Top 100 Poems About: CAR

In this page, poems on / about “car” are listed.
  • 1.
    Halsted Street Car

    Come you, cartoonists,
    Hang on a strap with me here
    At seven o’clock in the morning
    On a Halsted street car. read more »

    Carl Sandburg
  • 2.
    The Ballad Of The Cars

    Wardour Street Border Ballad

    "Now this is the price of a stirrup-cup," read more »

    Rudyard Kipling
  • 3.

    We are what we repeatedly do.

    You know how it is waking read more »

    Deborah Ager
  • 4.
    I Know A Man

    As I sd to my
    friend, because I am
    always talking,--John, I read more »

    Robert Creeley
  • 5.
    Flying Cars

    hover above slow trucks—
    in the name of Pegasus they wing past read more »

    Dolores Hayden
  • 6.

    CARS are a wonderful invention -
    to be sure!
    They transport us to all kinds of places -
    they even win races read more »

    Dorris Hameditoloui
  • 7.
    A Car Is Just A Car!

    A car is a car
    If it can ride you nearby or far

    A car is a car read more »

    Sylvia Chidi
  • 8.
    Pedal Pushin' (Children)

    Mom’s car has three foot pedals.
    I think I’m gonna ask her -

    Since daddy’s car has only two, read more »

    C.J. Heck
  • 9.
    Queen Mab: Part I.

    HOW wonderful is Death,
    Death, and his brother Sleep!
    One, pale as yonder waning moon read more »

    Percy Bysshe Shelley
  • 10.

    To K. Vanshenkin

    Our railway car was like a gypsy camp.
    Raucous shouting everywhere. read more »

    Yevgeny Yevtushenko
  • 11.
    A Madame D. G. De G.

    Jadis je vous disais : -- Vivez, régnez, Madame !
    Le salon vous attend ! le succès vous réclame !
    Le bal éblouissant pâlit quand vous partez ! read more »

    Victor Marie Hugo
  • 12.
    Fingal - Book I


    Cuthullin (general of the Irish tribes, in the minority of Cormac, king of Ireland) sitting alone beneath a tree, at the gate of Tura, a castle of Ulster (the other chiefs having gone on a hunting party to Cromla, a neighboring hill,) is informed of the landing of Swaran, king of Lochlin, by Moran, the son of Fithil, one of his scouts. He convenes the chiefs; a council is held, and disputes run high about giving battle to the enemy. Connal, the petty king of Togorma, and an intimate friend of Cuthullin, was for retreating, till Fingal, king of those Caledonians who inhabited the north-west coast of Scotland, whose aid had been previously solicited, should arrive; but Calmar, the son of Matha, lord of Lara, a country in Connaught, was for engaging the enemy immediately. Cuthullin, of himself willing to fight, went into the opinion of Calmar. Marching towards the enemy, he missed three of his bravest heroes, Fergus, Duchômar, and Cáthba. Fergus arriving, tells Cuthullin of the death of the two other chiefs: which introduces the affecting episode of Morna, the daughter of Cormac. The army of Cuthullin is descried at a distance by Swaran, who sent the son of Arno to observe the motions of the enemy, while he himself ranged his forces in order of battle. The son of Arno returning to Swaran, describes to him Cuthullin's chariot, and the terrible appearance of that hero. The armies engage, but night coming on, leaves the victory undecided. Cuthullin, according to the hospitality of the times, sends to Swaran a formal invitation to a feast, by his bard Carril, the son of Kinfena. Swaran refuses to come. Carril relates to Cuthullin the story of Grudar and Brassolis. A party, by Connal's advice, is sent to observe the enemy; which closes the action of the first day. read more »

    James Macpherson
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