Transportation Poems - Poems about Transportation

For optimum health, take a bus or train. It's a good plan when it doesn't rain. You'll save money and the environment. Heck, you won't even get in a wreck....

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In a boat you can stay afloat with a goat In a car you can go far and race a star In a bus you can discuss because there are lots of us In a train you can remain and see the rain In a truck you can sit with a duck if you have any luck In a canoe there can be two or just you But on your feet It...

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I rush every morning holding my coffee . I board the bus , checking my phone I want no problems . As mind prepares for hectic hours some daring guy breathes on my ear, questioning me for my IG . beyond upset I say : no way. Another guy at 7’s platform wishes the same , he’s...

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He walked around the showroom the cars were shining bright He told the nearest salesman I do not see a bike They thought he meant motorcycles instead of brand-new cars ...

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Yours is my sacred non-zero soul core center shared within Surrounded by your robust fertile masculine energy Not to exploit and yet not too shy Not too retractive nor extractive, equipoised Anticipating our cooperative re-investing, powerfully ebbing and succulently flowing further enculturating future. So, I do not cheat without you in my most polypathic panentheistic imaged way, Always knowing we must each separately and full-clothed return to yet another Patriarchal White Capitalist dominant LeftBrain academically monoculturally anthro-supremacist Straight Day Our...

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Icy blue water showing through thin ice Train crossing on the bridge high above On silver tracks worn slick with the years, The trestle creaking, boxcars screeching One after another streaks of daylight Blipping through the narrow passages, Housing enormous couplers, air brakes Occasionally squealing cryptic messages Graffiti on the sides with sidewalk crayons Like strange Middle Eastern languages Moving too rapidly to be translated, Steam...

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A train runs Cape Town to Cairo. It will be through here by and by. The route is straight as an arrow, It’s like riding clouds through the sky....

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Some people don't own a car People who cannot walk far They could take a bus Without too much fuss Depends on how agile they are...

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Transportation, Mi sey transportation School transportation, Mi sey transportation. Transportation of schoolers, We can’t ignore Parish Council and T.A. open the door Dem open de door to safe highways Drivers, come mek mi show you de way. PLAN NUMBER ONE, yu must put in place Watch yu speed limit, Or pólice in yu face. But oonu inna hurry, An oonu inna haste Jus...

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I was like hey I can save and fight this pollution I thought this was a good decision but as I started to ride I could not believe my eyes, so much much was going on,yes something is wrong as we pay are fare the real pollution hit the air and your are forced to...

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buses cabs subways how I get around no subways are here so buses will do for six days a week cities subways when I am there cabs cost too much subways are quick hitch hiked some younger days now buses bus fare one way stop...

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To travel near and far, we don’t need a car. There’s some trains underground. A fleet of buses can be found. They are a great sensation. Taking us to our destination. Just get over to the station. TAKE PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION...

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Veil of snow impeding my desire, I trudge in spite of you; I trudge because of you, my legs knee deep in ice. Frigid wind conspiring to obstruct my path, I trudge despite you, I travel through you and my body heat will survive you. Hopelessly wandering the barren ice, seeking a reprise. I am cold, I will surmise; yet I shall overcome the pain to achieve...

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Trapped on an Island An Island made of steel Cages of grating cover me While the mist in the ocean fills Wind pushing it's way forward Leaving me behind Counting down the hours When will it be my time Yelling out loud in the dark But no one can hear my cries Waiting for the sun to show it's face And open up it's beautiful skies Waiting...

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Back in the old West, cattle drives were all they knew Thousands of rough miles, a lot of cattle and a few cowboys Outlaws, bad weather, stampedes and that is went things went right Riding herd 24 hours a day or anything else they had to do It took a long time to get there and a lot of...

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