Poems About: CAR
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
265.The Car Crash
I will tell you a story
about how I found my way
and how my guardian angel
saved my life that day. read more »angel marie
266.Oh My Car
My car my car it will not go,
I think its time to part.
To chuck the signs that say on Tow,
And buy 1 that will start. read more »Carl Johnson
267.You Seem So Swell There Mister
You seem so swell there mister in your brand new motor car
And you wish to let the World know of how wonderful you are
You show your blond the scenery and you drive her up and down
With your car stereo blaring through the wide streets of the town. read more »Francis Duggan
268.Chasing an Empty Car (episode 1)
I was a cop chasing an empty car.
Not to know what I would find in the car.
I was a man chasing my life.
Not to know what I would discover in my life. read more »Sukhee Bukhbat
269.a drive by in brooklynjana blakley
270.When Innocence Doesn't Matter
I've been there before
When I wasn’t even guilty
What they found didn’t belong to me
But they made me feel so filthy read more »Linda Racaniello
Babe what you gonna do?
What you gunna say?
That's okay. read more »Kassie B
272.Brotherhood (Pvt Kennedy)
Reaching for his freedom
with that new car smell
My brother and I
left Army ways behind read more »O.S. Brooks
273.Choice is Yours!
It was raining heavily.
I was on thrill of driving
My brand new car
Which my bro gifted to me read more »Geetha Jayakumar
274.Nous aurons besoin de tout le monde
Depuis trente ans maintenant et s'accélérant avec la crise, nous voyons s'ériger des murs entre les catégories qui composent le corps républicain. Peu à peu un cadastre sans frein a servi d'appui à nos raisonnements paresseux et nous a rendus négligents à l’endroit d’autrui, au point d’estimer n’avoir plus besoin de lui.
Ainsi croyons nous n’avoir plus besoin de l’étranger car « ils sont trop nombreux », read more »Marcel Aouizerate
275.Adventure Part 2
I love to travel far and wide,
Catching that airplane.
And flying those skies,
The clouds whizz past. read more »Paula Glynn
276.Waiting On Him
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 »Lesley St. Marys