Short Tarmac Poems

You argue with me,
Your trees are damaging
Our lovely tarmac....

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Earthen
~~~~~~~
Taken from itself
Returned as a thing anew
Concrete, rock, tarmac...

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sun, ripe citrus fruit
sapphire sky flecked with white clouds~
tarmac road steaming...

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like a round brass gong
afternoon sun burns in sky~
tarmac road steaming

dry leaves swirl around
canals and pools lie distraught~
lands yawn, mouths open...

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sun, ripe citrus fruit
sapphire sky flecked with white clouds
tarmac road steaming

June.26.2022

Summer Nature Themed 
Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin...

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Long ago, once we were teens,
We all read "Mad" magazines,
Now we read of Peter Fonda passing,
Down the tarmac ever blasting,
Always in a "Sleazy Rider" cartoon,
Forever young, a classic lampoon!...

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There once was a man who'd hack
Just so he could keep track
Of one he adored
But couldn't afford,
If she broke through his tarmac!

Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2018-04-21 15:44:00 (EDT)
All right reserved....

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I’m weakened by the hazy heat,
But locals bustle in the street,
And all around me lively talk.

The tarmac melting as I walk,
I see the artefacts of Rome -
And guess it’s pouring down at home.

For Deb’s Summer in the City contest...

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Drifting like snowflakes, petals sift through air. White bubbles float down, 
skip over stark, black tarmac surface, blown by breezes into piles, form 
snowdrifts against sidewalks; pear trees green up, shed white coats of spring....

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Icily cold the fingertips
of raindrops raise goose bumps
steam rises from the hot tarmac
as rainbow oil streaks spread
a colorful display of pollution
oozes through the crosswalk

©5/28/2021

Bite Size Poem 3 Poetry Contest...

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I lay down candles in the rain
knowing they won't light
someday the sun will shine again
and all the wicks will dry
then I'll light them one by one
make a tarmac in the dark
so you can find your way to me
this runway to my heart...

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I haven't built a house.
Nor spread tarmac onto roads.
I have not shot a brace of grouse.
Or planting veg in rows.

I am sitting on a comfy chair,
Which my old body embraces.
I become exhausted,
When bending down to tie my shoelaces....

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Road rumbles
through  wind roaring leaves
Shod hooves tap rhythm
On tarmac drum skin
Fresh washed  and dried 
in Summer rain and sun
A catbird and wren
Compete for center stage
As bush and branch
Sway in the waltzing wind’s
Life scented wetness...

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One leaf curled and hunched 
hesitatingly crawls up the centre 
of the sun lit country road. 
The rest cling to the tarmac 
watching. 

I look at this world as it is 
and see what could be 
and once again utter 
words uselessly. 
conscience 
....... driven...

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The wind is break dancing with the trees.
beating a rapper’s song.
Limbs flail on the tarmac.
Rain flies like sweat from corn rows
across the expanse of asphalt.
A barrage precipitates
against the window pane
with the rata-tat-tat
of a machine gun’s bullets
as the front passes....

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Last glimpse of Davao
Seen underneath the plane wing
Before its sun down.

Last time glued with you
Wearing those lovely smile
Is viewed from tarmac.

Last time I kiss you
My knees shaking terribly
As we said goodbye.

Last seen your photo
Tired tears rolling down my cheeks
As I feel asleep....

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Ripped apart a shadow
as the shreds
passed through my idle fingers
They turned to blackened wine
dripping on the tortured
tarmac
Its gentle mewing
whispered
is the abyss
ever empty
but nothing was there to answer
echoes arguing who came first
and the darkness insatiable thirst
betrayed by the light...

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Rimmed with red,
the sky emerges
from an alcoholic haze,
collapses on the shoulder of a hill.

As thin-lipped
as the letter box,
I brush a broken bottle
from the driveway:

shards of glass
that tinkle on the tarmac,
sharp as laughter
in an empty room.


First published in Bravado, New Zealand
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do you want some fun 
in a parked out car
or a video chat one on one

maybe a song
maybe several
maybe a kiss
life should be gentle

but its often not
it often gets hot
and your shoes start to melt
into the tarmac 

when that happens
don't tread on your tippy-toes
just call my number
and ill carry you home...

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Last night the dream was this
We were more solid than possible
we sensed the huge solid planet beneath us shake us
we were falling hard
And someone said
The universe is being destroyed.
As i walk along the pavement 
The ground is a kind of wavy tarmac
And my legs threaten to buckle.
Soon,my children
Sooon...........

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When the early mist
rolls down the Inntal
              and tired rain
              hits the early windows

and speaks in a broken voice,
splashes like tyres on tarmac

your small engine of breath
stretches under trapped linen
              you are closed
              and distant.

Late Autumn. Time for frost....

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The warmth of Nairobi in January is gone now.
Here it's cold and drizzly, a savannah 
of tarmac and metal jumbos before me.  
My natural rhythms have given way
to this soaring erratic chase of the sun.
But I return to warmth—the desert heat
of southern Arizona, and the ardent glow
of my heart when I hold you in my arms....

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The tantalizing housemaid
comes in swinging her waist,
to serve me breakfast.
But it is not the meal
she wants me to eat!
It is not the service she renders!
The frog in me frog-jumped
and my heart fled as a coward
to where I dig with pens
leaving breakfast stranded
as a pool of water in pot-hole
in the middle of a tarmac road....

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Conflicting thoughts in my head,
None escape; left unsaid.
It rips through my organs,
Like tree roots under tarmac,
It's anchored down deep,
forcing cracks on the surface.

Those opportunistic storms,
Further weaken defences,
Cracks widen, highways crumble,
From the core, I implode.
Conflicting thoughts in my head
and more tears still to shed....

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Tarmac erupts, pushed
by such a force
that the crust splits
to reveal life unfurling.
How could such fragile leaves
exert such power?
A surface rolled hard 
by the work of men
to make a path
has been defied.
The dandelions raise
as a green flag
their leaves,
the sign of nature's strength
soon to celebrate in gold,
all a buzz....

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