Convertible Car Poems
These Convertible Car poems are examples of Car poems about Convertible. These are the best examples of Car Convertible poems written by international poets.
On Antique Automobile Restoration
Back in the 1990s, my wife and I spent a couple years - and thousands of dollars - completely restoring a 1958 Chevrolet Impala convertible....
Doppler Radar Killed Our Classic Car - 1st HALF as text plus FULL Audio
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This is, as indicated, the 1st HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. The 2nd half had to be posted...
Gettin' My Goat
car, humor, sports,
Cruisin' down the highway on a long stretch of road,
I kinda felt like drivin' in a casual mode.
A Friday in the summer with a weekend...
MY FIRST SET OF WHEELS
appreciation, car, fun, high
MY FIRST OF WHEELS
Remember that sense of freedom?
Your keys, you free, in your very...
appreciation, car, freedom, summer,
hair to the wind
fleeting summer rays
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car, adventure, imagery,
I once thought
we would leave Brooklyn
and travel across America
in a chariot.
An awesome, red,
'67 Lincoln convertible,
with suicide doors.
Radio blasting Jefferson Airplane.
Hair blowing in the wind.
Soaking up the...
Highway One, California
Highway One California
Lovely and so cooling, was driving my
1956 Chevy Bel-Aire ragtop!
Its whitewall tires, its heavenly hubcaps.
Just stunningly gleaming!
That magnificent red and white convertible!
With joys, so profoundly thrilling!
Shaking Like a Hummingbird
I was sixteen and a half when my Uncle Bill came
He was shocked I did not have my license.
She has no car, my...
car, freedom, power, red,
zipping down highway
sun to the breeze
posted on April 19, 2019...
car, day, hair, summer,
whipping down the highway
~ blur of summer past
posted on July 15, 2018...
Four boys, One Convertible
A tan convertible
A warm summers day
Drove to Missouri
Across the state line
Threw his cigarette
In the air, it...
Cubicle to Convertible
car, freedom, jobs, space,
stuck in a basement corner cubicle
Now retirement is on a countdown approach
Seems all you can do lately
is dream about that burnt gold convertible
My Little Red Corvette
adventure, car, for him,
Sugar drops and colored gumballs,
An open skyline, an open convertible, and a white ragtop!
Black Perrelis, red caps, and spoked mag-frames,
Pacific Coast Highway, and her stairway...
The first poem
age, beautiful, car, life,
The first poem
I am a woman in mid life now.
finding myself pensive and reflective.
Working in my flower garden
on a sunny Sunday morning.
Then a poem pulls...