Best Vehicle Poems
Hear ye, hear ye: Listen to my timeless presentation
If you'd like to conquer anger, irritation, or vexation.
My name is Emerson, Ralph Waldo if you please,
I founded Transcedentalism, creating a fresh breeze
Which elevates and fortifies an individual's will and spirit,
To withstand provocations intended expressly to smear it.
The vehicle is simple, a child's plaything:
A spinning top designed to give us a wing,
To raise us above petty squabbles and strife,
Bringing peace to the world, enriching life.
The top has four sides, each with a letter,
Symbolic of strategies to help us to better
Withstand darts and arrow aimed by others at us
As we keep our own counsel: Discuss---never cuss.
Spin the top as fast as you can,
Wait eagerly to see where it lands;
If 'B' is face up, it means 'Breath:'
So 'Take a Deep Breath;'
Exhale -- Anger's died an angelic death!
Spin you magic top again:
If it lands on 'S,'
Smile your widest smile,
Grin your jolliest grin:
Now there's no way at all for irritation to seep in!
Once more twist your top;
Watch it land on 'C.'
'Count to 100,' then wait and see:
From vexation you'll flee;
You'll feel only glee!
The last side the top can land on is 'L.'
'L' stands for 'Loss' -- Compare it with 'Gain:'
You Anger will only land you in Trouble again,
Whereas Peace and Tranquility win the day,
Providing adults much-needed opportunity for play.
Now I know our tops are not cheap,
They're priced pretty high;
But what matters money
When you soar to the sky?
February 28, 2018
I think the car companies have done pretty good.
By making cars with something better under the hood.
Just try to imagine what they drove back in nineteen twenty.
I’ll bet you wouldn’t be seen in that today for love nor money.
In our cars we can travel from coast to coast;
without praying to the father, the son, and the holy ghost.
You know saving our planet shouldn’t be just a one way street
Why don’t we all pipe down, and get off our lazy little seat
Or we could all just preach to the choir like Jimmy Fallon.
Still waiting for the days of one hundred miles to the gallon.
I say put your money where your mouth is;
turn it around on them, and don’t give them the bizz.
If you’re at home go and sit outside.
When where you’re going is close; walk it don’t ride.
Think of all the money you’ll get to save and feel healthier too.
When we play our part the planet will keep its riches, and the Earth will thank you.
Yeah, who wouldn’t like a car that got three times the gas mileage, and didn’t pollute.
Instead of complaining about the way things are; lets all show we really give a hoot.
My entry in Robb A. Kopp's contest
"Eco-friendly Vehicles"
student they are
on the wings of knowledge,
on mirthful wings of angel,
on light of inside and outside
smiling touches them purely
fresh mind, fresh eye view to the future
they are frolicsome for acquiring knowledge
together footsteps on the airway road
crossing they are every step of offshoot thinking
smiling, playing, gossiping, seeing, looking
and walking to the bright career
they are child to teenage on same base
on angelic wings and heavenly light
suddenly the MounTain LigHt comes upon them
comes upon them as Fat-Man and Little-Boy
it burns their wings of angelic soul
put off the light of happiness
cut up the two souls from their chain
wounded many of their caravan
MounTain LigHt brings mourning bliss for them!
it has no soul, no eye, no veins, no blood of kindness
it understands only the procession of death
it understands royal roads of Dhaka, Chattogram,
Rajshahi, Khulna, Rangpur, Sylhet, Barishal
it understands tareque masud, mishuk munier to Mim, Rajib and so on
it understands the darkness of grave yard
it understands the death angel Azraeal and greets him on inert roads
it understands a bier and shrouded dead body
it understands the epitaph with bereavement motherly tears
oh! light of life is not secured still on road
every innocent soul is devoured abruptly
giant death angel transform himself on vehicle
it comes as MounTain LigHt and fires, razes
nonsense demonic driver enjoys the race on bail
excited uncontrolled peoples ruminate stability,
demolish more lively soul in blind emotion
oh! death you are mad provoker on road to road
-August 09, 2018
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Note: - written on Diya Khanam Mim and Abdul Karim Rajib, student of Shaheed Ramiz Uddin Cantonment College, Dhaka were died on 29 July, 2018, Jabal-e-Noor Paribahan ran over them!
What a fun
I'm getting tickle,
to write a poem,on
eco-friendly vehicle!
Isn't it better
to write an essay,
old school days
you may say!
Let me try
for a while,
to write a rhyme
in my style!
I have got
a friendly vehicle,
with some eco-
just miracle!
Some people say
vehicle no:11,
capable of reaching
even to heaven!
I prefer,to
walk on foot,
what a vehicle
simple and cute!
Isn't it friendly
with some eco-,
you people decide
let me go!
© kashinath karmakar (25th May,2011)
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Contest:Eco-friendly vehicle
Sponsor:Robb A. Copp
Vehicle Island
While the owners of parked cars at the seaside
sat in overcrowded restaurants and was served
by sweat dripping waiters the cars started and
drove in a neat formation into the sea.
