Accident Car Poems | Examples
These Accident Car poems are examples of Car poems about Accident. These are the best examples of Car Accident poems written by international poets.
I woke too soon, a life almost undone
A sudden call came, before the light of day
But all are safe, the reaper had not won
Her life was spared, before the morning sun
She was okay, I heard her softly say
I woke too soon, to a life almost undone
No tragic end, no race was lost or run
Three lives affected, dark clouds rolled away
But all are safe, the reaper had not won
Thank heaven, no journey to the setting sun
I simply whispered a thanks today
I woke too soon, to a life almost undone
A precious chance, a new life has begun
There is a future, no more than delays
But all are safe, the reaper had not won
Startled I still have my daughter; beloved my only one
My fears all faded, at the break of day
I woke too soon, to a life almost undone
But all are safe, the reaper had not won
Why did they name it a freeway to begin with
Honestly it doubles your chances of getting hit
Drunk drivers and those with road rage throwing fits
Constantly driving defensively to avoid a near miss
Are the ramp meter lights really controlling the traffic
It causes more confusion when an idiot drives past it
It's on this road that the impatient show themselves
Another reason the insurance comanies are high in their sells
People changing lanes like they're under the influence
Tailgaters are annoying and also drivers with no insurance
If an accident happens anywhere on the freeway
Artificial traffic builds from the nosey looking that way
Then when lanes aren't moving but yours starts to
Someone always dares to dash right in front of you
You also have those who try to cheat the carpool
Even break through the solid lines just to roll through
That freeway business can be too much for me
To avoid that madnes I rather take the street
“Peter Periwinkle had a car accident,”
my brother said,
as if reading it aloud
from the back
of a cereal box.
It took me three full seconds
to realize
he meant our father.
We were on my grandma’s farm
where she had recently died,
leaving chickens scratching
unknowingly in the dust.
Our father was elsewhere—
broken, back bent like a paperclip,
drunk at the wheel
when the other car found him.
“Peter Periwinkle had a car accident.”
He'd meant it to be snide.
A small, spiny cartoon creature—
ridiculous, expendable—
the punchline in a story
where no one comes to help.
I didn’t laugh.
I just pictured a blue hedgehog
lying still at the edge
of some forgotten road.
I hear it now
in a different voice—
quieter, without the sneer.
Peter Periwinkle,
still small and lost,
still limping along the shoulder
of some long-forgotten highway.
I don’t excuse my brother
for laughing when he said it,
but he may have seen something
I was too young to name.
vroom…vroom
Toot-toot
near miss
stay tuned
I say
highways are not
not hard
takes a Bard
to park this poem
vroom…vroom
make room
I’m here to stay
not ruin
someone else’s poem
near miss
stay tuned
takes a Bard
to take a part
in this traffic
easy go
when it’s light
but when it’s heavy
write…right…write…left
crossing lines
make sure they’re not double
seeing reality
toot-toot
vroom-vroom
have to cross the line
so I don’t hit
the accident
don’t do a bang up job
back at it
write right
write left
beep beep
back home
lay back
pop up
watch show
A car had an accident with a truck.
Believe it or not this was huge luck.
The female drivers were Howard and Trever .
Simultaneously they both said "well I never"
I was adopted and told I had a sibling but not a boy
I was told the same, and being Howard is no joy
"Our birth Mum insisted we each keep our name"
Hey about this accident, you were to blame!
I've searched for you from Gundagai to Timbuctoo.
It's a miracle the way I finally found you.
I've been looking for you also to the extreme.
But why do you say a miracle? what do you mean?
My daughter has a rare blood complaint.
You must have been sent by a saint.
We need a donor. No family member is suited.
A list of possible matches was disputed.
Her weak little body lies in a ward.
We would pay you all we can afford.
She is tough, a real little survivor,
Now she will live because you're a crummy driver.
Blessed to have found my sister.
Without this accident I may have missed her.
sirens on freeway
road noise is an annoyance
traffic backed up now
gawkers don’t watch road
impatiently inch forward
dreary hour wait
accidents happen
drivers are irritable
wheres the empathy
I heard it on the radio –
An early morning crash,
The driver’s fault and then her life
Was over in a flash.
