Poems About: CAR
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
277.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
278.Leave My Car Alone
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 »Francis Duggan
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 »norman hale
280.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
282.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
283.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
284.There are people
There are people
that claims the street as their own
at parking places on the sidewalk read more »Gert Strydom
285.At the time...
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 »Simmon Tan
286.The Young Housewife
At ten AM the young housewife
moves about in negligee behind
the wooden walls of her husband’s house.
I pass solitary in my car. read more »William Carlos Williams
When our cars touched
When you lifted the hood of mine
To see the intimate workings underneath,
When we were bound together read more »Linda Pastan
On the road with billowing poplars,
In a country flat and desolate
To the far-off gray horizon, wherein obscurely,
A man and a woman went on foot, read more »Charles Simic