Poems About: CAR

One day
A small car
Like a toy
Like a car read more »

They've bailed the automakers out...
But there's no one about,
To drive. read more »

stuck in the rain on the freeway, 6:15 p.m.,
these are the lucky ones, these are the
dutifully employed, most with their radios on as loud
as possible as they try not to think or remember. read more »

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If within the cruel Southland you have chanced to take a ride,
You the Jim Crow cars have noticed, how they crush a Negro's pride, read more »

There I was in my cowboy boots
Just a leaning up against that car,
A nineteen fifty one Hudson Hornet,
A former winning Indy car! read more »

A car pulled up, in front of a house, at four o'clock in the morning.
A man came out of the car, and stood in silence in the dark, dark dark.
Quiet as a mouse, a woman came out of the house, opened the gate and walked into a garbage bin, making a godawful clattering. read more »

I will tell you a story
about how I found my way
and how my guardian angel
saved my life that day. read more »

By stuffing newspaper up the exhaust of my car
Somebody I do not know have taken their fun too far
I do not have a known enemy and I'm new to this Town
Why is someone I do not know trying to drag me down? read more »

He was driving down the road
Just a young boy in his teens
When he happened upon a car crash
And could hear the painfull screams read more »

Babe what you gonna do?
What you gunna say?
That's okay. read more »

The night is black and thick like a dark heavy quilt is hanging from the sky that extinguishes all light
I lie in my silent, dark room, willing myself to be perfectly still, training my ears, straining to hear every car as it whistles quickly by, one after the other after the other after the other...
Forcing myself to listen for any slight slowdown that might indicate that he's finally home... he said he was coming home...yes, it's really him this time... in an eternity 2 or 3 seconds tick by...and then the car flies by just the same as the others...it's not him...but, wait...is the next car slowing down...
It's a sick, pathetic, weak sad, lonely game, the irony being that each car, that starts off as distant headlights, seemingly suspended from the sky, starting down the hill, could be him, anything is possible until that car whizzes by, to some other destination, to some other woman, waiting silently in the dark for her man to come home read more »