The Motorcycle Gang Poem by The Power_Palace.Poet_Union.Order Sir.

The roar of engines fills the air
As they cruise down the winding road
Their leather jackets, their signature wear
Bold and fearless, their image they've showed
The Motorcycle Gang, a force to be reckoned
Their presence, powerful and strong
Their bikes, their freedom, their weapons
A brotherhood, they'll stand together, lifelong
Rumbling and rumbling, they ride as one
A pack of wolves, on the hunt they go
Through the cities, under the sun
Their destination, nobody knows
The sound of their bikes, a symphony
Echoing for miles and miles
Their journey, a constant odyssey
With each mile, their bond compiled
Their bikes, their babies, their pride
Customized to their personal taste
Each one unique, each one a symbol, a guide
In this brotherhood, there is no haste
The leader, with his long gray beard
His eyes, full of wisdom and age
His presence, commanding, revered
He leads them on, with an unbreakable gauge
The sun sets, and they come to a halt
Their campfire, the only light
Their laughter, their stories, their assault
On the mundane world, they'll take flight
The smell of smoke and whiskey
A sense of freedom, fills the air
Their voices, rough and husky
As they share tales, without a single care
Their tattoos, tell their stories
Each one, a symbol of their past
Their scars, a reminder of their glories
Their brotherhood, a bond that will forever last
As the night grows darker
They set off on their bikes once more
Their engines, like a powerful marker
Announcing their presence, to the world they soar
Through the mountains, they weave and twist
Their bikes, like wild horses, they ride
With every turn, a new adventure, they enlist
Conquering the roads, with a fearless stride
The wind, in their faces, a rush
As they ride into the unknown
Their adrenaline, a powerful crush
As their brotherhood, continues to be sown
No rules, no boundaries, no fear
As they ride through the night
Their brotherhood, forever clear
As they bask in the moonlight
The dawn breaks, and they reach their destination
Their bikes, covered in dust and grime
Their brotherhood, a powerful unification
As they sit, sharing a bottle of wine
The Motorcycle Gang, a tribe of misfits
Riding into the unknown, without a care
Their brotherhood, their bond, a perfect fit
As they ride off, into the misty air
Their legacy, will never die
As their stories, continue to be told
Their brotherhood, a never-ending high
A bond, that will forever hold.


Authorship by Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
©️ Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
®️ The Motorcycle Gang