It happened near my walking path
So when I headed out,
I knew I’d pass right by to see
What it was all about.
The F.D.R., six lanes across,
Had not a car in sight,
Except for police and clean-up crews
At work to make things right.
The car involved, a burned-out wreck,
Was waiting on the road
Until the inquiry was done
And then it would be towed.
Debris was scattered in the lanes
In both directions, plus,
The walking path had wreckage, too,
Which no one did discuss.
The car, a Tesla, slammed into
A barrier and flipped,
With flames caused by the battery
With which it was equipped.
The impact made the driver
And the passenger eject.
Though he survived, who knows the damage
That he can expect.
We may not ever learn just why
The driver hit those speeds,
Which well exceeded limits
That nobody ever heeds.
Life is every chance
Thinking in advance
Travelling highways
Every day
Driving looking out for the other
Expecting a sudden change
Moment’s notice
A truck passed
Suddenly one of the tires blew
The tire went straight in the air
The truck suddenly went out of control
The steering wheel one had to take whole
The truck almost cut us off
We were almost hit
A Guardian Angel was looking down on us
An accident was avoided
Quick response
Overcame what could have been a situation
Lived to tell
The blessing being swell
Giving thanks
For all time.
Why Is it I take you anywhere you want to go, but you refuse to wash me
You leave me out in the cold all night and you expect me to be happy
I keep you warm and take you anywhere you want to go
The only thanks I get is a trailer I have to tow
You involved me in an accident and I am forced to take the blame
In the shop I go, they fix me, but I will never be the same
While I recuperate they just go out and find a new ride
They seem unaware of my feelings and my sense of pride
Finally, they decide it was time to find a new place for me to reside
I could never make them show me any love no matter how much I may have tried
It's funny how they finally washed me, and now I have a new home
I am proud to say I now live in a two-car garage so I will never be alone
Four hours and counting,
Frustration is really begun mounting.
The sun is beating down,
Causing sweat to drip onto my perpetual frown.
People are getting out and talking,
I expect some are thinking they would be better off walking.
Surely somebody can make a decision.
And clear a path through the site of the collision.
Most accidents are caused by people not concentrating,
All of these held up people are totally berating.
I hope there is nobody that is badly hurt,
But they need to be spoken to and the talk shold be quite curt.
Telling them about all of the people they have caused to wait,
Making some exceedingly late.
The sound of metal scraping on asphalt, echoed through the frosty morning air, as the trailer slid and skidded, leaving chaos and destruction there.
The semi-truck came hurtling fast, its trailer swerving, out of control, I felt the impact as it struck my car, a moment that shook my very soul.
My mind was racing, filled with fear, as I fought to keep control, the truck careening all around,a scene that was beyond my goal.
The trailer flipped, in slow motion it seemed, a moment is frozen in time, my heart was pounding, my breath was short, as I braced for what I feared was my last climb.
Though I walked away, the injuries were real, more than just a few bruises to reveal, my back was sprained, my pelvic bone cracked my life was forever changed, my future attacked.
Traveling birds
Shifting seasons
Are reflected on your front glass
This is a usual scene every morning
That day, too
Before bringing our children to school
That day, though
You didn't come home
Injured severely on the road
A few days later
You were back
Your white butterfly like eyes
Looked sad
Appealing that you wanted to work more
The shattered face does not match to your slinky black body
Daddy will get you to hospital
Wait till then
The horn from trains CT and NY lines
Sympathetic and respectful
for our car who had been in service
for more than 20 years
that was the second worst car accident he had
this week
too soon
Oh, the pain of getting a thumb struck
Is not overshadowed by feeling dumbstruck
When a car door is slammed on a finger
There is no logical reason to linger
Taking a pain pill as soon as possible
In this case is perfectly permissible
Soaking in ice is always helpful, too
But I don’t know what else to do!
written August 12, 2021
especially for "Dumbstruck" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Charles Messina
Here's some good advice when you get behind the wheel:
Always being a careful driver is the real deal.
Along this street, a lot of attractive women you will find.
However, keep your eyes on the road; not on her behind.
It's not difficult to get into an accident on any road.
Be a careful driver, and you'll live through another episode.