Windscreen Poems - Poems about Windscreen

... A scything rain crops the high reeds. Never saw the storm coming, too busy rowing my mind through its own river. The ducks and herons have all gone they have not flown away, they ha......

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...The morning slaps me awake with a frozen windscreen, keys in hand, scraping frost like I’m chiselling through someone else’s mistakes. My breath hangs in the air, a ghost of myself mocking the......

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... October Rain Is it simply a case of precipitation, moist warm air condensation or are they God’s tears showering us with love, as rain washes away our sorrows, in the hope of bright......

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...Life is a short drive, though the ways be long. A journey twists and turns before it can be made straight. He drove many cars, most had six windows. in each window a girl, or woman peered in......

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...I said I ain't been on no bike He said, 'Well, there it is.' Premature baldness and popcorn muscles I told him I got a B in History He said, 'What a life you're gonna have.' This is what I'm......

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... He hears again the far-off jiggling of keys, the throaty cough of ignition, recalls strafing lights on a night-blurred road. Moths, like pale flowers, crash against the windscreen. Over-re......

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...I remain, he surmised, the possibility of outcomes, I am, he collected, but particles upon their way like a snowstorm towards a windscreen, I wait to be a final measurement, and yet, to all miscr......

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...Maybe a thousand people are in a room, two rooms away, all popping bubble wrap with thousands more waiting outside ready to take their place Or a deathly hand slowly turning a dial throug......

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...I was born and raised in a little town by the name of Calder That was just twenty miles south of the Canadian border As a boy I enjoyed going to school and was doing really well Mom sang my pr......

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... "The Crow Bar" she said, here I bury my dead, you can hear them sleeping somnulent forget-me-nots, snoring blithely unaware, in neat rows between the thick, ink injec......

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...The veins pump blood to the heart like an engine’s turbine. The brain controls the body like a steering wheel. The eyes see the view like on a windscreen. The joints move the body like wheels. Bo......

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...Inevitably places have changed, where I was born looks like an alien city to me, it's now a tourist trap for indigenous aliens. The world was younger back then. people were more dangerous yet muc......

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... "Vibrationary Roadkill High Beam " You look at a screen, it’s like you’re driving you know, full speed, there you are planted firmly behind the wheel, the wind......

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...It has been my observation While in the northbound traffic queue That roading companies impose Nonsense rules to make you stew The first and most important rule For Health and Safety regulatio......

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...Due to his callous disregard, he divided her intent Wanting to be loved was rapidly replaced With needing to be nurtured Windscreen scorch, midday duco seared her p......

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