Short Stoplights Poems

Short Stoplights Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Stoplights by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Stoplights by length and keyword.


Premium Member Dangerous Games

Because of all the lunies on the superhighways My son's decided to take a leisurely drive on the byways Many more stoplights But safer, less fights Bout who cuts off who, dangerous games are played
Form: Limerick


Premium Member No Stoplights in Space

Shout at the sun
Blind eye the moon
Then shatter the stars

Go out for fun
Shine like the moon
Then chatter in bars

Drink from the sun
Blind to the moon
Then splatter in cars

Slink round the sun
Fly past the moon
Then scatter on mars
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Five-Thirty Am Cityscape

Lights dawning
Sleepyheads yawning
Babies crying
Mothers sighing

Coffee pouring
Busses roaring
Winds shifting
Debris drifting

Laborers hurrying
Rats scurrying
Teen-agers snoring
Alarm clocks ignoring

Stoplights blinking
Drivers unthinking
Airplanes arriving
Passengers surviving  

Tender hearts
Works of art
Lovers part 
A new day starts
Form: Rhyme

Interplay

The rain-soaked road is deeply black
and shiny, like it's been shellacked,
the stoplights yellow, green and red
reflected, streaks of color bled.

Blindly, cars go flying by,
the beauty lost on jaded eyes,
this scene, it takes my breath away,
the light and water's interplay.

Each edge is sharp, each hue intense,
my heightened senses seem immense,
I wonder if my sight's so clear
because the end is drawing near.


©Danielle White
Form: Rhyme

Way Back Home

On my way back home, I thought of you. Your face flashed in an instant. I heard whispers of your voice, so gentle I wanted to listen more. And then I felt how you vellicate my face, my neck. Your hand had its own brain it managed to go more downward. Your name flaunted like street signs, your eyes shimmered like stoplights.  

I thought of you on my way back home. But you were never my home, and I was never your possessor. And now, I forgot the directions.
Form: Prose


Small Town

She grew up just 20 minutes southwest of Tulsa..
In a small town with 2 stoplights and a Tastee Freeze...
Everyone gathered at the First Baptist Church every Sunday morning...
Remember, if you haven't got anything good to say about somebody...
Please come and sit by me...
The years passed quickly and she couldn't wait to leave that town behind..
It's funny how time always brings you back to the Tastee Freeze and a
Root Beer float....
In a small town....
Form: Lyric

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