Bike Poems - Poems about Bike

the garage sale sellers could not get rid of the bike It takes a certain person, two actually, said Mike It was a tandem bike, they could not sell that day Until a giraffe family came by and happily rode it away....

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We planned for cycling in Northern Montana Me, Marvin, Louis, and Anna I had doubts about them, though they were healthy For Anna could never resist a selfie Marvin couldn't plan, Louis attracted disaster Mainly because he always had to go faster. Me, my only problem was I'm slightly bats and guiding these guys was like herding cats. We flew in with our...

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gnarly harley...

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an erotic bike ride as we rode along, she said she wished that she was my bike that she liked how i pedaled and...

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I got a mountain bike it sits on my side porch it sits under a torch it should go on a hike I got free beans from Mike There’s three beans in my jeans That I’ve had since my teens or since I was a tike bought a psych trip to Wyke I didn’t take my...

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When I saw Dilly dally I thought, "Oh no, this kid's got to rally! Cuz if he loses this race, it'll be a total disgrace, cuz this race was right up his alley. ...

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pink fireweed blooms through the spokes of the ghost bike beside the highway ...

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riding, once truly learned, is never forgotten seems some muscles wanted that in writing......

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Standing in the corner of my room is a sturdy piece of metal, a tool that can transform, Finally, the pedals, seat and display are all ready to test my form, The wheels spin like the thoughts in my mind, swirling round and round, The World outside rushes by, whereas I am in pain and housebound. I see...

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my first bike was a blue and white Schwinn the kind you pedal, a slow-mover without gears It was much harder than I thought; I had seen others ride bikes for years On them, it looked easy. For me it was a nightmare. I did not have training wheels, I was twelve. This huge machine let me down over and over. I...

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Bugs hitting my face Wind in hair, feet on pedals -Eleven again! ...

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It stands propped against a wall in my memory, that green two wheeler bike, my first, bought second hand from a neighbor. A deep, gravel graze I got from learning to ride it, I swear, still pains a phantom nerve in my now arthritic knee after all these years. How I loved that bike, its dented frame wearing layers of paint pitted...

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thunders soundings bring on dark and day skies followed by large raindrops...

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Amazed Sue said, “This bike is built for three!” How weird is that? How crazy can that be? Women do not get along in threes, do they? Let’s give it a try said two, and they pedaled away. Three women on a bike, how much fun could that be? By the end of the time, one was a clear enemy. Women,...

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two guys just hanging sunday morning bike riding enjoying weather...

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