Car Poems | Examples of Poems for Car Lovers

We entered the Gumball Rally My driver was “Backstreets” Tally With his crazy fast car We still couldn’t get far Bad math, no gas, in Death Valley ...

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Tesla the inventor an eccentric Serbian once worked for a businessman an entrepreneurial USAnian when Edison had an idea bright saw the light and invented DC electricity positive and ground as found in a battery then Nikola created AC as used in the home by the whole family a contest still a power struggle if you will however Tesla the car employs both forms of energy as does the phonograph so tho' posthumously looks like...

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When a poem you write is like a toy car, it’s all wound up (vroom vroom) to take the reader far. If it’s much too short, give the poem gas. More words are the fuel you’ll need to amass. If it’s way too long, your poem might sputter. Add it then to your other toy car clutter. When you poem, like...

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Shall I compare thee to an elephant? Of course not, you’re a motor car. And if I put you in the zoo, No-one would come and look at you. You do more harm than him I fear, For you pollute the atmosphere. Though he blows methane in the air, His carbon footprint can’t compare To the ozone damage that you do, With noxious gasses...

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How in a twinkle of an eye, Your life so make a lot of sense. Now, the world heave a nasty sigh... What an atmosphere with such tense! Insane to ever imagine... The plain sky once sunny turn loosed, How wealth to death has no bargain! Life would have got hade's gut seduced. The sunny sky soon faded out, While love just become...

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Summer Funny Limerick Poetry Contest Tania Kitchin The heat of summer in his dad's car The son takes his date to gaze a star Lover's lane shines on so bright Two teenagers groins take flight It was Dad's Chevy's best years by far ...

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Riding on a highway, As the cars go streaming by, I notice varied brands and styles I can’t identify. To me, they mostly look the same, The SUV’s and such, With different shapes of taillights Which don’t really matter much. The vehicles are mostly dark, Though quite a few are white And sometimes there’s a burgundy Or red that one can sight. Yet...

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Some crooks are dumb as they come, these thieves should get what they deserve as they won't go so very far now they're done taking a ride in the stolen Police car... with, 'To Protect & Serve Dial 911,' printed on the side. When the judge asked them, 'Why?' and stressed, 'It's best if you confessed.' The wiseguys both admitted, while facing five to seven, (have...

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Ford smacked into the Cadillac but why didn’t you hold her back? Ford has her own ways Buick said She’s out of control and two are dead....

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When you're in a rush almost every light is red Part of the problem is not wanting to get out of bed Fooling around and doing everything at last minute Rush hour isn't rushing when your out there in it Some things feels as if it requires too much time Stopping on a dime isn't happening at stop signs The normal...

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I’m racing round the NASCAR scene, With bugs and grit upon my gleam. The rubber flies, the dust goes wild, Screen’s smeared, rip it off, I cried. Tear it Off, Rip it Off! Shatter My Veil, to Crystal Clear, Please! Got no time to wipe, stop or weep, My tear-offs are stacked ten deep! Snatch and rip my world to clear, Let's end the pit-stop...

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“Peter Periwinkle had a car accident,” my brother said, as if reading it aloud from the back of a cereal box. It took me three full seconds to realize he meant our father. We were on my grandma’s farm where she had recently died, leaving chickens scratching unknowingly in the dust. Our father was elsewhere— broken, back bent like a paperclip, drunk at the wheel when the other car...

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I always had Angie Under My Thumb, one day I heard her honking her car horn. What had she just done with her anger, my candy apple red vette she did Paint It Black. She was yelling back at me, You Can't Always Get What You Want. Now I will Tumblin Dice for release, my new car is a big mess. Her blue...

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Who the heck you think you are? You bashed my car, yet strut with flair— Like a proud star, Too smug to care. Your brain's back door was left ajar; Your wisdom vanished in thin air. Puffed with pride that won't go far— At best, you'll earn a mocking stare....

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vroom…vroom Toot-toot near miss stay tuned I say highways are not not hard takes a Bard to park this poem vroom…vroom make room I’m here to stay not ruin someone else’s poem near miss stay tuned takes a Bard to take a part in this traffic easy go when it’s light but when it’s heavy write…right…write…left crossing lines make sure they’re not double seeing reality toot-toot vroom-vroom have to cross the line so I don’t hit the accident don’t do a bang up job back at it write...

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