Poetry competition CLOSED 17th July 2017 11:18pm
WINNER
archetype23
archetype23
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Poetry Contest Description
what mode of transportation do you feel fits your personality?
What are you in means of transportation? Be it a trike, or a Harley or even a Camel..lol Maybe your a 1967 Mustang or a Model T, or even a train....tell me what fits you in the form of a poem
Adult themed poems are ok, as long as a Mod makes it that way <3
1 poem per poet
Not too long, as you all know I will get lost
No collabs
Have fun
Adult themed poems are ok, as long as a Mod makes it that way <3
1 poem per poet
Not too long, as you all know I will get lost
No collabs
Have fun
Night Train
The train is speeding down the track
It will not stop and won't look back
Past the mountain, past the sea
Through the tunnel, right through me
A traveler going nowhere fast
Is dreaming now as in the past
In restless sleep he still complains
Of crazy dreams of speeding trains
The train is speeding down the track
It will not stop and won't look back
Past the mountain, past the sea
Through the tunnel, right through me
A traveler going nowhere fast
Is dreaming now as in the past
In restless sleep he still complains
Of crazy dreams of speeding trains
My Simple Girl (fixie bike)
Simple, such a simple bike
Simple gear I simply like
Was green, now gold she sits and waits
For us to go on many dates
Alas she'll have to wait some more
Too oft' we write when out the door
And though we often walk to where
The men and women have no hair
I think of thee, my fixie bike
My simple girl, I simply like.
Who needs the car, when love is mine?
When rains are gone and suns will shine!
We ride, we ride! Forever more!
My simple fixie still adore.
My simple fixie, simple bike
The only bike I'll ever like.
Can you forgive my sad neglect?
If I should ride your dialect
Solid pedals, solid frame
Simple metal, simple Dame
O, simple fixie simple bike
The only bike
I'll ever like
Simple, such a simple bike
Simple gear I simply like
Was green, now gold she sits and waits
For us to go on many dates
Alas she'll have to wait some more
Too oft' we write when out the door
And though we often walk to where
The men and women have no hair
I think of thee, my fixie bike
My simple girl, I simply like.
Who needs the car, when love is mine?
When rains are gone and suns will shine!
We ride, we ride! Forever more!
My simple fixie still adore.
My simple fixie, simple bike
The only bike I'll ever like.
Can you forgive my sad neglect?
If I should ride your dialect
Solid pedals, solid frame
Simple metal, simple Dame
O, simple fixie simple bike
The only bike
I'll ever like
SMART CAR
I love my Smart Car Fortwo
I love the tight U-turns it can do
I love that it’s painted
In my favorite color; blue
I love to brag how it’s
A mini Mercedes (indeed it’s true)
I love how it parks with little room
But most of all, I absolutely
Love the low gas mileage it uses
Because my Smart Car Fortwo
Proves I’m a really smart
Wouldn’t you agree too?
'Girls, please note; you know what they say about guys who drive little smart cars?'
They choose to drive a little car to compensate for their big egos.
I love the tight U-turns it can do
I love that it’s painted
In my favorite color; blue
I love to brag how it’s
A mini Mercedes (indeed it’s true)
I love how it parks with little room
But most of all, I absolutely
Love the low gas mileage it uses
Because my Smart Car Fortwo
Proves I’m a really smart
Wouldn’t you agree too?
'Girls, please note; you know what they say about guys who drive little smart cars?'
They choose to drive a little car to compensate for their big egos.
