Best Driving Poems
I want to take a drive tonight
through a maze of half-lit roads
paved in onyx shadows.
I want to follow starry streets
that roll in waves of cold concrete
beneath the opal moon.
I want to cruise across the city
through pockets of rose gold light
that bury me in brightness
before throwing me back into night.
I want to merge with this sea of speed,
hear that feline engine purr,
watch the world fly by in abstraction--
an incandescent blur.
I want to join the glowing ribbon
of headlight pearls on midnight highways
that twirl and spin in shimmering arcs
of taillight rubies.
bright gleaming cat's eyes
glowing like a string of pearls
guiding us at night
Cat's eyes were created in 1934 by a British Inventor called Percy Shaw.
12/12/17
I gaze beyond
the sky of sapphires,
waiting for a
spark of sailing light,
listening to
the balmy breeze~
they kiss the
rays of silver,
with tales of
my eclipsed past.
Maybe tonight dandelion
wind will dance in sync~
to sunset kayaks cruising
through wounded waves,
shimmering amidst
tear-stained dunes…
I lean on the seething sea
of seven sisters,
to rewrite my destiny~
learning from flawed art
within my aching heart.
But am I the one at fault?
or were you the
reason we fought?
I question the twirling time,
passing through
hues of forest haze.
Was the blame in
broken melodies~
strung from frail strings
of my antique guitar?
Maybe, somewhere
down the lane of
finding myself,
I lost our rhythm,
trying to fine-tune
symphonies of
frozen love.
Now I’m gliding towards
the moonlight
away from the
soulless midnight,
to reach a cosy shore
where I can knit
quilted patterns,
unraveling a place
that feels like home.
As I’ve been searching
for an island that has no
lifelines of faded vows,
so I’m running
from the limelight;
ice green footprints,
following me and
our musical memories,
like sinister silhouettes.
I never thought that
you were the one,
I always knew I was the
throned queen of darkness.
Who will it be next,
to rescript this
tattooed misery?
Maybe, a poet with
an acrylic quill softer
than the air I breathe.
Now I’m gliding towards
the moonlight
away from the
soulless midnight,
to rise above the silence.
I still hope that I’ll waltz
through a sphere
where warmth
of faith flickers in
colors of honeyed hope,
and home will no
longer be an illusion,
etched on dusky feathers
of diamond dreamcatchers.
Someday, hourglass pearls
will fall in shades of
this poem I’ve woven
in starry ink~
this is the unfinished story of
You and I.
A nervous old driver from Barking
Was awful at driving and parking
He’d curse and he’d cuss
Make such a huge fuss
And suffer his wife’s constant carping
6th March 2015
My driving I thought was sublime
But I failed my test the first time
Staring down at the wheel
It was hard to conceal
That failure to me was a crime
So I applied to take another test
Very determined I would try my best
I answered every question
And I drove to perfection
The examiner was very impressed!
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We will all die ~
despite screaming
brains try for thought.
Wrong lane, wrong way.
Death delay, pray.
Cars stray and honk.
Oh, please, cars – clear ~
a turn appears,
I steer; all cheer.
Driving my kids crazy
Every day and night
Because my mind is hazy
Nothing comes out right
Still, I keep on teaching
The foggy lessons in my head
At the end of all my preaching
There's but one thing said
"I know what you are saying...
You said that yesterday."
In their heads their praying
I will go away
Still, they do consult me
When they are truly stuck
But, if I get to wordy
They'll be out of luck
The message will start hazing
From their doe-eyed sight
This act starts with a glazing
Of eyes and face and light
I see their minds have left me
They are waiting out their time
And if, they ignore me
It is a small crime
I know my kids all love me
And I feel just the same
Still I hope they'd all agree
In this there's no blame
And so I may keep yapping
Each and every day
But If disaster's tapping
I'll be on the way
I just want to guide my kids
Not drive them away
As I watch them roll those lids
I see the end of day
Okay, I'll be quiet now
No more torture, pain, or strife
And if, you'll just show me how
I'll go e-mail my wife
“Your honor, after consulting with the District Attorney, we have agreed to a plea bargain agreement. The father, mother and sisters of the victim have requested that in lieu of a jail sentence, justice would better be served if my client be ordered to pay only restitution which would include the following”...
Walk back to that street
Crawl inside that wreck
Feel his last heartbeat
Touch his broken neck
Wake up in their dream
Face their blackest fears
Hear his mother scream
Weep their wretched tears
Stumble through their haze
Hate their morning lights
Trudge through empty days
Dread their sleepless nights
Cower on their edge
Hear their demons hiss
Slip upon their ledge
Fall in their abyss
Toe the line you crossed
Bear the cross you made
Lose what they have lost
Pay the price they paid
driving away
from a long pristine shoreline
where waves roll upon sand
corralled by crumbling cliffs
driving toward
a haven for sunbathers
listening to ice cream vendor’s jingles
on boardwalk backed beaches
In the rear view mirror
darkness touches the ground
out where thousands of freedoms
shine in a sapphire sky
through the windscreen
an orange glow reaches to the heavens
a million incandescent possibilities
illuminating the avenues of advance
and you in the driver’s seat
lit by dashboard lights
your hands commanding the wheel
persistently pursuing promising prospects
I hear you're learning to drive...
Straight Ahead, make No U-Turn!
Beware each Speed Bump Ahead.
Naught can Tow Away your dreams.
Do not lose focus - Stay Right.
Do not fear any Sharp Curve.
Do not Yield to impatience
(Do Not Enter that sad scene).
There's One Way - let wisdom guide,
Stop when your vision gets blurred.
Keep Clear of every Dead End,
Proceed With Caution, boldly!
Immodest mouse (though sheepishly I drive):
Cheese-poof ambition traps shred Plexiglas;
Life’s tint is circus; freaks pedaling thrive;
My spinner’s stopped, feline-stripped out of gas.
Cradled in moon’s ambitious pseudo-shine,
Not that I could, see I’ve nowhere to go;
Clawed dizzy by stars she hangs as a shrine,
Marathons end; unfinished lines won’t glow.
Out of fuel. Out of road. Locked out of car,
Stained trips on oil-leaks cadaverous spilt;
Climbing the gallows I’ll soon be a star,
Thumb-tacked eternal; pierce sharp lunar guilt.
As I ascend, I wink once at the moon
Just to remind her - she’ll come down real soon.
I want a car, an older car, a 56 Corvette
That will drive down the highway miles, speeding fast with no regret.
I want a car that's sleek and smooth and gives one helluva ride.
An old car that knows its stuff and can do a "Hollywood Slide".
approach a green light
reflection greeting my car
slivers of brightness
An idiot driver cut in front of me on the freeway
Just because they did not get the big picture
I have to slam on my brakes?
Could I let it slide?
Apparently not.
I threw my hands up like “what the heck?”
She gave me the bird.
I gave her one back.
She gave me two birds.
Who was driving there?
I chased her down the freeway,
We are both honking now, acting six-years-old.
She is driving so fast it is utterly ridiculous.
I can barely keep up with her.
Luckily I am driving my husband’s Mercury.
You can go one hundred in it, and it feels like fifty.
I was horrified when we both turned off at the same ramp.
Slunk back a bit when we again headed the same direction.
Was shocked when her turn signal showed me the parking lot I wanted.
We both ended up in front of the same restaurant, and it was not open yet.
“That was FUN!” she shrieked at me.
“Did you know it was ME?” she asked.
I gave her a big hug. My best friend, Susan, had apparently gotten a new car.
“Of course!” I lied.
Next destination the morgue.