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.
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...
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Categories:
stoplights, travel,
Form:
Limerick
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...
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Categories:
stoplights, city, life, love, morning,
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...
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Categories:
stoplights, death, introspection, urban, visionary
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....
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Categories:
stoplights, art, feelings, for her, home, life, lost,
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.......
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Categories:
stoplights, growing up,
Form:
Lyric