Car Poems
#cars
Car poems, here you'll find poems about cars and driving. Poetry written by car enthusiasts and those who love driving and travelling the open road. Poems about classic cars, popular car brands and the latest car technology. Also poems by those with anxiety about driving, and people who have experienced a traumatic car accident. Plus, those who object to cars for environmental, economical or safety reasons.
nikkimoe
Poem Published
7th Dec 2020 4:08pm
7th Dec 2020 4:08pm
I Don't Litter
If they knew about
my messy brain
it might explain
my messy car.
I keep everything.
my messy brain
it might explain
my messy car.
I keep everything.
#kindness
#cars
52 reads
5 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
6th Dec 2020 9:10am
6th Dec 2020 9:10am
stupid working class
The stupid working-class
It is odd is it not, the working-class
have no idea of how powerful they are.
Can you think of a world where no one cleaned the office?
Build roads and keep street passable?
Yet we treat them with contempt.
Can you think of a couple who needs four jobs?
to pay for the ever-increasing bills
While rich thanks to their toll by yachts?
The most obscene of all, we buy magazines with photos
of them and their riches, and we admire them,
Not for one moment do we think we could make them
penniless and homeless...
It is odd is it not, the working-class
have no idea of how powerful they are.
Can you think of a world where no one cleaned the office?
Build roads and keep street passable?
Yet we treat them with contempt.
Can you think of a couple who needs four jobs?
to pay for the ever-increasing bills
While rich thanks to their toll by yachts?
The most obscene of all, we buy magazines with photos
of them and their riches, and we admire them,
Not for one moment do we think we could make them
penniless and homeless...
#cars
#freedom
#dance #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#dance #DeepUndergroundPoetry
46 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
14th Nov 2020 2:04pm
14th Nov 2020 2:04pm
the vaccine is here
The vaccine is here
The day took a long time coming
the night persisted and only moved across the sea
heading for Northern Norway where the night
lasts for months.
The day was grey and in a bad mood showering
streets with rain making dead leaves slippery.
Every café, restaurants are closed, and the local
supermarket closes at one so, if you have not
bought food for Saturday and Sunday bully for you.
If people stay at home, it will reduce contagiousness
but the COVID-19 is not going away when
the lockdown is over it will,...
The day took a long time coming
the night persisted and only moved across the sea
heading for Northern Norway where the night
lasts for months.
The day was grey and in a bad mood showering
streets with rain making dead leaves slippery.
Every café, restaurants are closed, and the local
supermarket closes at one so, if you have not
bought food for Saturday and Sunday bully for you.
If people stay at home, it will reduce contagiousness
but the COVID-19 is not going away when
the lockdown is over it will,...
#money
#cars
#mirror #consumerism
#mirror #consumerism
58 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
12th Nov 2020 9:36am
12th Nov 2020 9:36am
poetry and work
Poetry and work
I sit here in front of the computer,
thinking I dislike rhyming poetry it goes on my nerves
Repetitive words to make it sound classical, and who
decide what classical or mere writing is?
We admire some poems because we have them as pensum
at school, we learned by heart, but there is no reason
Kipling should be taught in Sweden unless one happens
to like reading for its own sake.
I think the verb “verb” should be erased from the language
and replaced with activities we like to perform.
Let robots do the cement...
I sit here in front of the computer,
thinking I dislike rhyming poetry it goes on my nerves
Repetitive words to make it sound classical, and who
decide what classical or mere writing is?
We admire some poems because we have them as pensum
at school, we learned by heart, but there is no reason
Kipling should be taught in Sweden unless one happens
to like reading for its own sake.
I think the verb “verb” should be erased from the language
and replaced with activities we like to perform.
Let robots do the cement...
#cars
#music
#dance
#passion
#reading
36 reads
6 Comments
IntoTheVoid
Poem Published
10th Nov 2020 9:42am
10th Nov 2020 9:42am
Relentless release of power
High speed car crash
Relentless release of power
Car mash, whiplash
Delightful scrap metal shower
Mother of crash violence once again makes the biggest man cower
---
Smells burnt
don't worry 'bout it
The very worst thing
about every disaster
is the invetiable worry
that comes with it.
