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.
Vamps
Poem Published
1st Feb 2020 7:32pm
1st Feb 2020 7:32pm
King of the Dragstrip
Rebel machine
Struck up and
Clean
Turn up the dial
Max out at
Too hot to clock
Quarter mile
Shift into one
Two three
Seconds flash
Young, wild and
Free
V8 Chevy
Burble n growl
Roar along the
Dust strip
Don't throw in the towel
This is it
Them versus us
To all the doubters
Shush
Pedal to the....
And we're flyin'
Clear sight for
Sightin'
Movin' like
Speedy Gonzalez
Steel n chrome
Barely getting started
Petroleum and
Passion
Smoke cloudin' ...
Struck up and
Clean
Turn up the dial
Max out at
Too hot to clock
Quarter mile
Shift into one
Two three
Seconds flash
Young, wild and
Free
V8 Chevy
Burble n growl
Roar along the
Dust strip
Don't throw in the towel
This is it
Them versus us
To all the doubters
Shush
Pedal to the....
And we're flyin'
Clear sight for
Sightin'
Movin' like
Speedy Gonzalez
Steel n chrome
Barely getting started
Petroleum and
Passion
Smoke cloudin' ...
#America
#cars
#sports #rebellion
#sports #rebellion
40 reads
4 Comments
MJ-SWIM
M.J S.W.I.M
M.J S.W.I.M
Poem Published
28th Jan 2020 12:45pm
28th Jan 2020 12:45pm
Pink slips
Xenon lights in my rear-view
Cherries and blueberries too
Cruising at the speed of light
I'm the mechanic and the crew
And these slick tires want a fight
But with that engine you're gonna' lose
Cherries and blueberries too
Cruising at the speed of light
I'm the mechanic and the crew
And these slick tires want a fight
But with that engine you're gonna' lose
#cars
25 reads
0 Comments
MJ-SWIM
M.J S.W.I.M
M.J S.W.I.M
Poem Published
27th Jan 2020 2:35pm
27th Jan 2020 2:35pm
King of the road
The rain beads up on the glass
Drags itself back as we pass
Thirty-five, forty-five, fifty-five and up
Up to a hundred twenty and such
One-twenty-five, one-thirty five and up
The air splits to make way for us
And we are the kings of this black road
Coal dust and asphalt is our abode
Drags itself back as we pass
Thirty-five, forty-five, fifty-five and up
Up to a hundred twenty and such
One-twenty-five, one-thirty five and up
The air splits to make way for us
And we are the kings of this black road
Coal dust and asphalt is our abode
#rain
#cars
30 reads
2 Comments
russell_snow
Poem Published
24th Jan 2020 6:05pm
24th Jan 2020 6:05pm
There Will Always Be Trains
Ever since I fled out to the country
To fall asleep in nature's softer bed
I no longer hear the low rumble sounds
From the humming hive of the city
accelerating, speeding, frantically
away into some unknown distance
toward some unknown emergency
Instead, I hear the melodies of rain
Orchestrating puddles under rooftops,
Bouncing off the branches of willow trees
And a distant train at random hours; sings
A train that for my benefit doesn't know
It should be a low rumbling sports car, hello?
In the twenty first century
...
To fall asleep in nature's softer bed
I no longer hear the low rumble sounds
From the humming hive of the city
accelerating, speeding, frantically
away into some unknown distance
toward some unknown emergency
Instead, I hear the melodies of rain
Orchestrating puddles under rooftops,
Bouncing off the branches of willow trees
And a distant train at random hours; sings
A train that for my benefit doesn't know
It should be a low rumbling sports car, hello?
In the twenty first century
...
#countryside
#cars
#sleep
33 reads
3 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
10th Jan 2020 10:32pm
10th Jan 2020 10:32pm
Morris Travellers
Coachmen crafted the aging lines,
walnut dash that never fades,
aged-ash swept smooth above the arch,
seamless to the lacquered touch.
The window frame grows
moss along the wood,
each panel has been buffed
to light the chrome twice dipped.
George's hat and Ethel's cane,
have their place for countryside
walks, hampered by picnics
and old age no polish can restore.
Today the seats are folded down,
George has made a makeshift bed,
trembling lovers held entwined,
fumes will take them one...
walnut dash that never fades,
aged-ash swept smooth above the arch,
seamless to the lacquered touch.
The window frame grows
moss along the wood,
each panel has been buffed
to light the chrome twice dipped.
George's hat and Ethel's cane,
have their place for countryside
walks, hampered by picnics
and old age no polish can restore.
