Best Tires Poems
I have loved him since I was young.
Through every cloud, he rose the sun.
His work was honest – one-on-one with land.
I loved this farmer and his callused hands!
Safe, strong arms would lift me to sit upon his tractor.
Picture boy and Grandpa - no memory could be happier.
Today, I took the inherited watch from my mantle.
Now the cherished timepiece accompanies my flight,
perhaps lending faith to my emotional plight.
Precious ticking in my pocket comforts my destination;
brings forth his presence and I will not try to stop it
for the watch soothes my driving desperation.
Steering, my feelings begin actively conceiving
wings in golden display soaring my car this day
thru prayer-filled air to timely see me there.
So many endless miles of thunder under my wheels.
Thoughts ever somber tumble various appeals.
I gasp down feelings he may leave before I show.
He stays in my heart’s eye while I consume highway
on burning, dedicated tires determined to fly
'cause Grandma phoned to say, Grandpa would soon die.
Categories:
tires, death, devotion, grandfather,
Form:
Rhyme
Holidays can put a lot of miles
on the gastronomical tread ...
That last slice of cake
will have you wobbling to bed
So you better hope you’re at home,
and not somewhere else instead
Because now you’re starting to feel faint,
too much turkey is giving you the meat sweats
You’re hearing sounds from Thanksgivings past,
those plump birds are cackling at you in jest:
Hula hoop
Jiggle, jiggle
Jelly, jelly
You got a spare tire
around your belly
Chicken coop
Wiggle, wiggle
Yummy, yummy
You got a spare tire
for a tummy
Kick, kick the ball
Roll it down the hall
Hit the bottom bunk
You got a spare tire
in your trunk
Skip, skip the rope fast
Don’t jump, jump slow
Silly grin ear to ear
You got a spare tire
in the rear
Then the Missus shakes and wake you
out of your childhood dream stupor
She tells you to get your coat, it’s time to go;
the car is warming up, and she’s ready to roll
In the sleigh car, you both quickly jump in
Gotta move thru the snow, ice and wind
But the car hits a frozen bump, and a tire goes flat
And the Missus tells you there’s a spare in the back
Now so warm, you don’t wanna step into the cold
Clinging to the heat inside, you don’t wanna let go
You know the Missus knows you’re just stalling for time,
so you tap her behind, and say: Which spare, yours or mine?
Categories:
tires, food, funny, holiday, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
Crushing of metal,
The sound of breaking glass,
Smell of hot engine oil
And the heat from burning gas.
All mental control was lost,
Head throbbing from emotional pain,
Vision clouded with remorseful tears
As anger pulsed through swollen veins
Shaking hands violently shifted gears
As dangerous speeds were angrily reached,
As hurting words echoed in ears
And treacherous corners made tires screech.
The road was slick with rain,
And the body numb with heartaches pain,
Unaware of red lights flashing,
Ears deaf to the oncoming train
Taken from this world
In the proverbial blink of an eye,
Without any justification
Or a clear reason why.
Was it all just for love
Or was it for a lie?
Was it due to selfishness and pity?
Or an unwillingness to even try?
Was it fate or just a random event?
It’s too puzzling yet to decide,
Because for all anyone really knows
It could have been an act
Of emotional suicide
Categories:
tires, anger, car, death, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
"We're all vehicles cruising down a road
Fresh quadruplets screwed on,
One for each corner
At first, the tires friction if sharp
Brighter than a sun in July
Gas on the same roads we took yesterday
The hills stay the same,
Routes never change
Overtime, the road can scrape up the tires
Every heartbreak, every tear shed,
They're just more friction and rocks,
Added onto the gravel road
Overtime, we all become worn like tires
What some people don't realize,
We need a break to trade our tires in,
For a refreshment to start a smoother ride"
Categories:
tires, adventure, age, community, deep,
Form:
Free verse
I keep driving around
And am bound
To encounter some flats
From some cheating Jeremy's, Brad's and Matt's
I really liked this guy
But all he ever did was make me cry
He refused to love me
When his love was all I could see
I wanted him to be true
And he would always make me blue
And the things he would do
Would show me he had someone new
He wouldn't treat me the same
And to jealousy I was in pain
It would bore into my heart
All because I was way too smart
The lies he would say
Wouldn't make the truth go away
As weird as it is to say
I'd find myself loving him another day
My heart's love couldn't be sent away
Even though, to the fool I'd often play
And one day the pain would bear fruit and I would pay
One day it will all become too much
And his love wouldn't be my crutch
I'd fall off that altar of love
And all the foolish fantasies from above
I'd look myself dead in the eye
And decide I need to find a new guy
And the cycle would begin once more...
With some new love, that I feel I adore
Maybe I will tell him that I love him more
Than the one before
But in the end...
It does not matter who I befriend
The pain is all the same
A different guy
But the same old lie...
Maybe my heart needs a few tires
It has blown a flat from all of these liars
Maybe if I get a new set
I'll be able to go a few more miles, I'll bet
A few more guys
A few more tries
But hopefully not so many liars
That consume my heart by cheating fires!
Categories:
tires, allegory, angst, loss, lost
Form:
Tires my emotions,
I'm left with dry vociferations..... (vocabulary(?))
Blanks my mind,
And severs my dictations.
Steals my thoughts,
And rapes my mind.
Breaks and violates,
Privacy shut down.
Feelings closed off,
Barred, avoiding judgement.