Why can't we feel pain
when there is pain to be felt -
and joy when there is joy to be felt instead?
There's no place for pain, they say
Still Mother nature seems to have made
a shrine and a temple for it -
"Life",...
Relentless release of power
Car mash, whiplash
Delightful scrap metal shower
Mother of crash violence once again makes the biggest man cower
---
Smells burnt
don't worry 'bout it
The very worst thing
about every disaster
is the invetiable worry
that comes with it.
Why can't we feel pain
when there is pain to be felt -
and joy when there is joy to be felt instead?
There's no place for pain, they say
Still Mother nature seems to have made
a shrine and a temple for it -
"Life",...
#power
#sea
#water
#nature
#cars
29 reads
0 Comments
asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
6th Nov 2020 2:30am
6th Nov 2020 2:30am
Hell on a Stick Pt. 2: Car Talk
The running water is increased to a growl.
"What do you do with the water down here? Do you guys drink water?"
Jevas and I are on a road walking. The sky is still completely black, and there is a subtle glow in the distance. Criozesas, I think.
"That's an offshoot of the River Styx. This one's tamer, with fewer dissolved souls in it. Some demon creatures can drink water, some dissolve upon contact with it, some just don't like it an' drink other stuff instead."
"The river Styx? Like in the legends? Don't the souls taint the water?"
"You're in hell, or the...
"What do you do with the water down here? Do you guys drink water?"
Jevas and I are on a road walking. The sky is still completely black, and there is a subtle glow in the distance. Criozesas, I think.
"That's an offshoot of the River Styx. This one's tamer, with fewer dissolved souls in it. Some demon creatures can drink water, some dissolve upon contact with it, some just don't like it an' drink other stuff instead."
"The river Styx? Like in the legends? Don't the souls taint the water?"
"You're in hell, or the...
#cars
#hell
#travel
52 reads
1 Comment
arortiz73
MTP
MTP
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2020 5:31am
2nd Nov 2020 5:31am
R8
Party hardy,
forty, Bacardi.
Skinny Cardi
be Barbie! 🔥🤤
Cue in her pocket
corner potty!
Red shorty
shotty-shotty! 🥃👙
Hurry, ready?!
THOT-TY, naughty;
mar dig raw,
dear LAWDY!!! 😍💦
Innie, outie
in her Audi,
hard body
booty hottie! 🚀😻
Good Gotti,
mighty mighty,
phatty R8
hot-roddie! 👄🏎️
(MTP)
forty, Bacardi.
Skinny Cardi
be Barbie! 🔥🤤
Cue in her pocket
corner potty!
Red shorty
shotty-shotty! 🥃👙
Hurry, ready?!
THOT-TY, naughty;
mar dig raw,
dear LAWDY!!! 😍💦
Innie, outie
in her Audi,
hard body
booty hottie! 🚀😻
Good Gotti,
mighty mighty,
phatty R8
hot-roddie! 👄🏎️
(MTP)
#sex
#cars
#alcohol #witches
#alcohol #witches
86 reads
4 Comments
MaryWalker
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2020 7:05pm
22nd Oct 2020 7:05pm
Faux Blown Lesbo
I meet her on display
at the auto show
Later, we rendezvous
at the local LGBTQ bar;
she plies me with wine
Now, when it comes to dykes
she comes off as a muscle car
---real fine as rides go
but later that evening
when she hikes her skirt up ...
boy!
was I in for a surprise!
There between her thighs?
Quite the dillysmacker!
to describe in a single word
her tiny...
at the auto show
Later, we rendezvous
at the local LGBTQ bar;
she plies me with wine
Now, when it comes to dykes
she comes off as a muscle car
---real fine as rides go
but later that evening
when she hikes her skirt up ...
boy!
was I in for a surprise!
There between her thighs?
Quite the dillysmacker!
to describe in a single word
her tiny...
#lesbian
#erotic
#LGBT #cars
#LGBT #cars
175 reads
15 Comments
arortiz73
MTP
MTP
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2020 1:57am
22nd Oct 2020 1:57am
Gettin' Gonzo On The Galveston-Gaines'
..
