Best Lorry Poems

Lorry - A Haiku---

on the glowing dawn
a lovingly lorry sings
because of the pond

3/13/19...

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The lorry driver
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

He is not at home
He is on an open
Dark wide road
With potholes.
His precious family
His treasure home
Is on his mind.
On his shoulders
Is a long lorry
With everyone's need.

Lorry driver
His restless arm
His calm arm..

With full of hope
He drives a load
Of provisions.
His steering wheel
He grips tightly
As...

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beamy morning sun
big a, intense lorry calls
warm because it's just 
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blinding morning sun
a first, intense lorry calls
at the perfect warm

2/24/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©...

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warming spring waters
where a heavy, lorry stalks
watching the lake splash
~
warming spring waters
when a motor, lorry stalks
betrayed by the lake



3/19/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©...

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aurora beaming
a ton, living lorry walks
at the perfect king


break the light of day   
a small, living lorry walks
rejoicing the king

7/15/19

Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019...

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Can one a whole day spend saying 'sorry':
Can man fill with 'sorry' back of lorry?

Methinks it would make a sight gory
Craving 'longest sorry' for one's glory:
Someone quite like you hairy or furry
To with 'voiced sorry' your favor curry...

It was a full day of it to...

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Hilary was in a killing hurry,
Not wanting to miss a math class,
In her growing worry
Shattered a glass!
Now, she must favor curry
With two stalwarts
Who wouldn’t let this pass:
Humiliation-loving Harry
Who sat his offenders on time-consuming grass
And pain-inflicting twin Larry
Who could crush a not too mischievous lass.

You take...

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White flag is the biggest worry
Of combat-ready soldiers already in a moving lorry:
Of communities with vampires thirst for blood
Wishing to with the dead cemeteries flood...

Of militants who denied the chance for murder
For themselves feel mortally sorry
And dreadfully out of order
The restraining factor, a  thing...

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