Best Windshield Wiper Poems
My heart responds to every silent thing
The evening star, the chill of winter's sting
A world so white serene and still
The pink farewell of sun behind the hill
When day is done and worries creep
And troubles keep my thoughts from sleep
Outside there shines a twinkling star
In silence spreads it's light afar
Reminding me to keep my dreams
To trust God's light, through window streams
For moon will shine on shadowed sill
And birds still sing through wind and chill
All nature has this truth to hold
Beyond the winter, beyond the cold
There lies the dream that brings again
The simple beauty of the rain
Tomorrow comes on sparrow wings
And always brings a promised spring
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I printed this poem, unsigned, folded it around a single rose from my garden
and left it under the windshield wiper of a neighbor's car (parked in her driveway).
She has been having a hard time, caring for a parent with Alzheimer's.
Categories:
windshield wiper, hope, nature
Form:
Couplet
Diagonal snow
Glides effortless through
the countryside of the
Amputee windshield
For the passenger side
Has always had a reticent view
Steam rises loftily
From a topless treat
Of gas station coffee
That which further
Obfuscates the scene
Mousey and silent
Each flake falls
Like the wings of
An owl unhurried
Speckling the air
With flurries of tiny
Feathers
If snow is a blanket, is the
Earth a frightened child?
Is there a force, a specter
So haunting it summons
A crystal storm that beguiles,
Sure, a burden to some
But a spectacle for all.
High beams undress
The night, slipping away
Its silken onyx sundress
In its unblinking gaze I
Recall conversations with
Someone I no longer see
Hoping for fireplace romance
Surrounded in snow globe scenery
I try not to live
in the squall of regret
Even if every drop
Falls so softly, I must
Simply keep my foot
On the petal, and listen
To the engine’s counsel
Its kind whispering pistons.
Categories:
windshield wiper, loneliness, memory, night, silence,
Form:
Free verse
Hey! What if a computer were a car?
So much more economical, by far!
You see at once advantages galore
With all that high-tech wizardry in store.
A virtual computer set on wheels.....
This surely is the very best of deals!
You rush to buy one of these "guided missiles",
Your automotive "Dell" with bells and whistles.
.................Fast forward now to one month down the road.
Your frenzied brain is ready to explode!
You found your car would crash three times a week!
You had to pay some sly computer geek
To get the blasted engine up and running.
(His service bills were nothing less than stunning.)
You learned that turning on the windshield wiper
Would mean you really had to "pay the piper"!
By sensing you clicked on that wiper part,
Your car would shut down and would not restart!
Your airbag system's totally annoying;
It asks you "Are your sure?" before deploying.
Your precious car insists, as it to scoff,
You must press "start" to turn the darn thing off!
Just when these gimmicks you begin to doubt,
Your car without a reason locks you out!
"Access denied!" until by luck you pressed
At once the grille and hood. (Who would have guessed?)
You feel betrayed by this hybrid computer?
You should have bought a plain old two-wheeled scooter!
Categories:
windshield wiper, computer-internet, confusion, fantasy, funny,
Form:
Couplet
Several moons ago, I caught someone
Dead to rights, without him noticing
I was just yards away as he
Clamped a nasty car note down
With my windshield wiper; all because
I unknowingly took the parking spot he wanted.
Really mean things written in the note
I still vividly remember...
"_my_, you bastard"
"next time, show some respect!"
Before walking into his car to leave,
I gently tapped him on the shoulder
And startled him half to death!
Eyeball to eyeball, we froze in realization;
We aren't total strangers!
Oh wow, we live just 3 blocks apart!
I handed the note back saying...
"I've read it. I don't need it anymore"
Then I walked away, resisting the urge
To unleash a torrent of contumely on him
I felt angry and offended,
But the thought of someday
Returning the favor never crossed my mind
I chose to believe he was simply
Having a bad day. Besides, I could tell
He was stressed and felt bad when I turned
To look back at him seconds after walking away.
It is tough taking the high road, forgiving vitriol
Directly at you, but I felt free doing so, thanks to God.
I pray that God continues to help him the same way, too.
