Best Tricycle Poems

~My Tricycle~

Christmas  eve,
I could not help but peek.

There it was, a blue and pinkish bike.
With streamers all for me...

A ride, I wanted to feel inside.
A surprise, I ruined for my eyes.
The joy I felt, a naughty kid like me could not hide.

Running back into...

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With a smile upon my face and a twinkle in my eye
I rode my sister's tricycle with an accomplished sigh 
Traveling as fast as my three year old legs could carry me
Feeling the wind in my hair, I was filled with joyous glee.

But my happiness...

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My first tricycle should have been built for two
My baby sister jumped on the back
Down through the woods we zoomed
Running into a tree, I scraped my knee
Across the handle bars she flew
My beautiful tricycle could not be fixed
The cuts and scrapes were only small knicks
We...

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The tricycle army

What does a tricycle mean to a three year old?
Just as another plaything, does, it, she behold?
Loving  it like the grown-up’s love for love’s madness
On it, she roves about  the yard and inside the house.
But , is it all there is...

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As a kid I tried to ride a tricycle down a hill
Start was fine, but as speed inclined the handlebars shaking grew
To wobbling crescendo, and the trike bike ejected me the dill.

I also tried billycarts galore racing down dogleg hill slope descent
Trouble was where did...

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Look
I can
Ride my tricycle
On only two wheels

because I have to
till we fix it
and fix it we will
in the poor quarters
downtown

the tricycle
in our midst is
overused and well shared
among many

It's because we care
for each other
and the little things we
do and have matter

that I can ride
my tricycle
on two...

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I tied a string to my tricycle handle.
In the basket, I placed a shining candle.  
From the other end, I tied a balloon. 
By hook and crook, I knew that one day soon, 
I'd be in the court of the Crimson King.  
But...

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Jesyca


A little girl full of life with so much love
for her papa. It was love at first sight
when papa laid eyes on her at her birth.
He was her nanny; papa never laid
her down but cradled her in his arms
until it was time to leave.

He was...

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Jesyca


A little girl full of life with so much love
for her papa. It was love at first sight
when papa laid eyes on her at her birth.
He was her nanny; papa never laid
her down but cradled her in his arms
until it was time to leave.

He was...

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