Bicycle Poems - Poems about Bicycle

Youth, I think it's time, on your bike to climb to rapture sublime. Feel wind on your face, freedom to embrace, so that you may fly. Watch the world go by - on your two-wheeled high! Turn left or turn right to a newfound site. The sun's a delight, a shining jewel. A beach trip is cool. Take the day off school and your pleasure, chase....

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Life is like bicycle riding To keep you from balance You must keep moving You should pedal in advance So you will not fall in rough In life always be on guard  Even when things get tough Keep moving forward Keep pushing Keep striving Don’t let anything hold you back....

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Tomorrow, l'Il try my exercise bike. No, not that expensive, complee doozy! I'd fall down and be a fallen, poetic lollapaloozy! My glory days of riding a real bicycle have long past. But all our bodies need exercise, as do our minds. Not too slow, nor too fast, respect your body, it’s one of a kind! ...

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secured in place upon painted seat spokes crisscross at its heart neither useful positioned to gain dismissed attention the 'art', of course, is a parody of itself named a 'readymade' a concept - to make you think we all need that as we run without rims upended we are not a concept built all...

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Sit still in your chair, little one, and I'll tell the tale of my true Halloween story and my sad travail. I was a kid just like you, eating my frosted flakes. I asked mom for more sugar, for the zip Halloween takes. After school, I biked to the other side of the hill - in childish fun, to...

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'Twas once the bicycle of life, started down a cheerful lane, past daisies beneath the sun, when Mary waved at me again, just as my bike hit a bump, And I flew end-over-end, landing hard upon my head - thump! Oh bicycle of life, my friend, why me - to the afterlife you send?...

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I cycled to Hawthorne before the dawn, Saw a deer on Taxter Road leading a fawn. I reached a field of the kids little League. Waited for the train, too pumped for fatigue. The train passed by lakes of Croton Falls, At Ten Mile River I heard a bird’s calls At Wassaic, calmed down on Deep Hollow Road, By purple flowers, a...

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I've spent a great deal of time riding alone this last week. Many of the roads we have been on do not have a shoulder making it impossible to ride side by side. There have been so many hills I don't believe I will ever be able to convey to anyone how trying it can...

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I said I ain't been on no bike He said, 'Well, there it is.' Premature baldness and popcorn muscles I told him I got a B in History He said, 'What a life you're gonna have.' This is what I'm paying for Man hugs and comic sans garage dweller As I lay in bed on my side With the book open next to...

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Years ago, a young man in Brooklyn wheeled his bike out the gate. His plan, to cross the land, exact route left to fate. The first week was the hardest, scared, he doubted his quest. It took all his courage, he says, to keep heading west. To conquer fear, he says, we have to face it and just go. Don't...

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How far did you ride your bike In the summertime before they turned out the streetlights With mates no matter the weather To each one that you were tethered Around to the local oval ground Where you kicked the football around Or to the beach on a summers day Drinking from tap water along the way There were adventures you never told When your...

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The grump got out of a lumpy bed, Slipped on his slippers, scratched his head. Stood on the scales, saw what he weighed, Then made some toast with marmalade. The grump then cycled down the lane, He moaned and moaned as it rained. He went into a chemist's shop To buy some aspirin, then he stopped. He peered at the grubby town...

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I ride a bicycle just retired my tricycle No stove, no oven, no range Some folks think me strange 'cos I use the sun for cooking and I catch folks curious, looking Sleep on the ground all night, and sound ...

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I was listening to some songs of love On my way home from work It was dark And cold I just had my little phone flashlight No coat And about two miles of hills ahead of me And it turns out When you ride your bike In the cold With songs of love And at night They turn into songs of tragedy With about two miles ahead of...

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A bicycle bell very clearly does say, Melodiously, “Please get out of my way!” It isn’t as jarring as honking we’d hear From taxis or cars warning us to steer clear. It doesn’t disturb like a grating alarm And the decibel level won’t cause any harm. Its sound isn’t shrill like a whistle that’s blown, To summon a cab, which most doormen...

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