The High Road Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Date written: 10/23/2021
*vulgar words deleted on purpose*
Categories:
windshield wiper, anger, forgiveness, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
slow black, dancing white
the return of Han Solo
windshield wiper snow
Categories:
windshield wiper, nature
Form:
Haiku
Quiet Storm
With whispers of winds you blow, gently across the sky,
Arrival barely noticed, soft clouds, misty rain inside.
Your drops tickling the leaves, of the weeping willow trees,
As they bow willingly, to the airs’ fresh smelling breeze!
Then sudden sounds of rumbling, flickers of light therewith,
Followed by heavy rain; car windshield wiper moving quick.
The shades of blue from above, now a gray and white blanket,
People taking cover, closing windows, lights off “click!”
Soon there’s calm, the sun appears, its rays glowing bright,
Each blade of grass rain nourished, standing tall in the light.
Birds and Squirrels’ at play, leaping from limb to limb,
Playing, catch me if you can, enjoying gaiety on a whim!
What seemed a brutal outburst, was over before we knew,
Mother Natures’ wrath, a “quiet storm” had bid us all adieu!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 12/8/16
Categories:
windshield wiper, appreciation, environment, growth, introspection,
Form:
Light Verse
CONCERTED STRUGGLE
Armed only with a thin baton to juggle
He faces an orchestrated struggle
Looks at the plan on the rostrum
Begins under breath with patrem-nostrum
Then a thousand tadpoles on telephone wires
Hundreds of blackbirds on barred barriers
Dozens of clothes-pegs on washing lines
He lunges into his defence designs
Fencing with the imaginary opponent mass
Stabbing viciously at the brass
Windshield wiper action for the string-strums
Thrust and parry over towards the kettle drums
Dizzy from the many-headed enemy
Hair is shaking, face is twitching - there’s too many
The noises continually blaring
Screeching, wailing, twanging, scaring
He finally concedes, stops the fight,
And they too give up the struggle for the night
After this cacophonous riot
There’s a little peace and quiet
Categories:
windshield wiper, music
Form:
Narrative
Tring Tring: Is that you?
Yes, my love how do you do?
Hey! I bought a new pair of shoes,
This time my shoe size is two!
Oh dear, you look so cute,
In your little boots!
My cutie son in dungaree navy blue!
A sheath dress, a watch, a ring and a cake for you!
Would you come! Please, make my wish come true!
O my love! My honey, I am always around you.
Close your eyes and feel the breeze,
Come on, let’s play all day through!
Just look into Daddy’s eyes,
We are dying for your sight.
God needed my body,
But my soul is with you.
Daddy’s windshield wiper,
You are the bravest tiger!
Sharp at twelve, we will cut the cake and celebrate.
Be there, don’t make me wait!
Just hug your Daddy tight,
And share the cake’s bite!
Sandwiched in between,
I can feel you two, right!
Mommy, I got to go.
I have to dress up for the show.
Tring Tring, is that you?
Yes honey, I love you, I miss you.
Why did you go……………………………………..
Categories:
windshield wiper, family, leaving, longing, love,
Form:
What takes a company
The size of Ford
To rip of an inventor
Of its own accord
Typical conglomerate
Thinking they own the world
Taken on by an individual
He must be so absurd
In 1978
A Mr Robert William Kearns
Sued Ford Motor Company
For patent infringement earns
It finally went to trial
In the year 1990
A victory for Justice
Against those, who thought they were mighty
Even Chrysler crumbled
As he and his family fought
In America's courts of law
They refused to be bought
Who is Robert William Kearns
As you read this you may ask
He was just a simple inventor
What he invented did its task
The next time it starts to rain
And you are driving in your car
The intermittent windshield wiper
Made this inventor, a court room star
In memory of Mr Robert William Kearns
March 10, 1927 – February 9, 2005
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-6.php
Categories:
windshield wiper, business, family, history
Form:
Rhyme
At Seder 1 we helped prepare
The soup and matzoh balls served there,
The hard-boiled eggs and chicken dressed
In farfel flakes, which tastes the best.
At tables set to serve sixteen,
With kids and grandfolk on the scene,
We read and sang, sipped wine and juice,
The atmosphere relaxed and loose.
The meal complete, the kids ran ‘round,
The afikomen finally found.
