Traffic Poems

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

Traffic

Traffic short poem

To be at peace, once to be a solitary traveller, once my desire to be true, I pray daily. But as I pave my way through the bustling streets, I stop to think, Is the whole of B’lore here ?

Traffic Terrfic

Traffic Terrfic short poem

I leave the house in a hurry Hope will be in time to avoid Boss’ fury I shudder to hear “Late again ? you dirty Start the Car in a jiffy Cover little distance freely Apply brake suddenly Traffic has

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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

Road- Block

Road  Block long poem

Heaps of vehicles huddled together on the road Like a swarm of flies sitting on Jaggery to taste it People inside the vehicles are drenched in profused sweat Like frozen milk pockets as they are out of the Fridge. A

Poems containing references to : Traffic

What Are We

What Are We short poem

We clear up lands of forest primeval Only to plant new ones for survival; Leaders scheme to modernize their nation Others hold back, crying conservation; Settlers would get land appropriations While natives move into reservations; We dig canals, but cover

Midnight On A Saturday Morning

Midnight On A Saturday Morning prose poem

Just past 7:00 AM on an early and sunny Saturday morning, I walked out my back door and onto the open patio In a very short while, I saw the beauty of the day slowly unfold A lovely June morning

Tenerife

Tenerife short poem

Two lovers by the ragged strand once trod the sooty sand; slender maid with raven hair, fisher boy of bronze; the dazzling sun a gold doubloon, the moon a silver coin. From rocks, ink-black as witches’ cats, they saw the

The Occasional Traveler

The Occasional Traveler short poem

This is a poem of male roads. It starts with an ordinary road made up of daily traffic plus the occasional traveler impulsively joining the regulars. Unlike them he cannot calculate whether or not it is worth such risk. The

Aims And Ambitions Of A Beggar

Aims And Ambitions Of A Beggar long poem

With endless poverty gleaming in their eyes, Dreams, desires and will to live; Everything has faded to get fled, In a beggar; a living dead, A zombie on the streets. With an affirmative urge in hesitation, Cohesively willing to die

Cosmic Ceremony

Cosmic Ceremony short poem

Emptiness is there Within the space Wherever you are Whatever your race Balance and harmony Within each other Cosmic ceremony Forever and ever Our own selves depend On our own thoughts Free it, your mind From unbalanced notes A healthy

Cacophony within

Cacophony within prose poem

As the dusk sets in reluctance envelopes me pestering me and asking me the same question again And again. I ignore, unwillingly check-out drag my vehicle ahead, but the slightest touch of wind drifts me, scares me and travels me

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

Rush To Hush

Rush To Hush short poem

We hear noise and the faintest call We rise up to rule and then we fall We sit, stoop, walk, and then we stand We ride the wind as best we can We get blown away like grains of sand

I’m Coming Home

Im Coming Home long poem

“I’m coming home” that’s what she told me last december a short twelve days to a Christmas morning where the only present I could care for was waking next to her only to sneak out of bed to prepare her

The Alchemist

The Alchemist long poem

hear my manifesto, dear heart in meditation from late morning bleeding larded beads of sweat a recluse’s hideaway a mobile home sealed against weather drum tight baking in the Florida sun cross legged on the cheap rag mat so thoroughly

Spiritual Sat Nav

Spiritual Sat Nav long poem

“At the 3rd exit bear right , that’s what it told me to do, I’d followed the instructions, did everything it asked me to, I admit I was a little distracted as the junction passed me by, I thought it

The Smudge Of Time

The Smudge Of Time short poem

It all seems important until someone doesn’t remember the squabbling plans of a coven of third grade girls to torment a classmate each with a thick red pencil sharpened for poking each put together as glossy as a nine-year old

Petrichor

Petrichor short poem

The call came into my blood through a darkening on a hot morning rumble of traffic cleared like a party when everyone stops talking that first deep cough came a long way that glint could have been sun on chrome

Awakening

Awakening short poem

My wife gasps in pain there’s a dog running toward us down the highway median traffic is lurching the sun sits a dog’s head above the southern horizon Thanksgiving is tomorrow we have to turn time into distance the car

The Boise King Size Hotel Room Rag

The Boise King Size Hotel Room Rag short poem

the pillows sleep on me like cats every night this room contains a brand new constellation pinpricks of technology winking as if blocked by orbiting children regular visitors and on the wall a creamy veil where the curtains don’t reach

Dark

Dark short poem

It is dark in here, I can feel the sunshine And hear the birds. It is dark in here, The laughter of people The sound of traffic. It is dark in here, A door is open, there’s a breeze, I

Red, gold and green

Red, gold and green short poem

Big red light won’t you turn green for me please? You burn high up, oh don’t you pity these knees? I have a girl waiting across your tall stance Just a little further beyond your angry glance. Dear old policeman,

