Best Bicycle Poems

Around since 1885,
These playing cards contain
A fascinating history
That Google helped obtain.

My favorite fact’s from World War II.
(It’s more than rumored lore.)
Some special decks were sent as gifts
To prisoners of war.

These U.S. soldiers, held in camps
In Germany, did learn
That moistening the cards would yield
A map for...

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On a bicycle, freedom's flight
Pedaling 'cross the horizon
Reflections of blue in my sight
With dreams of lassoing the sun

A girl's spinning wheels leave the ground
On a bicycle, freedom's flight
O'er the treetops without a sound
Veils of darkness fall out of sight

Wishing in the morning star's light
Bright tomorrows,...

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26.

A stationary bicycle
Never travels very far.
Nor sniffs the meadow flowers
Or sets the evening star.

It is far from me to criticize
The direction that you ought...
But it seems a hellenic tragedy...
Being tied to just one spot.

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For half an hour, 
he was a few feet in front of me,
trying to tame the little metal beast,  
jittery under the torrent of none-too-gentle 
dos and don'ts coming from me, 
his 6-year-old legs getting bullied by the pedals, 
his hands on the handlebars...

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MY heart rate raced as I sat and marveled at
this machine. A Cervelo S-5 carbon Bicycle.
This must be a dream! 

So Aerodynamic and efficient with a stream
lined design. With a DI-2  shifter that shifts
precisely and is so divine. 

I'm sitting here for several hours...

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I travelled around the world on my bike 
I wandered many places that you might like
 Hotels, restaurants any other places were reserved
I wanted to visit one glamour hotel
Frozen faces looked at my outlook and my modest bike
They said places reserved and no parking to...

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I rode my little bicycle 
Down the little street,
I pushed the little pedals
With my little feet,
When my little bicycle
Hit a great big bump,
I flew over the handle-bars
And landed with a thump.
I pushed my little bicycle
Home to see my mum,
She put some little band-aids on
Where I...

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To the rain
To the Sun
Evenly it stands
Alongside the pavement 
On the way to apartment

Not belonged to a man
But maybe to a woman
Not a day or a week
More than a month lasted

It was locked and
also not  old enough
To throw away or to give it free
But...

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Buy a cycle,
Bicycle,
The two wheels like souls,
Wheels rolling up and down,
Telling comes good comes bad the life,
The seat,
To adjust to fit,
The handle,
To balance from middle,
The chain,
To link with kins,
The break,
To stop at risk,
The bell,
To hear all,
Our life like a bicycle,tackle!...

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me and my bicycle
are in  a ***** relation 
at least in the state of running
at high speed it keeps balance 
but off balance my life  becomes 
while I drive  at low speed 

me and my life 
now at loggerheads 
at least in...

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Certain things you don’t forget;
They somehow get ingrained.
No matter when you learned them,
Deep inside they have remained.

Like how to burp a baby,
Swim a lap or sew a stitch;
The skillset’s there, so you can
Pull them off without a hitch.

The classic case in point, I guess,
Is how...

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A second hand bicycle
was all the master could afford,
when he came to teach
in our country school.
After years of cycling
the four miles in the rain,
it disjointed.
The saddle sat loosely,
padded with papers and rags
during lunch hour the boys
loved to pull it apart,
leaving the saddle at an angle
that...

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His name was legend, written in lore, 
Riding his bike like no human should.
He’d vault and swerve, plunge and dance,
Leap frogging my entire childhood.

He could sprint from a stop, faster than fast, 
Past everyone else on the road.
Till he came to the top of the...

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Once I had a bicycle,
A loving present from my grandfather;
Since I was his favorite granddaughter,
He granted my wish at a snap of my finger .

Since he was so old,
A new bicycle he could hardly afford;
He took his bike when he was young,
Which I found it...

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The perky saleslady looked at my aging bicycle
and asked if I would consider a newer model
something lighter
something sexier.

I told her, "My bike and I have a delicious history -
our past and future have merged into a single trajectory,
we're in this together for the long ride.

"I...

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