Off radar, kickin' back, duckin' time sheet.
Top down, pretty girl sneakin' to my seat.
Skippin' triple digits, sippin' storm-tropic sleet-
wettin' satin 'til the dawn, hotel-hauntin' in the heat.
Gettin' on while gettin' gone. Slammin' to the beat-
skinny-dippin' in the black, hatless tippin' the elite.
Sun and moon -shinin' with the devil 'fore we eat.
Wheels a' mother-fuckin' whether dirty weather neat.
(MTP)
Off radar, kickin' back, duckin' time sheet.
Top down, pretty girl sneakin' to my seat.
Skippin' triple digits, sippin' storm-tropic sleet-
wettin' satin 'til the dawn, hotel-hauntin' in the heat.
Gettin' on while gettin' gone. Slammin' to the beat-
skinny-dippin' in the black, hatless tippin' the elite.
Sun and moon -shinin' with the devil 'fore we eat.
Wheels a' mother-fuckin' whether dirty weather neat.
(MTP)
#cars
#monsters
#travel
91 reads
4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
1st Oct 2020 8:25am
1st Oct 2020 8:25am
the whites
white supremacists
are not necessarily bad people
they are frightened of losing the privileged they thought they had
it was an illusion anyway.
They fear drowning in the sea of the unknown
the people, mostly working-class you see marching in the street
are not the dangerous ones; they can be curtailed.
What we have to look out for are the wealthy people they tend
to be right-wing without saying so.
They have the power to alter democracy to their liking,
that is keeping the masses at bay and do away with workers unions
and other...
are not necessarily bad people
they are frightened of losing the privileged they thought they had
it was an illusion anyway.
They fear drowning in the sea of the unknown
the people, mostly working-class you see marching in the street
are not the dangerous ones; they can be curtailed.
What we have to look out for are the wealthy people they tend
to be right-wing without saying so.
They have the power to alter democracy to their liking,
that is keeping the masses at bay and do away with workers unions
and other...
#porn
#cars
#music
#dance
#passion
74 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
15th Sep 2020 7:58am
15th Sep 2020 7:58am
America
America
I used to love America we never said the USA
as a young seaman, it was the place to buy T. shirts, jeans
and white I never forget the name, Arrow shirts
the people full of optimism everything was possible
and the workers were relatively affluent.
the racial aspect never bothered us; we saw black workers
and white workers toiling on the harbour.
I was reading much back then and discovered I had lived
in a bubble.
In New Orleans, I came face to face with racism I hat
met an enormous black foreman he invited me to
the...
I used to love America we never said the USA
as a young seaman, it was the place to buy T. shirts, jeans
and white I never forget the name, Arrow shirts
the people full of optimism everything was possible
and the workers were relatively affluent.
the racial aspect never bothered us; we saw black workers
and white workers toiling on the harbour.
I was reading much back then and discovered I had lived
in a bubble.
In New Orleans, I came face to face with racism I hat
met an enormous black foreman he invited me to
the...
#money
#cars
#mirror
#books
#consumerism
81 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
13th Sep 2020 6:10pm
13th Sep 2020 6:10pm
home from the sea
Home from the sea
he is walking into the town,
new trousers and jacket
bought in America, shiny shoes.
He smiles to the girls who smile back
he has money
in his pocket home from the sea.
He has many friends
they come in the bar to say halo,
beer is flowing he pays
home from the sea flush of money.
Smells of expensive after-shave
bought in America.
He is walking into town,
his jacket is no longer new and shoes
not shiny
he is broke does not go to the bar.
It is a dull day.
He goes down to the...
he is walking into the town,
new trousers and jacket
bought in America, shiny shoes.
He smiles to the girls who smile back
he has money
in his pocket home from the sea.
He has many friends
they come in the bar to say halo,
beer is flowing he pays
home from the sea flush of money.
Smells of expensive after-shave
bought in America.
He is walking into town,
his jacket is no longer new and shoes
not shiny
he is broke does not go to the bar.
It is a dull day.
He goes down to the...
#money
#cars
#mirror
#books
#consumerism
74 reads
1 Comment
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