Best Harley Poems

He showed up dressed in black leather
Dates aren’t meant to last forever
It wasn’t just fun  
He was on the run
A hostage date was --quite clever...

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We were waiting for Grandma, thought she would bring an Uber
Knowing Gram, said Jack, she might come down the stream in a tube-r.
We were watching to the east, but she came flying in on the right.
Riding her new Harley, which somehow felt just right....

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Engraved in chromes steel, is benedictions creed
The road warrior's born to be free mentality,
A legacy's name embossed in history, behold
The American Harley Davidson Motorcycle. 
Fires hell bound creation, blazing down the
Interstates two lane highway, feasting upon
The concrete and asphalt jungle, it lives to be driven,
And...

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HARLEY DAVIDSON

The roar of the victorious twins that spark,
Enigma of the spotless glint in the dark,
The riders, symbolic of rare brood,
Tattooed with insignia and bandana as hood.

Third year of the twentieth century, there starts a stride,
Relentlessly over a century, stands stout in pride,
The post First...

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For Harley
Love,
Aunt Meghan

*I wrote this poem for my sister, brother-in-law, niece, and nephews when their beloved dog, Harley, the sweetest chunk of marshmallow dog you could every love, passed to the Rainbow Bridge.  It includes a few of our other family pets who preceded...

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there once was a  boy named harley
who had a chopper that was narley
he spun it around soo fast
and ended up in a cast
that is why his name is Harley!...

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The Harley Davidson and me

Hover bikes of the future
Really not for me
Give me wheels upon the ground
I want my Harley D
My veins all feel the power 
When the engine starts to yell
Cos now I am an Angel
An Angel here from hell 

Gridlocked on the highway
But...

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MY HARLEY
             *********

(M)  mount my  Harley made of metal
(O)  on its wide saddle seat I will settle
(T)   taking the throttle into my hand
(O)  opening it up at...

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When you wake up in the morning 
And it's beautiful outside 
You spiffy up your Harley 
Because you want to take a ride
 
Your woman gets excited 
Because she wants to get a taste 
Of her riding on the back seat 
With her arms around...

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Brown red shiny grey trees
twisting peeling upward
into canopies of myriad pastel leaves
waving over tightly clustered
rusting house trailers
A squeezed in deck with barbecue umbrella
and third hand lamp stand
the ever present  plastic bucket upturned 
by packing crates for table
A Harley rumbles gutturally  behind
a cute converted...

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Paul C. Burk

A Sestina you would Harley notice.

No mere mortal will ever ride a Hog 
that shines and gleams in all its chrome 
and paint. It’s a steed to search for one’s spirit, 
a quest one hopes will never come to an end,
 forcing one...

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I love my Harley
Riding along
Hair blowing in the breeze
With the greatest of ease

Sun shining
Hot and wet
Sitting on my Harley
With a look of content

The breeze is cool
Upon my neck
My hand upon the handle
Riding my Harley

Racing down the street
Moving to the beat
My heart is racing
A sound so...

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a horse of a different color
chaps of a different kind
wrap my legs around
as I climb on behind
Sunday on the Harley
a favorite of mine...

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Took My New Harley For A Morning Spin

I found a treasure chest without a key
It was full of hope, ocean and blue sea
A few gems, some golden coins sprinkled in
Much other loot my head began to spin.
Map inside showing cave full with gold crowns
Just over...

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I love the sound of the name Dream Machine,
It sounds like a Harley all painted and mean,

And ridden by bikers who are all dressed in leather,
Who ride around proudly in sunshiny weather.

But I doubt that a motor bike’s what you are getting,
To take one in...

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