Traffic Poems - Poems about Traffic

...The day has finally break and the market is taking shape the traders are busy, everyone is in a hurry, office workers are on the go they cannot afford to miss the early morning show; coffee in one ha......Read the rest...

...Life as a River of Poems As the poems flow in thousands, you realize that you have created very little in the grand tapestry of existence. Everything distills into rain, sunlight, the relentless ......Read the rest...

... at last the traffic comes to a halt... a quarter moon peeps between hilltops while a lingering ache stings my flesh in hours moist with mid-dusk 's need for quiet reverie: I unzip ......Read the rest...

...I lay silently in the night Wondering what is transpiring on the other side; the consistent Rambling of the traffic above me Shakes the ceiling and everything that lies within The traffic kept ......Read the rest...

...I sat in a moment in TIME to Figure the hours I watched The traffic from my window to Determine the ways of the world I will next watch the ROARING OCEAN and BE AMAZED at the Commotion I ......Read the rest...

...headlights display kids playing in traffic happy features G then R......Read the rest...

...Eye of the storm By Michelle Morris 06/07/2024 In the stillness of my being I feel like the eye of the storm It is quiet and calm within me Whilst I'm surrounded by noise and forms There......Read the rest...

...The dryer hums, and my clothes are drying. It rained earlier, but now the sun is peering through clouds. As I awaken, the morning is still. I sit at a table in the front room and it creaks. Wh......Read the rest...

...Plagued by incandescent ferments I grapple zealously, with tower blocks of titan topsoil myriads, and melange of eccentric foibles, considered by some to be a minus, but without this composite......Read the rest...

...Russia among us Dagestan must not be confused with Londonstan  where Islamists stop traffic to pray in the streets  trying to alter the British way of life, they fled from when living in Pakist......Read the rest...

...Have you ever seen a summer eve's full moon through a tree? Sitting on bricks in the warmth of a night that is somewhat cloudy; Peace with no traffic as you moongaze solitarily.......Read the rest...

...Sitting, knees bumping, fingers tapping waiting for the Great Wall of China to move. An angelic rift wafts over the stereo, calming the boiling rage bottling up in the gut for a few more minutes......Read the rest...

...Where the grass is green The air clear and fresh We find ourselves Back where we belong In nature's embrace With birdsong, wildflowers And trees of various hues Choked with fumes Amid fac......Read the rest...

...The Woman Who Could Change Colour Morning, noon, and night she could change colour though with remorse. Did that mean she was special or just have really bad luck? Well, the latter of course! ......Read the rest...

...Is my notepad a blank space, canvass or image-ridden spot, thoughts of aqua bead elation, mesmerise beyond the fence, they jump gaudy traffic lights, but runaway relish cuts wild shape, when fa......Read the rest...