Stops Poems - Poems about Stops

It Never Stops

	

There’s nothing at all that I’m needing
         and little that I’m wanting,
	no tasks I find too daunting~~
          but the world is bleeding.

The hungry near and far need feeding;
         the homeless

Diesel In The Morning

Daddy drove a truck
I'm a trucker's son
I'll be driving eighteen wheelers
'til my trucking days are done
Momma lives for trucks
looking good under the hood
born in a cab
I have trucking in the blood
and it takes air brakes truck stops
weigh stations too
pedal to the metal
coming on through
fired up wired up shifting gears
running on caffeine
it's music to my ears
I

The bus stops; here'

Hey..' You..Are you heading to the bus stop? Well yes..Oh
Good.' Well i don't mean really good though..' why not? You mean
You have not heard.?? Heard what.? Well theres going to be
A plane coming to your bus stop.!! Are you sure.?? Oh yes..
And if you don't have the right ticket..' Well you won't be
Able to board.'

Till The Music Stops

Learn to Fandango
castanet in your hand
Tambourine calling
 its bells to command

Dance every Tango
before it’s too late
Death in the offing
— the wolf at the gate

(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)

Time Stops for No One but Me

Captured like an old black and white
Raptured from all this plight
I cling onto hemp rope ever so tight
Wicked is the lonely in the night

Longevity ain't what it used to be
I'm still waiting for that scientific breakthrough:
A pill to keep me young and not just to keep me up
At night, the dream dancer awaits my curtsied

Time Stops For No One

Gazing into the mirror, tears streaming down my cheeks. Not understanding what's happening. A child of eight, maybe ten staring back. Why me?

I had chosen to live isolated from humanity, deep in the Appalachian mountains. Society had become too corrupt. I trusted no one. My friends, all gone. My family disowned me - a freak,

Time Stops For No One

Someone stuck in the tunnel  
dug in the desolate desert of deprivation,
doesn’t know what conceived in notion 
constitutes the rationale of the thing
people of perception define 
as the art of living, etched by elusive mirage,
in the free ambit of lively sunshine,
flooding the oasis of sanguinity.

Survival struggle pushes desperately 
the languished life into the dark

Time Stops for No One

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*“We never can just stop time. Or take moments back. Life doesn't work that way, does it?” Christine Feehan
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      Time Stops for No One

Relentless is the march of time*
It flits on and on without respite,
For none does it stop for a while
Like earth

What to Do If A Friend Stops Reading You

What a fool, you were, taken for a ride!
It’s a lesson to learn, protect your own hide.

They had great a time, using your emotions.
Grow up, make absolutely no commotions.

God has a new friend, already on their way.
Stop snivelling, get on your knees and pray!

So, if they did this to you, smile, you are blessed.
A friend

In a corner of thought, where time stops to catch its breath

In a corner of thought, where time stops to catch its breath,
I felt how your dreamlike touch envelops my being,
Coming from a world where reality is woven with threads of light,
Where stars are sisters and the moon is an old friend, whispering secrets to you.
You descended, an unearthly miracle, like a ray slipping through the

Traffic Safety

Leaving your family at home,		
Having no sleep…. you roam!		
Know your speed and signs;
Invaluable are people’s spines!	
Be attentive at turns and stops;
Avoid needless entry of cops!

the clock never stops

The clock never stops
Car crashes happen
Babies are born
People fall in love and die in hospitals
Grandparents divorce each other
The world keeps going
Through sorrow and suffering
The clock never stops

Starts and stops

Whatever

Seems to happen

Happens emptily..

Empty expressions of

Starts and stops..

The starts and stops

Tell the stories

Of longing and 

Discovery arising 

Spontaneously...

The Cricket Stops

Hollow people masquerade 
Down lonesome roads full of rock and bones
Never finding what they don’t know
they’re searching for…
Under the silent moon the cricket stops
Leaving the table too soon
The blood drops
Hollow people start to fade
Reality drifts farther away
Burning desires- sparks ignite fires
Wayward traveler moving on
Tried to say goodbye, but I’m already gone

When love stops

Leave
before 
love turns sad
in the same bed.
Differently dreams
don't move old beats 
when love stops
feelings 
in.

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