Poems About: CAR

In this page, poems on / about “car” are listed.

  • 109.
    #50 (from, ‘What's Really Happening - In 54 numbers’)

    Each love is like racing cars,
    Driving through the final line;
    Wounds from losing - all its scars,
    Shiver up your spine. read more »

    Peter S. Quinn
  • 110.
    She wants me but it cant be

    I don’t feel it in my stars
    I can't explain who you are
    You where new cloths just to hide that scar
    A brand new car to show that you are a star read more »

    Anonymous Indian
  • 111.
    Happy Easter

    the only reason you wouldn't vote for al gore
    is because he'd make sure they'd take away our guns
    and make us drive little cars
    i just couldn't understand it read more »

    Selectric Skreenplaie
  • 112.
    We are a Train (Through the Eyes of a Grandmother)

    I look down at myself
    So small and innocent
    So responsible and mature read more »

    Astrid Hardjana
  • 113.
    rainy day

    Rainy Day read more »

    oskar hansen
  • 114.
    haiku - 487

    on the car park
    ------------
    she, amongst the cars. read more »

    Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar
  • 115.
    On Cars

    ON CARS

    Seated in a tram Through a window
    One can feast one's eyes On a passing show read more »

    Peter Elliott
  • 116.
    Night watch

    Security guards walk past while they are on guard
    with traffic lights, street lights gleaming
    they are armed, in boots and uniforms
    while some wait smoking outside of the cafe read more »

    Gert Strydom
  • 117.
    Lady in the car

    Walking, head down
    lost in thought
    I stopped at the sound
    of screeching tires read more »

    John W. McEwers
  • 118.
    A Free Car

    Afrika's
    Like a free car

    Driven on tear gas, across road blocks read more »

    John JaraMogi Oloya
  • 119.
    One Day

    One day you’re just sitting there and a car goes though your house and kills you
    One day a car in front of you goes out of control and hits your car
    One day you are not paying attention and you hit a pole going 60
    One day your legs freeze up and you can’t swim read more »

    Seth Mendenhall
  • 120.
    WHO OWNS MY HEART

    Who owns my heart?
    Go owns my heart of course
    Because he fills my heart with love everyday
    So that my heart can run smooth read more »

    Aldo Kraas
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