Biker Poems - Poems about Biker

You ride through shadows, chasing dawn, But you never saw the storm you spawned. I’m not the girl you left behind-- I walk the dark with purpose, spine. Your wheels may spin on borrowed fate, But I was born to navigate. I don't chase ghosts or beg for grace; I set my fire and claim my place. The night knows me--I wear its...

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wind blowing my hair heard Seger roll me away woke up on the porch...

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A Kamikaze peddler Who follows his nose fluorescent green Lycra A middle finger he shows Slower than a snail As wide as truck Forget the highway code He pushes his luck. Side by side they pedal Three or four deep Then they become violent If you give them a beep They own the road and there’s no mistake Zip through red lights No prisoners they...

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‘Tis not for the ninety and nine He goes On a dangerous midnight search. ’Tis not for the ninety and nine who sit In security safe in the church, Whose paths are set in the well-fenced bounds Of conventional Sunday suits, While the songs of their souls sound dreadfully cold To the biker in leathers and boots. ‘Tis not for the ninety and...

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daddy heard Johnny Cash's song A boy named Sue Turned around and named me Chick too Now I am a biker chick bullied by many especially a guy named Rick...

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Sliding sideways in life right up till the grave...

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spent money on bike don't ride it far just sitting on someone's sidewalk...

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Those Bikes See the goth heavy metal custom motorcycle Ride past with a long haired rider Dressed how they should be dressed Black jeans t shirt denim leather Low rider chopper as it should be With twin coffin saddle bags What a ride to the other side Give him Devil fingers\M/! Then there was a classic looking bike Parked up alone And I saw two racing...

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Barney Boy aka bull dog boss hog has confident attitude to spare We see him flying around on his Harley doing things we don’t dare He drives down the roads showing off his muscles and physique The motorcycle groupies practically faint; he is that unique....

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off by all only slightly, like a biker wearing a white striped, black leather jacket passing through the middle of the lane. "ive gone crazy before i can handle this" "oh its eleven o' clock" like a scene with an edited in shake and a man pulling at his hair yelling out loud. "i just want to live happily......

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Neon vodka splashes into plastic cups. Booze-hounds doze over imaginary throbbing bikes, their noses tucked into studded chests. A thick thighed woman whoops and cusses for no apparent reason, adjusts her rocking bar-stool, squirms while cajoling with a low-cut. “Give her a long slow screw”, mumbles a gray bearded angel with a leery wink. Beside him, edged into oily leather, his wing man strategizes some hasty...

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As I get older I’m taking a liking To relive my youth and go motor biking To pull back the throttle and kick down the gear And tear up the highway, just like yesteryear My hair flowing free as I ride without care My wife put me straight, ‘You ain’t got any hair.’ I told her there’s one thing that...

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I loved riding my bike as a child. It offered me a new world view. I was fast and free. Then we put cards in the spokes, and I motorcycled. I cut corners like a politician and wore aviator glasses... I could have passed my driving test, last year - but nooo - for once - I was chill. I'm sure the trauma of my laziness will scar me,...

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I need to sell this bike Dad says, a suzuki 550s after it melts a hole in my shoe and burns me melting my ankle a bit screaming down the hill "Dad Stop the bike!" I say he rips my shoe out burned rubber and skin Eating berries makes me stop crying Dad tells me he knows the people who live here and we talk about the...

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February 5th, 1984, left for dead Bottom of a mountain in Pasadena, Me and my daughter’s bike, with the Pedal I broke off with my foot when We landed next to the twelve-inch curb, In the street, the front tire still spinning. Three cars had followed us down, honking For us to get out of the way. I had never found the brakes. An...

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