A Slow Night In Downtown Wabash

A Slow Night In Downtown Wabash short poem

An old woman slings loose the accordion from her shoulder, feels her ribs expand draws a mental connection with the sag of her breasts and, broke, starts off home unseasonably warm for February a pack of dogs have run of

A Bridge

A Bridge long poem

I approach the 160° turn to the left, The public toilets, still there. Those strange, Striped warning poles and a sign in Old engineering font (like London Underground, but rusted) saying ‘STOP WHEN BELL RINGS’. Up its gentle elevation to

Mercy

Mercy short poem

The plan was thought out, Execution nearly flawless, In and out of the bank, Two men so lawless. Tellers shook, guns drew, Security was a fill in, The managers off too, A day when no one could lose. Twenty seconds

Enjoying The Ride

Enjoying The Ride short poem

Your voice is the perfect song to listen to on a road trip. To view all the things that remind me of you. Miles away from the stress of work. Your voice, the open road. Someone I can love, no

Divine Musings

Divine Musings prose poem

In the most unusual manic-panic creep, Wildly lurking behind every corner, The Shadow was about to recover some ungraspable but always constantly desired idea.. A fantasy, a darker shade of fantasy: a fun fetish. Or, perhaps, could it be foolish

Incoherent lives..

Incoherent lives.. short poem

  Radio blares incoherent songs people speak excitedly about music billboards advertise wares there are outlets everywhere the lights are bright and night still young and the road never ends… There is a girl in silhouette a woman with torn

Taking Strides

Taking Strides short poem

Black hidden deep within a forest A focal point leading outward Strides that repeat friction brings heat A heart filled with hope inspires the beat Atmosphere with hoofs intense Trampling over the reasons to avoid Existence stark to compare Through

An eventful Day, Sometime Back

An eventful Day, Sometime Back short poem

Had marathon client meetings, Productive, some not so great and Towards the end of the day a reluctant Revisit to a very difficult customer. Crawling traffic, snarling cops, blaring horns and People playing charades of abuse of all kind. Energy

The Warrior

The Warrior prose poem

I am a warrior, fighting the battles of life’s challenges, tripping over the cracks on the sidewalks, drinking cold coffee, listening to sad songs, working on taxes, calling in borderline sick, and driving the combative zone of rush-hour traffic, what

Holding My Toes

Holding My Toes short poem

An evening primrose glides, on my rough hands. I pluck a laugh from the lips, of a parched face. It knows the meaning of death, kissing the pink eyes. Of the lost fidelity and the innocence of the dying sun.

The sounds of the drive

The sounds of the drive short poem

The gentle creak of the suspension as i settle into the drivers seat, the sharp click of the key as it turns in the ignition, releasing the steering lock the metallic cough of the engine, as it starts up from

In The Silence Of My Mirror And Other Roadside Hazards

In The Silence Of My Mirror And Other Roadside Hazards short poem

In the silence of my mirror I watched her for three lights— While her lips became animated yawps Dancing along with her twirling hands– First one, then the other A surly communicative dance where impatience reigns a rain of words.

Libration Of The Moon

Libration Of The Moon long poem

Every morning the moon will have regurgitated another piece of my sanity you’re thinking this will be another werewolf poem American raving lunatic pouncing upon unsuspecting prey when shadows are in highest contrast gutting and gorging on the men sniffing

Sand And Sparrows

Sand And Sparrows prose poem

(1) On the road from Jerusalem, while echoes of the horn are still tearing down the walls of Jericho, I recline on a table of sand. Sparrows cry joyfully to me, in a space void of wedding ceremonies, picking up

The Refugee

The Refugee long poem

Airliners fell fat like poisoned bumble bees breasting their way into parking lots and highways plowing up concrete furrows tipped with shiny and jagged vehicles trimmed in flame I wake in a light sweat to a fluxuating grumble wondering at

Lives To Be Lived

Lives To Be Lived short poem

light frosting her lenses strobing as traffic flits by craziness of a zombie snail flashing visions of worlds as yet unbuilt just a woman dressed for winter striding proud in knee-length boots could be anyone then she’s gone these rapid

My Soulmate

My Soulmate ode

In the blink of an eye My world crumbled. Catastrophe struck my life Leaving me numb. My soulmate, my childhood mate, Whose shoulder I had oft wept on, Who had remained steadfastly loyal, Just vanished out of my life. My

Girl On Westgate

Girl On Westgate short poem

GIRL ON WESTGATE/ FANCY AND IMAGINATION from the coach-window I see the girl on the city-kerb eating the orange ice-pop, hair fanning in the breeze, the centre of her own continuum, catching the smear of exhaust tasting the sharpness of

The Quantum Mechanic

The Quantum Mechanic long poem

Dr. Maximillan Williams is some kind of brilliant; Too bad he has to, in fact, be a villain. In his classes he was always the quietest, Lost in deep thoughts about the sciences, Perpetually tinkering with newfangled appliances, Never the