Bus Poems

Bus poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of bus poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on bus are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

The Bus

The Bus short poem

At times when the heart darts out before the words, And love spills over before dames all svelte and amused, By swooning to songs that blared ever so loud on the ears That even she could hear, Standing next to

The Angel that missed the last bus into town

The Angel that missed the last bus into town long poem

The angel had missed the last bus into town Her wings were all rain wet and she felt so down Until in a shop doorway a Saint sheltered there While he whistled a psalm and he sang the Lords Prayer,

Bus Rides And Ordeals

Bus Rides And Ordeals prose poem

BUS RiDES AND ORDEALS It’s the long rides from the small towns to the city. The mesmerizing sceneries of the trip taking the bus on the uneven roads, Sometimes,unpaved with no asphalt and the road lay carpeted with small rocks

Last Bus To Lagos

Last Bus To Lagos long poem

Crashing lives Flashing lights Living rights Leaving by night I am coming straight from the pages like your favorite author I am coming alive a sculpture from the hands of your favorite sculptor People asking for things that are impossible

To The Baby On The Bus…

To The Baby On The Bus... long poem

Yes, you there, two seats in front. I see and hear you there, kicking, screaming, Determined to give your mother hell, Though you don’t know you are. You don’t know what you’re doing. All of us are born conservative that

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Destroyed By Madness

Destroyed By Madness long poem

You’re inside a reality as dripped by Jackson Pollack everything guided, everything only seeming accidental. Straight lines eaten by curves and color as a sense of inevitability. Somehow it turns out as thousands of interlocking narratives, never a single start

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Pura Vida 2012 For Michaela And The Peace Corps

Pura Vida 2012 For Michaela And The Peace Corps prose poem

Running, running through the crowded San Isidro de El General town square, awash in punishing heat and light, and you just miss your bus, the only bus home, now 55 Kilometers stare you in the face. You buy a torta,

Dying Moments

Dying Moments long poem

I suddenly fell ill & got into a semi conscious state My wife gets panicky and rushes me to the hospital Doctors put me straight into I C U I faintly hear Doctors whispering this as a hopeless case I

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The Damaged Heart

The Damaged Heart short poem

What shall I do? However hard I try, her memory of bygone days, I am unable to erase. The truth is that the mark she has left on my heart has now melted and formed a hole. Though I continue

A Mouse’s Tail

A Mouses Tail long poem

But it’s not my fault Cried the mouse in dismay I though I knew where I was But appear to have lost my way Sat at the foot of my bed With his hands under his head He tried through

Angel Of The Solitudes

Angel Of The Solitudes prose poem

She exists in the body, a visual myth Materializing out of stone A solitary figure carefully etched Into the mind’s eye, breathing Brooding, testing the air for its secrets Tasting the wind for things to come She is to my

A Woman’s Fear

A Womans Fear long poem

Deathly silence enveloped the vicinity As tears welled in every eye Stirred every heart,soul and mind That photograph and that beautiful face Thrown out of existence By inexplicable desire and malevolence Now cast a ghostly radiance In the light of

I Wished I Were Home

I Wished I Were Home ballad

Some say I’m being melodramatic. From the outside my life looks fantastic. I’ve travelled the entire globe. Sang for people who didn’t know. I wished I were home. Not performing in a band, But living life on my own ‘N

Suffer For Your Art

Suffer For Your Art short poem

The poet is drunk his kisses taste like juniper crushed seashells fall from his socks it must be early Sunday morning pastors dreaming about goldfish pavement caresses like a cheese grater weak knees pray the inspiration dead or at least

A Story About Me

A Story About Me prose poem

This is me. What do I look like? Well…I look a bit like this: Tall, slim, longish hair… But what colour is my hair? Blond? Brown? Bubblegum pink? And how does my story go? Well…it goes something like this: You

Turn Your Days Into Poems

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Imagine a day filled with poetry! A poem that wakes you up by planting a soft kiss on your forehead, another one that sits by your side when you are sipping that perfect cup of coffee. A poem having breakfast

City Spring Night

City Spring Night long poem

Tonight a fresh spring breeze flows into my window. Listening to all the sounds in this city. There are so many. Cars with engines roaring, racing up and down this city street. Ambulance sirens with fire trucks screeching and; hollering

Poet’s Instinct

Poets Instinct long poem

I had a chance meeting with a quiet fellow No, we did not meet Didn’t even share a breath Unsure if it was male, female or hermaphrodite Still it was unlooked for Rising in a predawn hour, ready for the

A Busy Woman’s Mess

A  Busy  Womans  Mess short poem

She is every time busy making everything a mess seeking to be fussy raking up her guess runs to the bus-stop with an urge to catch the bus. but she starts to weep when she loses her purse looks around

When I Saw The Last Time

When I Saw The Last Time prose poem

I was holding my child and whispering Papa this time will get the blue angel dress she laughed and said guguggug… I woke as the bus stopped suddenly the acrid tyre smell hit my nostrils still sleepy was tapped and

Middle Class Blues

Middle Class Blues short poem

Waking to dark An eel slithering Stand at bed’s end Quiet as a mote Not even a ripple In someone’s dream Washing, sleep dripping Pooling at the ankles Cold towel and foggy Mirror the radiator Reveille not yet begun Dressing

