Bicycles Poems - Poems about Bicycles

From dispatch to Bus Drivers Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley Placed 3rd ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ People on foot or on bicycles, on roads you see many; With your careless driving, you have no right to kill any. Dare not sit before the steering until you feel totally fit; Lose not your attention at any cost even for a single bit. Give not any scope...

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Weeping willows stand As silent as sentinels: Children’s laughter rings. The sun’s golden show'rs Filtered by weeping willows-- Dazzling dance of light. The lake’s calm waters-- Picture of serenity A boat passes by. Weeping willows stand Beside the lake’s still waters Sheltering lovers. The much trampled grass Wet with rain from yesterday Looks verdant today. Scores of bicycles Plying the same narrow route Some fast, some slow, some -----. A sea of faces-- Some...

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My old bike is good for me, It takes me from A to B Times when I need to be alone My bicycle and I on our own Cars are fine for families, Cruising along can be a breeze, Cars are too expensive to run Petrol prices are no fun. Registration, Insurance, maintenance, and more Cars can no longer be purchased by the poor, Public...

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Hot In L.A. . Hot in L.A Where the girls are so pretty And the sun smiles down all day Three friends on holiday Take to the road and ride Far away from the hustle and bustle They head cheerfully for the countryside With the wind streaming their hair Each a peach The boys whistle and stop to stare So young so alive and free Time is on...

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bicycles touring in single file moving caravan posted on July 18, 2018...

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Muhammad Butler Day by day the thunder strikes. and so does our bikes. as we riding down the mountains pipes. with all different types of bikes. wondering how can we improve every turn without allowing our tires to burn. and making sure the tires are not worn not allowing them to be stubborn. wishing that there not if trouble whether or not there...

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I watched them spread the checkered cloth To picnic in my yard; Two bicyclers resting from the pace Of pedaling so hard. My Susie went to greet them. I saw them share their lunch With this sweet dog who wagged her tail And matched them, munch for munch. They didn’t see me peeping From my window by myself. They didn’t know the memories I...

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I watched them spread the checkered cloth To picnic in my yard, Two bicyclers resting from the pace Of pedaling so hard. My Susie went to greet them. I saw them share their lunch With this sweet dog who wagged her tail And matched them munch for munch. They didn't see me peeping From my window by myself. They didn't know the memories I...

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