Traffic Jam Poems - Poems about Traffic Jam

The sand from the hourglass is slipping through the cracks between my fingers. as I track my time in increments, regulated, rhythmic, redundant. the weekends coming, it’s almost winter break. I think, as I fail to realize that I am watching time pass me by like I'm standing on the side of the road watching the cars drive...

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EDSA traffic jam Lined glittering unmoved cars Spread like stars....

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I have issues with the sun It burns It burns so much these days It burns it hurts my face Yet I am going out now Right into this traffic jam Right when the sun is big and bright Where is dawn? What a mess I am There is no such thing as a want in me I rather tuck myself in my...

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Sitting here in rush hour I moan and sigh Horn’s honk, engine’s rev, a Monday to miss Birds whooshing overhead as time ticks by When from below I hear a squealing hiss The tire! Is murphy's law to blame for this?! I hop out to check and PLOP! That damn bird! I pop the hood to a clang, clunk and creak Was...

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A lazy day No work waitng for you No routine No restrictions You may not obey the time No need to rush for breakfast Traffic jams and crowds become nonsense Breakfast become brunch You may cook some maggie mee to start the day And packaged food or canned food For the rest of the day Confined to a self lockdown You stuck to the...

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The winter darkness falls before the day Has run its course, long ere the eyes of those Who labor seek surcease from weariness. The home-bound traffic winds its halting way Beneath the moon-bound Evening Star and slows— A mess. And so I sit with promises to keep, Ensnarled within a concrete wilderness As news and music streams from radios. At last the exit home—to...

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We had a car, not many did, financed and fuelled by bread and jam, food deprivation that I hid from jealous kids who’d mock the sham; pride misjudging as a winner Ford denoting "Forfeit dinner" So while, no doubt, they envied me I lusted their hot Sunday lunch as they inhaled mum’s recipe for dishes needing bite and crunch, whilst dominating our car...

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Another boring day I make my way down this life’s tricky busy long freeway So many travelers choose to go as well, in slaving sync to the cold life school bell We all so focused on the single prize, so much assets to gain and maximize My car is rusty and not too trusty My mind...

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The expanding stripe of cars stretches Noxious fumes drawn inside by pink flesh From this sight, looks as though the trees lost the battle Heart still pumps energy to skeletal limbs moving To unheard music Grace filters through, highlighting the gift of discernment I let the music enter me, and I enter the music Which is greater, love of warmth on...

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Traffic Jam Slam Who dresses them up and puts them in cars gives them their keys as they leave the bars these drivers who sit at the red light and grin preachers out practicing Sunday’s big sin. Somehow they think we can’t see inside as they dig in their noses and ogle with pride something they found that they should probably hide. She’s...

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Sitting on the soft cushion seat Start of turtle movement The advert on the bus Is the only catchy appeal The drumming of the engine The grunting of the taxi Dusk getting crisp Dull glow of the sun The glance at the sky With a wish to fly The buttocks begin to get sore I see my finger nails Then back to the next lane I feel my...

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trying to catch plane it was insane we got caught not bought we were like lams in a TRAFFIC JAM...

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Traffic jam in the ways of life crowded noisy groan hazardous Oh ! mind breathing suffers from suffocation Busy all are hurry no time reach the destination by hook or by crook to get the works done run and run To avail few minutes for few days to keep happy all the ways try again and again fun and fun What is got...

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I am sweating all over In the traffic jam And bored of waiting so long!...

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The worm goes on and on and on An endless stream of armoured segments crawling out off the working day The frozen flow of restless homonunculi Disharmony of spheres Panta Rhei Panta Rhei Panta Rhei http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otY7ICUJSdQ...

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