Top 100 Poems About: CAR


In this page, poems on / about “car” are listed.
  • 1.
    Last Night I Drove A Car

    Last night I drove a car
    not knowing how to drive
    not owning a car read more »

    Gregory Corso
  • 2.
    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
  • 3.
    In The Smoking Car

    The eyelids meet. He'll catch a little nap.
    The grizzled, crew-cut head drops to his chest.
    It shakes above the briefcase on his lap.
    Close voices breathe, "Poor sweet, he did his best." read more »

    Richard Wilbur
  • 4.
    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
  • 5.
    Poems Done On A Late Night Car

    I. CHICKENS

    I am The Great White Way of the city:
    When you ask what is my desire, I answer: read more »

    Carl Sandburg
  • 6.
    The Lay Of The Motor-Car

    We're away! and the wind whistles shrewd
    In our whiskers and teeth;
    And the granite-like grey of the road
    Seems to slide underneath. read more »

    Banjo Paterson
  • 7.
    Buying A Car

    I wanted a car when I wearied of walking.
    With savings in hand, I left home to peruse.
    The dealer was helpful, bright-eyed and fast-talking.
    He offered two models from which I could choose. read more »

    Diane Hine
  • 8.
    Inside The Car One Rainy Day

    inside the car one rainy day
    one sees the scattering of people
    who do not have anything read more »

    RIC S. BASTASA
  • 9.
    A Car

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    Mr. Bean
  • 10.
    0004 Car Boot Sales

    read more »

    Michael Shepherd
  • 11.
    Princess Needs A New Car

    Princess just wants a new car.
    I have told her that hers will go far.
    ''Oh, it's really not cool
    driving this crap to school.'' read more »

    Mary Nagy
  • 12.
    Box Car Harry

    The railroad dick looked straight at him, eyes unwavering, beady-eyed, menacing, and Harry counted his change to see if there was enough for a bribe; searched his thoughts for an escape route, but he was not as young as he used to be and the dick was young, legs like a deer. read more »

    Lonnie Hicks
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