Poems About: CAR
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
313.[Cerberus talks about cars he's going to buy]
Cerberus talks about cars he's going to buy
with the pursuit of the american dream,
refrigerator, war on wars
and gilded bricks of zest read more »Aaron Eliad
I've resisted the intrusion
of technology into my life
more than some,
not as much as others, read more »Max Reif
She goes with her new lover.
An unpopular actor
in a red colored racing car.
On the way the police halted them read more »nimal dunuhinga
316.Must Be Why There's No Catchin' Ben Slashin'
Have you ever noticed the hobby of Ben Slashin'?
Quick, look near those cars, did ya see his quick dashin'?
Well, just look around, you'll see what he's been bashin', read more »Tony Avila Sampson
317.i wanted you to know!
I wanted you to know,
that threw it all your where ill always go,
your the only one that sticks by me everystep of the way,
your always on my side, read more »Michelle Guza
318.I Guess that I Should Have Died
I guess that I should have died
In the car accident so long ago
And then they wouldn't have to bother
With helping me out in life read more »Jerry Abrahamson
WE need a car, to help us get around.
WE need a car, to help us get around,
couse theses legs are getting tired,
and i dont want to walk no more. read more »DAVID GERARDINO
320.ON THIS VERY MORNING
On this very morning
I can justify being late
I was locked in traffic read more »Cokbod Lodwogo
321.English Autumnal Traffic
Headlights below cars do shine
From the car following behind,
On roads wet with morning rain,
For the traffic dost flow slow again. read more »Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
322.There's something sexual about a yawn.
It climaxes and goes nowhere
but into the thin air.
And I think the air keeps it, read more »MARINA GIPPS
323.the overpass, early morning
a thousand white stars racing towards me
a thousand red, falling away.
these cars are no longer cars
and i want to be apart of this read more »Riel Tizzano
324.she was late
I count the cars as they drive past the window
Four blues since you said everything was fine
The rain flows from the street into the gutters
Over both the yellow broken lines read more »Ben Paynter