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Emma Dec 9
Rushing steps halt cold,
Crimson glare demands patience—
Time drips through still air.
neth jones Nov 3
the rush hour traffic
  draws  on udders of cloud
i watch  for rain
haiku style
Steve Page Mar 21
The flash of parakeets in the rain,
in darkest Ealing,
raise heavy souls away
from the drizzle,
up from the road
long enough to gift
a memorable
collision.
Things you see on  Sunday morning
Sharkey Poems Nov 2023
Ten minutes ago,
I looked fabulous.

My hair was so pretty
And neat.
Not wetted down
with sweat from the top of my head
to the *****
Of my feet.

Ten minutes ago
I looked fabulous.
Even though traffic
Was angry and tight
The AC cooled my face and
My eyes
On my drive to here.
My thighs were not chaffing
And my underarms were dry.

Ten minutes ago
I looked fabulous.
My linen suit was pressed.
I was so pleased
With how I dressed.
Now ignore the wrinkles
That plague my skirt.
I will not cry
Nor look hurt.

Ten minutes ago
I looked fabulous.
My answers memorized.
My potential on the brink
Of being realized.
I was not rushing and
Falling up steps.

Ten minutes ago
I looked fabulous.
Nigdaw Jun 2023
he forgot how to human
all the competition drained from him
sitting at the lights
in the midst of blaring horns
the gateway open
go green
go green
no one caring that HE'd broken down
looking at an event horizon
drawing him from the crowd
Nigdaw Jun 2023
a knot of traffic
unravels
to reveal.... nothing
no reason for delay
no great drama
just
too many people
in too many cars
in one place
at one time
wanting to be in front
all more important
than everybody else
Nigdaw May 2023
we put on our road face
grill mask to intimidate
motorway warriors
"make way, make way"
weaving in and out of lanes
twin exhausts show our power
important tints
"you can't see me now"
travelling in the same direction
to all our different destinations
individuals on our journeys
through time and space
this is the human race
Charles Vorpal Aug 2022
2020 was terrible, and that
Is quite the understatement.
And yet... There were gifts;
Should I feel guilty for saying that?

Oh, for months, I needed no shoes
To say nothing of brakes & wheels
Then, unforeseen urgency at work
My meat jail is needed at the office

Footwear was such a weird sensation.
But that is nothing, to the next sight.
The busy road, one that always jammed...
EMPTY! This is a miracle! Beyond miraculous!

Why, the drive to work, never so smooth!
The time it took, how amazingly short!
And all this, at safe and careful speeds!

......

And now, everyone is back on the road again.
Worse, social distancing between humans
Also became a thing, I sorely missed
Jams on the roads, sardines among humans.
1st entry for the SouthEast Asia Poetry Writing Month (SEAPoWriMo).
neth jones May 2022
uncut grass
   casts long shadows by night
animated on the inside
   of our basement windows
elongating and dashing away
   projected by the passing traffic
no mow may (May 2021)
Zoe Mae Feb 2022
I will get nowhere faster than you
Just look at the yellow lights I'm blowing through
Yes, for a moment it seems you have the edge
But you drive with your heart instead of your head
I saw that no u-turn coming for miles
You cut me off, and I was all smiles
In reality we both have nowhere to get to
But I'm gonna get there faster than you
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