A mass suicide that lit up the sea for hours, but
more cars came and they became an island
and when there were no more cars left, motorbikes
were used as top soil.
Up from this mess grew traffic cones filling the space
with stop signs and pelican crossings.
A bike, a fortune for a bike, the moneyed class said
and there were the street fights; “it is my bike no I saw it first”
the veneer of civility broke down.
When the populace stole the horses of the Gypsies
undelaying social hatred broke out; it was their right
to steal to defend their country and the Gypsies
horseless now had to live behind tall walls this because
prisoners don’t need cars.
A slow and painful crash
Where one sees one's face
Approach the dashboard in infinite detail
Where one has time
To check one's fear in the mirror
But instead takes a suck on a vape
And puts one's foot down
And, speeding through abandoned suburbs,
Is caught in a storm of fire.
Carry me from the burning vehicle?
No, better to wait inside
And watch thoughts fly from window to window
Like glowing ashes
Until the mind is quiet
And the roof withers with embers
Lilac in their demise
For only in silence
Can the sphere of the stars unfold
And the old clepsydra drip dry, again.
Life is like a vehicle,
No wheels,
In reverse experience,
Forward hope,
Around reality,
Within your self,
Drive!
life's a vehicle
on jagged highway.
we're all passengers;
some folks ride shotgun,
and some in the back.
destinations,
dreams; all vary.
some do reach theirs,
some end up lost...
cruising on
vehicle
known as life;
end of
the road
death.
Date written: 09/28/2021
Vehicles of verse serve to prove
how passions and purposes move
from mind to mind.
Our choice letters turn into words;
missives sung by persuasive birds
no axe to grind.
Optimal words will brake at lines
to drive the stanzas home by signs
a nest to find.
While I prefer form as my gauge
some free range bards refuse that cage
the wing-it kind.
Vehicles of verse are the arm
empowering content to charm
when wined and dined.
August 19, 2020
contest Second Chances NA poems of 2020 Part III
hostess: Chantelle Anne Cooke
received NA in Emile Pinet's contest: Tail Rhyme Stanza Poetry Contest judged 8/26/2020
Made of plastic instead of metal
At prices on which you can settle
In this economy
If you're asking me
I'll just take one that I can pedal
Entry for Robb Kopp's "Eco-Friendly Vehicles" Contest
It gets warm
And it gets hot.
The hurricanes are coming
While life goes.
It gets hot,
It cools down
And everything falls in together.
My blood begins to churn,
My mind is of a stir
And my eyes look upon the vehicle
With love.
She is my heart,
She is my solace,
She is mine and maybe
She is me,
For I am in her iris
While she is in mine,
And the tip of the heart lies below.
Living vehicle on Earth of Earthly life
driving through the path of actions
accompanying with all other living vehicles
having or not nearer and dearer relationships
keep in mind that others have their own destinations
need to carry on duties for the sake of responsibilities
to keep all safe on the way from any damages
even of self try to reach self destination
few run slowly with slow thoughts
few slightly speedier as bi-cycles do with
few on motor bikes few on costly cars’ speed
someone ends nearby someone ends at distant
help if anyone falls in trouble on the route
because all we pave towards individual destinations
for safety and security need to take proper care
to help others to help self duty’s to share
Valiantly Driving Vehicle
Once was valiantly driving my vehicle
Ran into a problem ending up in a pickle;
Lane shift or change;
Mentality derange;
Have been happier riding my bicycle.
Jim Horn
Poetry is relatively new to me
Spent a lifetime just trying to survive
To explore deep down, never had the time
To discover what's hiding inside
Unearthed an exciting and brand new world
That I've only begun to explore
Poetry is the vehicle on which I now ride
Opening intriguing new doors
Providing journeys to exotic places
To experience for the very first time
A whole new world not previously known
Residing deep down in my mind
Never been known as a philosopher
'Hands on' has always described me
Words are now just clamouring to get out
Fingers are flying cross the keys
So thank you P-Soup for setting me free
To allow what's inside to emerge
Providing my soul with a daily platform
On which to satisfy my urge
© Jack Ellison 2013
Time to buy a new vehicle , where do I start
The possibilities are endless, the only I know for sure is that alot of money is about to depart
Should I invest in a foreign ride or one from my own country
So many types to choose from,which one might it be
Should I stick to gas, go electric, or maybe a combination of both
Having to decide on a small car good on gas, or perhaps an SUV considering our family's continuing growth
I guess I have to choose a color that would appeal to the whole family
Should I trade the old girl in, or sell it privately
A decision has finally been made, off to the dealership, time to rejoice
With the stroke of a pen and shake of a hand a new vehicle I am about to depart in
As I pull up to my driveway my family awaits, everyone hops in,we go for a spin