Short Roadside Poems
Short Roadside Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Roadside by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Roadside by length and keyword.
a humble chicory
growing right by the roadside
all covered in dust...
its color still reminds me
of my father’s lovely eyes
the tiniest bird
taking its bath in the dust~
old roadside gravel
August 13, 2022
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A Greek flag torn
Flailing in the warm winds
From the Orthodox dome
Church bells toll
A roadside lizard pauses
By the bins
along the roadside
the melting snow lays in clumps
I breathe in fresh air
walking towards a new Spring
the warm sun beckons me on
Across a roadside that's fertile
Came this reptile and a hurdle
As he hid in his shell
A nice driver did yell
Just cross the road little turtle
faint whimpering in alley.
man's best friend without a friend.
this is infuriating;
abandoned roadside
Seeds scattered to the winds.
Wild flowers randomly grow by the roadside.
Beauty manifests where least expected.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Near the park, I screamed at a big chap—
“Do not pee by the roadside, ape-man!”
oh, because I seen fright,
I peed on a shrub a night.
The shrub —JESUS! —was a drunk man.
Economic curve
Sliding down
Mushroom-like umbrellas
Springing up
Somewhat blocking the street
Drawing crowds
To buy the cheapest
Goods and wares
Without license or tax
along the roadside
unfolded bluebells chiming -
sweetness seem to fall
butterfly bushes
brilliant orange blooms delight
roadside distraction
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Brian Strand's "July" Contest on Poetry Soup
written July 4, 2021
A whistle stop
for the roadside café
pie and sauce
with peas and coke
please
to chase
down the dust
of the red centre
in the heat haze
the slow moving
ghost gums
come to life.
Giant ginger roadside attraction;
Mammoth Morris seeks attention.
05/01/2019
Photo #7
For Crystal Clear Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Heaven scent becomes spring's roadside dressing in lavender allure.
While we, in our wanting way, call it a red bud tree, heart-shaped leaves
with universal appeal discard blossoms to speak of love.
roadside mulberry
nectar attracts butterflies
- there's the goat again
Every human being a is bill board
On each on the roadside of life
Devils advertise vices attractively
Angels teach virtues with humility
Skeptics deny everything outright
God records responses quietly
Crumpled flower by the roadside,
sadly wilted, withered, and dried -
for asking, I beg your pardon:
whilst never cared for in a garden,
were you pretty before you died?
I love you, 'cuz I know you tried.
Roadside stop...
Activity...
Humans go...
Ellip...
Unfinished thoughts or coping from another but not finishing
Ellipical is periods or decimal points placed to show that has happened?
Mercedes may be great
But a mother's back- ride
Can be great and save
A restaurant may be luxurious
But a roadside 's ice- cream
Can be cold and sweet
To me these are some of the
Never to be forgotten love
By the roadside I stand;
a yellow ripe orange,
juicy and mouth watering
beckons me to move near
and have a taste.
It is mission impossible,
but my desires rise up
like waves in Black Sea
every moment i see it
i yearn to halt time
untill corruption decays-
yet it marches on.
still,by the roadside
watching the move,burdened down,
with rot and decay.
dirty stream flows on
pure water hugs the edges
as the proverb says.
at the roadside
solitary flowering weed
vision of loveliness
leaf falling from the tree
does its last dance in the air
then settles to the ground
in the crack in the concrete
the grass pushes upwards
unstoppable life force
At a spot of roadside, shaded
A predator on the prowl
Concealed itself and waited
for prey to run afoul…
Then, madly, with a dash,
It shot out from the thicket;
Nabbed one prey, in a *flash*
And slapped it with a ticket.
Wonder of Spring.
By the roadside, tiny
vibrant, green as the ocean
bushes grow.
I think they are spun by
the sea breeze
and nourished by April’s sun.
Tomorrow morning
they will be gone and be
the air that I breathe.
The wispy tails of clouds die,
the sunlight falling on their backs dies,
the trees on the roadside die,
the creatures die, the vultures
circling overhead die,
you die, I die
the whole world dies.
What remains? Nothing remains.