Written by snugglebuck
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Deals on Wheels
Six miles an hour
Is certainly fast enough
Round the supermarket
Avoiding tall stacks
If I’m in the mood
To avoid them at all
Running up the legs
Of other shoppers
Serves them right
For stopping abruptly
And then there’s those
That just cut you up
I chase them down or
Force them to crash
Either way, I enjoy
Their pedestrian rage
As they trip up and fall
Scrambling their eggs
Breaking their biscuits
Squashing their cakes
Watch them run after
Rolling bottles and cans
But they can’t curse me out
I play the disabled card
Like a four aces
And jump the queue
Right in front of them
My electric wheelchair
And the way I use it
Reflects exactly
Who I am
A pair of Nikes and the Red Line
I bought a sweet pair of Nikes I was able to find
at the Salvation Army just in time
to carry me up to the DART Redline
at Lovers Lane station with no destination in mind
An Illegal U-turn from a Mercades from Hades
blind on a cell phone spreading the corner
speeding around me, my friends, and the ladies
begging for him or us to see the coroner
not watching or caring to see anyone walking
so I pulled out my Glock to do the talking
BOOM! BOOM! VROOM! VROOM!
Shattered glass on the rear windshield
His heart goes BOOM! BOOM!
as his car goes VROOM! VROOM!
Maybe next time this prick will remember to yield
at the Salvation Army just in time
to carry me up to the DART Redline
at Lovers Lane station with no destination in mind
An Illegal U-turn from a Mercades from Hades
blind on a cell phone spreading the corner
speeding around me, my friends, and the ladies
begging for him or us to see the coroner
not watching or caring to see anyone walking
so I pulled out my Glock to do the talking
BOOM! BOOM! VROOM! VROOM!
Shattered glass on the rear windshield
His heart goes BOOM! BOOM!
as his car goes VROOM! VROOM!
Maybe next time this prick will remember to yield
Written by archetype23
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Sugar and Spice
I have the power
to surrender to my whims
and let go with command
shifting to constraints
of the curb, the yield
swaying with the currents
enjoying the journey
the fuck mind
of the charge;
the dare to steer
throwing glances back
while your shadow
shrinks
in the back hands
of time.
One day
you will see it my way,
enjoy while you can
if you can
swallowing pride
that women can dominate
bad ass wheels
with power and will.
The chrome, the steel
my fascination
obsession
since teen years
to indulge,
divulge
my body on the hot machine
the leather against my skin
masochistic
fixation
arousing
straddling the beast.
I ride
the hummmmzzz
the drumzzzzzzz
the squeezzzzzzz
between my thighs
throttle, shift
holding tight
on humps and bumps
blasting
past
your sneaky eyes
behind the
black shades.
Tell me
does my ass
speak
the unspeakable
while
you think,
the
unthinkable?
I have the power
to surrender to my whims
and let go with command
shifting to constraints
of the curb, the yield
swaying with the currents
enjoying the journey
the fuck mind
of the charge;
the dare to steer
throwing glances back
while your shadow
shrinks
in the back hands
of time.
One day
you will see it my way,
enjoy while you can
if you can
swallowing pride
that women can dominate
bad ass wheels
with power and will.
The chrome, the steel
my fascination
obsession
since teen years
to indulge,
divulge
my body on the hot machine
the leather against my skin
masochistic
fixation
arousing
straddling the beast.
I ride
the hummmmzzz
the drumzzzzzzz
the squeezzzzzzz
between my thighs
throttle, shift
holding tight
on humps and bumps
blasting
past
your sneaky eyes
behind the
black shades.
Tell me
does my ass
speak
the unspeakable
while
you think,
the
unthinkable?
Soar the Sky
All my life, ever since I can remember,
I’ve had dreams where I can fly,
So why not turn that dream into reality,
And let myself soar the sky.
So many times I mastered the art of flying,
The vision always seemed so clear,
Whether I was low to the ground,
Or high in sky,
I never felt fear.
So why not try and fly with hand gliding?
The sensation would let me play out the scene,
In fact, I’ll go ahead and make the appointment,
And tomorrow I’ll recreate the dream.
All my life, ever since I can remember,
I’ve had dreams where I can fly,
So why not turn that dream into reality,
And let myself soar the sky.
So many times I mastered the art of flying,
The vision always seemed so clear,
Whether I was low to the ground,
Or high in sky,
I never felt fear.
So why not try and fly with hand gliding?
The sensation would let me play out the scene,
In fact, I’ll go ahead and make the appointment,
And tomorrow I’ll recreate the dream.
