Best Bike Poems

Like a royal parade,
they waddled across
the well traveled thoroughfare
teeming with autos crawling to a stop;
otherwise road rage reduced to admiration.

The regal drake held his head high—his eyes
piercing straight ahead—oblivious to the traffic.
The obeisance of his trailing brace
reflected a solemn reverence to their chief.

A mother hen...

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We were kissing behind the bike sheds 
The future Mrs Bronte and I 
Get yourselves up to see the head 
We heard our teacher cry.
The headmaster said I'd gone too far
Practicing to save my future wife
I really shouldn't have unhooked your bra
Or given you the...

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Beneath a perpetual sky
Longing to perceive nature’s sigh,
In lanes of sparkling morning dew
Before ‘Draughton village’ we view.

Thunder lightning hoarfrost and hail
Sunbaked days when coasting the dale,
‘Bolton Abbey’ stone throw from home
Muscles taut, like a garden gnome.

West wind howling hard to face
When 'Crindles Hill’ did slow...

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Bike Riding

Once, I was able to navigate my sleek black Fuji racer, sitting arrow straight, pushing hard, and hands at my side. It’s amazing to think I was able to maintain my balance, down hills, around
unyielding corners, no plastic garbage pail stuck on my head...

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I like
my bike.

Riding, 
gliding, 

I view
sky blue

and see
grand tree.

Morn yields
corn fields -

Pasture
rapture;

Farm ploughs;
calm cows

lazing . . .
grazing

on grass
gone past.

Slow roam.
Go home....

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Bike ride,
air through my hair,
sunshine dousing my skin.
Dirt and splashed mud cover wheels.
Sweat drips
heat rises, thigh to palm to cheek.
Music comes from nature,
leaf and rock crunch
below tire....

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Among the many things that sit
Forgotten in our shed,
My son’s old bicycle called out,
Just messing with my head.

I finally decided that
The time had come to see
If it could be restored enough
To get some use from me.

I dusted off the cobwebs,
Scrubbed the frame but after that,
I...

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Bugs hitting my face
Wind in hair, feet on pedals
-Eleven again!
...

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I love my fella dearly, though I sometimes do not like,
his pure love and devotion for his bloody mountain bike,
thank god I'm easy going and I'd never make him choose,
though perhaps a little bit of that's the fear that I might lose!!!
he keeps 'her' warm...

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Bad Day for a Bike Ride
Dr. James E. Martin
©May, 2013

He rode his bike up the hill,
Amazed that he could do it still.
On the way down,
A surprise he found,
He experienced an unexpected spill....

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I
used to
love riding
my bicycle; now
pain!...

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Anyone who mountain bikes on a wilderness trail,
especially where wildlife predators are known to prevail,
are all performing a very unsafe and dangerous thing,
that could end fatally or seriously life threatening.
Wildlife preditors like bears have very poor vision,
so when they see a blur moving fast off...

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I learned on a relic...quite bent out of shape, 
          rusty and dented..... and not even quaint!..,
An rattle-trap, hand-me-down, that had seen better days
A ten year old's wishes, had faded away....

But, then on my birthday, as...

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it was the week after Christmas,
the one when fate had granted me my fondest wish,.....
(a lustrous, ruby-red, Schwinn bicycle that sported a basket in the front, and a bell to ring.)

On that cold, late December night, I'll always remember how suddenly the sky was stained...

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A bunch of dry lime leaves like schoolkids runs 
across the street. Be careful, do not slip
on crispy morning frost. I see someone’s
bike on its side, its owner rubs his hip.

Are you okay? He is okay. A crow
pecks out a crumpled tinfoil. What's inside?
Alas, inedible....

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