Today the seats are folded down,
George has made a makeshift bed,
trembling lovers held entwined,
fumes will take them one...
#love
#kindness
#cars
37 reads
0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
29th Dec 2019 1:52pm
29th Dec 2019 1:52pm
Rush Hour an Abstract View
Blur
Blare
Traffic
Horns
Snarl
Sirens
Speed
Blare
Traffic
Horns
Snarl
Sirens
Speed
#cars
62 reads
12 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
29th Nov 2019 10:21pm
29th Nov 2019 10:21pm
Who Ya Gonna Call?
He said he wanted
to get screwed.
I stole his wallet
cell phone, car keys
and his blue jeans.
It's all in how you word things.
Now, to spend his money.......
to get screwed.
I stole his wallet
cell phone, car keys
and his blue jeans.
It's all in how you word things.
Now, to spend his money.......
#money
#cars
#myself
87 reads
5 Comments
mingomingus
Poem Published
16th Nov 2019 10:48pm
16th Nov 2019 10:48pm
Put It In Reverse (Ten Of Cups)
There seems to be
A rift in relations
"Communication Breakdown"
Playing on the radio
In the car
With no one in particular
Chitter chatter
What's the matter?
Can't stand the silence
Between peers
Though years
Separate us like seat-belts
Fasten tight lips
In case of slips
Letting up on
The spiritual program
He is the driver
Living Life On Life's Terms
I am the passenger
Transitioning through
Static transmissions
Picking up clips & phrases
Steps & stages
Trying...
A rift in relations
"Communication Breakdown"
Playing on the radio
In the car
With no one in particular
Chitter chatter
What's the matter?
Can't stand the silence
Between peers
Though years
Separate us like seat-belts
Fasten tight lips
In case of slips
Letting up on
The spiritual program
He is the driver
Living Life On Life's Terms
I am the passenger
Transitioning through
Static transmissions
Picking up clips & phrases
Steps & stages
Trying...
#spiritual
#cars
#music #healing
#music #healing
55 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2019 12:18pm
3rd Nov 2019 12:18pm
DECADES OF INTERNALIZING THOUGHTS
Through our lives we will have to encounter situations that are just lessons learned from life for each encounter is a lesson of life, whether we learn the lessons or repeat it all over again like so many generations that have come and gone and been curse just passing it down from one set to another tribe of our lives bearly existencing to have life.
For when will it stop this changing who we are to just fit...
For when will it stop this changing who we are to just fit...
#technology
#money
#cars
#consumerism
#art
126 reads
3 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
30th Oct 2019 7:27pm
30th Oct 2019 7:27pm
Days of unforgettable mistakes
We were always late on Mondays,
snow only made it worse.
The college canteen would be empty,
still wet with slush.
KitKat wrappers and tepid coffee,
relics of raising student's heads.
The light was just behind us,
a cold night's eye opened as you drove.
half asleep I watched the morning making shapes,
dropping through mist pockets,
feeling gray-scale against the Mexico’s yellow.
Gently we drifted,
millimeters above the apex.
If you’re going to hit a tree
Cedars are splendid and solid.
If you...
snow only made it worse.
The college canteen would be empty,
still wet with slush.
KitKat wrappers and tepid coffee,
relics of raising student's heads.
The light was just behind us,
a cold night's eye opened as you drove.
half asleep I watched the morning making shapes,
dropping through mist pockets,
feeling gray-scale against the Mexico’s yellow.
Gently we drifted,
millimeters above the apex.
If you’re going to hit a tree
Cedars are splendid and solid.
If you...
#death
#cars
#college
61 reads
4 Comments
cheesa
Poem Published
25th Oct 2019 8:09am
25th Oct 2019 8:09am
Breakdown
I come with a lack of wealth and a dimished health
As I walk barefoot across the broken glass like a clown
I should have a break before I breakdown
Walking naked into the sea goodbye to the shore
I cant take this anymore
Wash me up on a deserted place
Somewhere safe I can show my face
Somewhere I can have a break before I breakdown
As I walk barefoot across the broken glass like a clown
I should have a break before I breakdown
Walking naked into the sea goodbye to the shore
I cant take this anymore
Wash me up on a deserted place
Somewhere safe I can show my face
Somewhere I can have a break before I breakdown
#loneliness
#rejection
#money
#cars
#shame
85 reads
2 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2019 5:37am
23rd Oct 2019 5:37am
Wrong Turn
she made a wrong turn
an ulterior motive
“I’m kidnapping you”
an ulterior motive
“I’m kidnapping you”
#cars
#scary
98 reads
1 Comment
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