Lessons For The Evening

Lessons For The Evening long poem

Good evening, class. Tonight we will discuss the urban environment of American cities, the neighborhoods, hoods & enclaves Of a collection of people, some who step carefully over glass- covered sidewalks & play in Needle-filled parks, who avoid the homeless

Her

Her prose poem

You want the girl that wears pretty flowing dresses and floral Vans. Not the girl who wears mismatched brightly coloured trainers With odd socks and jumpers that would be more suited a boy on the Nickelodeon channel in 1996. You

All in One

All in One short poem

Little Jenny woke up and rushed to her granny. Granny sat by the window, gazing through ‘the window’ she held, Jenny gave her granny a peck and ran to her mama, Busy as ever, packing her darling’s lunch in ‘that

Catalytic Apparition

Catalytic Apparition short poem

There was a man stepping off the curb forward progress drawing him into line the city bus intent on cheating the amber light I saw oblivion coming, certain then in the next moment revolved around a crash stop, no squeal

I Want A Tuesday Kind Of Love

I Want A Tuesday Kind Of Love prose poem

I want a Tuesday kind of love. The sort of thing that involves little dreaming and scheming; the sort of thing that comes paired with too-strong coffee and too-loud songbirds and the drone of the news at 6 a.m. or

The Nightingale On Number Four

The Nightingale On Number Four short poem

Four snatch me in the morning, To the land of the booming And returns in the evening, To where it found me. In between the journey Had I seen my beloved! That; on seeing her I lost, My consciousness a

Poetry

Poetry long poem

Sometimes I feel Isolated. I hate it F is all I see when my papers are graded. I sit in the back of the bus and class faded. I have this mind that is painted on a canvas. There’s still

Summer

Summer prose poem

With sticks and stones, to pass our time, we roamed the countryside. Like our mouths, the earth was dry. The sun poured down on our joy ride. Summer holidays always bruised my ankles and my knees. Once it gave me

Oblivion

Oblivion long poem

This face that I lift in my palms so carefully, as if it is grains of sand, shall someday slip through my fingers, as if it is grains of sand. but, for a moment, let me forget. this face that

A Girl’s Stride Along The Masculine Road

A Girls Stride Along The Masculine Road long poem

All braced to face the day, The diurnal engine ignited, Gently revving up, Barging into the quietude Of the colony, With a daily prayer escaping His mumbling lips, As he steered mildly Into the road, To see a car pulled

Stranger- I Am

Stranger  I Am long poem

Standing down the pale grey sky on a dark road lonely bus stand and night of hot june , where dark is the only soul to talk , and millions of odd dust cleansing your feet . Not only feet

High School Remembered

High School Remembered long poem

We were marbles in a concave pan different sizes different trajectories congregating in clumps and caravans until the formation shattered we slid to the edge or the center almost unable to control ourselves but certainly in a hurry motivations and

A Little Mechanic…

A Little Mechanic... short poem

In his tiny eyes, I saw a little glance of life, His innocent face reflects his poverty, As he was facing a great storm in himself, His gloomy voice telling me a legend of his broken dreams, He was too

सफ़र की डगर

सफ़र की डगर kavita

सफ़र की डगर पर न जाने किधर से, मुलाकात हुई फिर आज उनसे जिनसे हुई थी मुलाकात कभी, चलती बस के सफ़र मेँ देखा था जिनको तब, आशा भरी नज़रों से पुन: मिलने की उम्मीद लिए, दफ़ना दिया था उन

Beyond Their Virtue

Beyond Their Virtue short poem

It was the day , when I saw the marginalized attired brains and the barbarity of the Indian society . I was sitting on a seat , when he climbed up the bus , a young man , around his

Our Room

Our Room prose poem

Pondering yonder sitting alone in littered room, stuff piled as if to hide our despair in stains on the carpet. the night we got so drunk spilling red wine on the floor like the blood that ran from my knuckles

Have You Visited Your Brother In Need ?

Have You Visited Your Brother In Need ? long poem

Though barely clad, He was fully attired With chocolates of mud, Which even pasted A leg-burrow Of a small Walking scarecrow, What a sorrow! A sore -eyed And malnourished child That developed A leg bandy ’cause buckling from A Have

Four Shifts Of A Childhood

Four Shifts Of A Childhood prose poem

Never saw the face of my begetter And will never know who is my mother I am a childhood of seven years old Who wanders from one road to another road From one street to another street Now all streets

Newspaper Distribution

Newspaper Distribution short poem

By mid month I won’t even tell them that this is is last month’s issue The election calendar has not changed since then Prioritize our distribution with a few hundred a couple hundred more to develop the readership on the

Black Knights

Black Knights short poem

Standing in the middle of the sun, trying to stop the time, waiting long near the bus stops, just in need of one bite. We dont have choice between work or study, as we are the children who sit beside

Leaving Mini Lhasa* Behind

Leaving Mini Lhasa* Behind short poem

Today, after four months I am leaving you for two months Not because I am bored with you But for an endeavor of maddening essence You offered me the ideal of all bliss Starting with the romantic weather of the

The Ginger Bread

The Ginger Bread long poem

Cold morning, eleven it was before the Christmas Eve, I picked my bag and wallet, To buy some Christmas gifts, Checklist, bucket list, lists in hand I had, Smile in heart that reflected in my eyes. Warm I was feeling