The grown-ups schmoozed, dessert consumed
‘Til things slowed down as bedtime loomed.
For Seder 2, we hit the road
And drove in windshield-wiper mode
To visit family miles away
Where overnight we planned to stay.
The Seder table, set for five,
Did beckon us to keep alive
Within Haggadahs Ken revised
The same old tale, but modernized.
We dug into delicious food,
Conversing in a festive mood.
No kids around, but Darby’s tail
Was wagging on an epic scale.
Two Seders, different and unique,
To welcome in this matzoh week
Were back-to-back reminders of
The past and present, fused with love.
Categories:
windshield wiper, holiday, jewish,
Form:
Rhyme
Poindexter swivels
his index finger swiftly
as if a windshield wiper
“Look there, and there, and there”
Breathtaking, the vista soaring behind my eyelids
Cobwebs, thick like drapes,
wisps of what was then,
anchored to what is now.
Still pretentious —
as if meaning can be derived by thinking too hard
Hippie beads clink
as if I’m in a record shop
Elton John’s glasses
bopping to Crocodile Rock
I’m home in my flower power bed nestled near mom
Poindexter points
to the ceiling above my head
over the rainbow
lava lamp clumps
resemble my dendrites; or is it my soul’s vista?
4/28/2021
Categories:
windshield wiper, memory,
Form:
Verse
Anyhow
Was just thinkin’
Which is not recommended
On rainy cold spring days
The pollen count is down
But who cares
Its too cold and wet to go outside
Dammit, the heat just kicked on
The friggin’ gas company
Wants to know why I use so much gas
We live in New England
Summer don’t start till June
And ends in late August
The ocean water is so cold
The dolphins don’t beach themselves
They sun bathe on the rocks
It was so chilly out today
I saw a squirrel with his hands in his pockets
Looking for its nuts
My windshield wiper blades
Dance across the glass like an old guy with one crutch
On days like this I play News Tennis
Y’know…switch back and forth
Between the Left and Right “news” people
Damn it’s hilarious
Like watching Pee Wee Herman’s
“I KNOW YOU ARE, BUT WHAT AM I” silliness
Well, gotta go….Trump’s on TV again
I believe the cabinet is trying to figure out
How to get him in a basement for few days.
Well, coffee cup’s empty
Gotta go….really
Categories:
windshield wiper, humor, rain,
Form:
I am a school van bus driver
And that's why I'm parked against the curb
Waiting in the street with my flashers on
Waiting for my student to come out of his dwelling, sigh!
And in front of me slowly scattering w
Walking in front of me
On the pavement on the street ,
is a little baby squirrel
He has something between his teeth
Its tail flurry fluttering tail making a?
Flashing back and forth like a windshield wiper blade
He's so ominous so cute and pretty
Fairly big as your hand if it walks ever so slowly
As if he was on his tippy-toes
What is that light green thing?
Big as a golf ball in his mouth
slowly he trots as he goes across on to the curb
He jumps up slowly trotting cross the green grass
He spies me yes
He still keeps a straightforward path
He goes around the big oak tree he sits it down like in a dog He drops what was in his mouth
That big lime green ball he perceives to pick it up
He scramble us up the oak tree it's the second day he has done this
Boy this is awesome to me!
This baby squirrel walking across the street but something between his teeth
8/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Categories:
windshield wiper, adventure, animal, cute,
Form:
Free verse
It’s another Monday afternoon
The postal route is done for the day
Did it all without getting rained on
Still haven’t shaved
Wolfed down a partially nuked sausage croissant
The still frozen bit was crunchy cool
Made me feel like a teenager again
A dragon fly landed on my windshield wiper
Stayed for seven stops
Eating a smaller winged thing with relish
I don’t know why but
I stopped the van
And got out to put him on a bush
He flew away as soon as I stepped down
The oldest recorded life form on earth
And unchanged
Humbling to say the least
Categories:
windshield wiper, nature,
Form:
Narrative
We don't always have to turn the page
Sometimes we have to break it
Smile is like a windshield wiper
It doesn't stop the rain
But it allows you to see your way.
Categories:
windshield wiper, life, smile, uplifting,
Form:
Light Verse