~Written in mid-2003 when I was fourteen/fifteen.
Categories:
tires, angst, on writing and
Form:
I’m Back
I’m back to the hotel in Springfield, Illinois.
Safe travels and great
Time on the I-55 time machine.
Old friends came along with me,
Smells of hot
Rubber, and gasoline.
New sights, some in burning
Memory, some
Schmeered across the
Windscreen of my mind.
Felt my daddy’s calm
Fall upon me somewhere
Between the wheel and
The leather.
How he loves to drive
Sitting within me as
We dream and remember
Dreaming.
Somewhere on this road
Is a place of peace
And power -
A place where skin
Meets
Turning tarmac.
‘Round the corner and
Over the Earth’s curve
Horses to hand-holds
White lines to guide
Us.
Thrumming rhythms of
Expanding gas
Reverberate within our
Chest…
And time stands still
While our spirits
Fly
Together
Out into the cooling
Flows of the rivers
Of time.
His calming spirit
Is always smiling.
His love of life
Is joy within me.
Only for a second,
And chased after for
Hours,
Visions of his beaming
Smile and crooked
Teeth fill me with
Exploding love, pushing
Out the fear and pain.
Only the harmonies of
Throaty pipes and tires’ humming
The Zen of life behind
The wheel with my
Dad.
I know I can tell you
This….
He loves my connection
To the cars we have chosen.
They are only machines
Like me, strong and
Powerful and free,
But destined to
Failure and sweet memory.
A hemi – a chassis,
A tranny quick and sure.
Boom, roar! Off
We go into the
Slip stream of time
Again.
Categories:
tires, car, father son,
Form:
Free verse
"YELLOW TIRES ON THE GRASS"
in the hours
before the hour
the grass is cut.
the cars pass
from left to
right, the cigarette
stays hot until
the end. traffic
jam on the
99 denied another
given another. dirty
clothes are made
clean the pizza
is on its
way.
By: Chicano Eddie
10-26-2016
Categories:
tires, city, food, life, october,
Form:
Free verse
You have made me so very fierce,
So your car tires, I now will pierce;
To find you car then, yes I must
Tire by tire, my knife to thrust;
With an ice pick, should I swing,
From your tires, be some air leaking;
They may even give a 'hissssss',
All four tires, I will not miss;
Loudly can the tire blast,
Loss of air will be so fast;
A loud 'pop' might be the sound,
Quick, your rims will hit the ground;
And each tire I give a blow,
Will make the sound of air letting go;
May even give 'em a second slice,
Cause you'll be paying the replacement price;
Them four tires, I can so easily stick,
And you won't catch me, I'll do it quick;
It's your four tires that I plan to poke,
And I want you to know this is no joke.
Categories:
tires, funny, imagination, life, loss,
Form:
Rhyme
In Africa since the 1960s
Africans have been driven
in vehicles with square tires
whose drivers sit and steer
behind square brake-less wheels
January to January vehicles
jerk and jolt all the way
passengers scream and shout
hardly enjoying the ride
on rough and pot-holed roads
Most times passengers
leave the seats and kneel
they pray and pray and pray
to the Al-merciful God
for journey mercies to all
No one has reached destination
few have had dreams fulfilled
some passengers jump off
as vehicles jerk their way non-stop
without surgeons causalities die
But fate has its own ways
unless the vehicles crash
until bye-standers run and grab
the square-tired vehicles
no safety for the passengers
Categories:
tires, africa, political,
Form:
Lyric
What if all our tires were square?
Well, we couldn't go here or there!
We couldn't go, well, anywhere!
If our tires were square...
We'd walk everywhere!
There wouldn't be much pollution in the air!
Airplanes couldn't take off anymore!
We'd go back in time, to the dinosaurs!
If tires were square....
We'd sail everywhere!
Circle shaped tires wouldn't be found.
Now, I am glad my tires are round.
Categories:
tires, 6th grade, car, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
On my 60" HD TV.
I saw a ragged child with a sunburst smile.
Wearing a patchy blue dress
more dirt than fabric on it.
For fun she was rolling a bent bike tire.
With a thin stick down a dog-eared road.
Somehow, she kept the ancient tire rolling straight.
She kept the tire on the straight.
Categories:
tires, child, hope,
Form:
Free verse
When I bent and reached there down,
The tire made a hissing sound;
Each puncture made a blow,
Releasing air and letting it flow;
Now look who got that simple gift,
Some flat tires, did so swift;
See the car I'm standing near?
Has whistling tires that I hear!
Categories:
tires, adventure, imagination, life, loss,
Form:
Rhyme
My bug out bag would include my grandchildren.
It would have to be large, because I have ten.
My cat and dog would go in and my wild raccoons.
They count on me for their food right?
My husband could stay home.
I have had him so long we are redundant.
We can watch eight hours of TV
And laugh at only the same things
And say the same words
For the entire time, and only these words.
I would take a jug of red grapefruit juice,
and a five tires and a large bundle of rope.
Matches for a bon fire.
Wait! I am taking the cat out.
She is ordering the children about again.
Making one cry.
The dog gets to go; she is laid back.
Is that a rat? Who brought that?
Okay. If it has a name,
How can I say no to a pet?
Categories:
tires, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
when life is running just fine
purring like a cat, in its prime
some night under a full moon
a werewolf craps on your silver spoon
turns your heart into a burning tire
Categories:
tires, angst,
Form:
Limerick