Best Motorcycle Poems

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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I watch my husband

he cleans his motorcycle

ready to put away...

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Mustached, smiling motorcycle man.
Marvelous medic. Perennial helping hand.
Stony chuckle, mainstay of Auburn clan.
Journey well. May your afterlife be grand.

-Angel Fatale-
-r.i.p. Rob...

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Motorcycle Persecution gone mad.

Are they persecuting Posties?
On the streets of Brissy town ,
Cos them brawny bloody bikies,
Have made the Police to frown,

Hells Angels on Vespas,
 on the footpath  interviewed,
Do you have the drugs upon ya,
Is ya doing something lewd?

Nah we just taking Teddys to...

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The Motorcycle Gang

A venue was set
 Folks came from miles around
 Just to hear the music & get down
 The band was wailing on their guitar
 A solo was underway
 The brews were flowing
 Suddenly the leader of the pack rolled in
 It was the...

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Trying to shoot the moon!
Your butt looks like octomom’s womb.
Inclined as you ride.
Not a crack you can hide. 
The seat got lost in a tomb.

© May 23 2010 For Carolyn’s “Battle of the Bulge” contest....

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Flying leathers with the wind, 
engine roaring at top speed,
black-gloved hands gripping handles,
golden wings crown her glory,
she's no brother, she's no angel,
she's Motorcycle Mama,
hot to go at green light,
making heads turn at the 
unusual sight.

Forty-five and still a looker,
sitting on her black-leather throne,
she's the queen...

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A girl wanted a motorcycle real bad
So she borrowed the money from dad
She passed a pet shop
A monkey was bought
But it took all the money she had!

With fur on the floor everywhere
To the girl it just didn't seem fair
She called her pop
To say, "Guess what?"
"My...

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The motorcycle being the ride
God’s word being the preaching stride
The ride leading believers into salvation
The spoken word being God’s own revelation
Faith that Heaven can only create
Unbelief is nothing more than to hesitate
Praying hands with indication needing participation
Then it is the Holy Spirit that gets the...

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(Rhyming Senryu)

Cold and careful hands
Dismantle love’s elements
Methodically

The eye detecting
Fragile fractured copper threads
Dispassionately

Concentrating fire
Melting metal, soldered wire
Mending circuitry

Testing, one, two, three
The current, interrupted
Now set flowing free

How beautifully
Cool flux and hot flame restore
Conductivity

Love’s analogy
Motorcycle maintenance
Electricity

by Gail...

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i am bare-headed
on his motorcycle
every mile is in his hands
i am free,
sight-seeing,
adventurous
i am with the wind
with the road
on a trip 
to nowhere
it's the experience
 that i love...

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Midnight rides—his pulse aligns with the thunder beneath him
fingers tracing her curves polishing fire into steel.

Wind against his skin she sings beneath him once more
Saturday mornings spent bathing her shine in devotion

One last glance—wait for me—before stepping inside
his grip firm not on the world but...

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In seventy-eight, my steel-stallion, KZ1000, 
   pride, wind in my hair.
Its Sissy Bar, firm tether, bag secured, 
   my wanderlust's prayer.

Where sun, snow, wind sculpt my journey's theme 
   my odyssey untamed, my spirit free.
No car to claim, just...

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Our house makes sounds I never heard before -
they're part of the new nightmare-themed decor.
Former comfy rooms, styled with love's heartbeat,
now seep scatty aches, ice spiked with incomplete.

Whether I'm here or there, you're everywhere
igniting more heart weight inside my despair.
Our home that staged our coupled...

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You ride through shadows, chasing dawn,
But you never saw the storm you spawned.
I’m not the girl you left behind--
I walk the dark with purpose, spine.

Your wheels may spin on borrowed fate,
But I was born to navigate.
I don't chase ghosts or beg for grace;
I set my...

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