Bike Poems - Poems about Bike

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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1980s childhood Haikus Tech-free Nature's performing Batteries not included childhood playground My bike Pink banana seat A basket full of daisies Warm wind on my face Saturdays Cartoons and breakfast The sky our only roof top Street lights call us home ...

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The sun is melting at a hundred and five degrees and the wind is swirling in the trees, the petals are opening wide in the skies and the motorcycles are rolling by. Hundreds of them in line rolling down the street in a similar pattern and they are riding in an orderly fashion, men and...

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