, hands on hats
As pear blossoms
Dance and swirl
In eddies and whirlpools
Across pavements
In delight.
(4/14/26)
Rain
Dark clouds
Ink black sky
Stormy weather
A rainstorm always makes me feel happy
Hate the glare reflected on wet pavements
When the rain stops
Hurts my eyes
Makes me
Frown
Jack Horne for Michael’s Smiles and Frowns
Red leaves on pavements drop
Poppy petals from a tree;
Lives remembered once a year!
Forfeits for thee and me.
Spring blossom on pavements drop--
White petal from a tree;
A death recalled just once a year!
In place of me and thee.
Exhilaration!
Feet pounding windswept pavements
people thrilled to run.
Red butterflies in tandem-
Invigorated heartbeats.
Day to satin night
on every viable route
energetic youth!
Pretty, fleeting scenery
like rosy days going by.
A night heron rises unto the dark sky
Wild geraniums overwhelm my senses
Rush fire into and through my veins...
Heart beats are set aflutter
By the toe beats of your clogs
As your clogs echo over
The pavements in dark recesses of my memories
Form:
Within a fecundity of fatuity
Squandered were all endeavors
Fazed I eluded
Unequivocal passion was sought
Yet still squandered were all endeavors
Candid without knowledge
Lacerated and forsaken
Forlorn I languished
Betwixt the vacuous cracks
Of black and white pavements
The beer cans are almost esoteric
Banging down the trash shaft
As boots slide over dog`s pavements;
Tunnels clatter with horseshoes
And piss, an estate with no state;
A simian face against a growler;
I`m sorry for the sorry, skins,
But my stomach turns with Angst.
The spires take a patchwork of blonds,
The pavements, a not-so-shiny copper,
To the harbour go a few drops of bronze,
Even clouds get but a listless amber,
Though when long day is growing old,
The sun, parting, never forgets to rain
On you, on no other, a splurge of gold.
Its Raining…
God’s Cleansing Tool
Cloud-Concerto… How Cool !
Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools
On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools…
who, don’t have Sense enough, to get out of the Rain…
… I think I’ll go Join Them… Again
Amen
Winter brought
Rain and snow
Frost and fog
Slippy pavements
And icy water
A cold hand
For the labourer
And windy squalls
To shake trees
Lightning and torrents
Falling from the sky
And also a time of peaceful rest
In nature's closed eye.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 1989.
Life can be so much like a see-saw
one minute it’s down, then it’s up
then so still
empty
some people sit at the high end
looking at the world from the top
others so weighed down
wish for the other end
Dreaming, feet always
on the ground, pounding pavements
where it’s always
so real
so concrete, cemented
too real
Karlovy Vary
(Czech Republic)
The thoughts of the town
sing their songs.
Under the colonnades
light of the past
is breaking forth.
Cobbled pavements
-clear–
blend with
the presence.
Over old roofs
lingers musik
from Dvorak Park,
with tiny steps
a new time
is moving on.
Form:
soaring temperature
rising heat embedded streets
rising gist gust hot
~
pavements softens cracks
waves fervent solace
just plain brutally hot
~
Of early dawn and
late day, the clouds to winds gives
us calm from the heat
8/30/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
To remove all obstacles
Street and traffic lights
And urban trees from
Pavements of busy feet,
When the human race
Have eyes only for you.
Or one could argue
When mind and savvy
In overdrive
Without direction,
A foolish reaction
When falling over
The out stretched leg
Of the homeless.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
September evening.
late September, the eve
is hot and windless
to warm for walking
as darkness descends
dust on pavements and
fallen leaves bear witness
to nature's tiredness
the local shop saves light
ashen faces
optimistic summer tan
does not last long
a folded plastic bag
four bottles of beer, please
and crisp
The crisp blue sky, clouds as white as snow.
The leafs no more, a little red robin perched on a branch.
It's cold outside
I freeze
I freeze
it's cold outside bring me into the warm.
Icy pavements, frosted cars
the sunshine threw is it deceiving me?
It's cold outside
I freeze
I freeze
it's cold outside bring me into the warm.
Form:
That face
In the sea of humanity,
Like the poppy
In a bed of pansies
Strikes out
With its red
And the stigma
Protrudes black.
The bobcut of her hair,
Neat and clean
As they come;
Quarrelling with the ears
At each nod or turn.
Those eyes throwing glances,
On the pavements she stands;
Waiting for the bus.
And then
She rides away.
In the evenings
I still wait for you on the right side of the bed
Like as single bird
Perched high on a telephone wire
Stark, Scowls of feathers
Ruffled against a charcoal and disappointed sky
I carved a groove
In the way sounds pulse in wet traffic
Vibrating winter pavements
Yet even in my restless heart
I am something close to warm
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a long time ago
mother earth was beauty aglow
near our niger’s banks as top trees
were plain jungle pavements
for jumping squirrels & monkeys
on a long quest for merriments –
yea! at such a time
at the beginning of all time
lived an old graceful tortoise
amdst many a dinta, the hunter –
& slow to speak like the wise
nwaoporocha was his father;
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paper boats launched on pavements~
laughter sails away