Luxury Car Poems | Examples
These Luxury Car poems are examples of Car poems about Luxury. These are the best examples of Car Luxury poems written by international poets.
The disappearance
The Gulf of Mexico suddenly ran into the Atlantic
left oil rigs high and dry.
Naturally, the USA claimed the land which was disputed
by Mexico and Cuba and Belize.
What was left of the gulf had rivers and lakes
and as the land greened it turned out to be fertile and
the Amish people encouraged to farm the land which they
did with earnest enthusiasm.
Village sprang up, roads were built, and the famous
veterinarian Jan Pol opened up his practice as well.
As years went by, people forgot that they were farming
on what has been the bottom of a sea.
The sea had not forgotten.
Slowly seeping in and those who had built luxury houses
were the first to leave, but the fishery thrived and
the shrimp business had a revival.
There was a mass exodus, and the Amish people went
back farming the land they knew.
When the water had claimed, all of the gulf and people
forgetting. There was only Wikipedia left to give
a brief outline of the past.
There's certainly a wide-ranging variety of different cars
From the Model T to the Tesla -- no longer wildly popular
People want choices to match their lifestyles and moods
Manufacturers want trustworthy cars that can 'deliver the goods'
Reliable rides -- solid, unspectacular engines under their hoods
Rich sports stars tend to go for muscle cars and speed
Jaguars, Porsches, Ferraris; Dodges, Pontiacs, and AMCs
Famous celebrities, of course, crave the ultimate in luxury
Rolls Royces, Mercedes, Lincoln Town Cars, and Bentleys
Nerds and computer geeks worship the ways of the Japanese
They drool over Hondas, Toyotas, Mazdas, even Mitsubishis
Which brings us to the environmentalists, willing to pay a bit more
For hybrids, electric cars, even ones that run on cooking oil and Indian lore
But I've saved the final two lines for a new car so incredibly smart
That without any driver, it appeals to cutting-edge intellectuals
~ and fearless hearts
I am a car, made of fibre and steel,
Take you to places, with great zeal.
Though I can’t speak, I have a horn,
With all comfort and luxury, I’m born.
It makes me glad and smile,
To carry you safe and sound, all the while.
But when my friend splashes water from a puddle,
Makes me ugly and sad, for which I spuddle.
Do you ever bother to make me comfortable,
When day after day, I feel miserable.
Have you ever bathed me or wiped me clean,
So that I too can smile and look sheen.
Even I want to look beautiful at every chance,
You must maintain me so that everyone dies for a glance.
Ruminating over a golden era gone by and over possessiveness filled me with nostalgia
Ultimate luxury of vying for a car as well as owning a chauffeur driven one was
Sadly for the migrated rulers who ruled over another dynasty across oceans
The massive Ford drove into grandpa's driveway in the early forties
Exactly thirty years later it stood dark, forlorn, inviting rust under the banyan tree
Devoid of its master whose ashes were bestrewn within the old British Raj bungalow
Benign weather peeled off layers of its glossy makeup despite its bare upkeep; our
Undulating frustration as it drank too many gallons; moleskin upholstery on bucketed
Seats laid bare its withered ribs, spouting foul smell in rain and sun; the rolling
Tyres busted for the wheels didn't spin down the familiar roads along the hill; our
Eyes got sore at its lost lustre while we heaved deep sighs at its opulent maintenance
Divine providence intervened to refurbish the vintage for glorious view in the Museum
Contest Judged on June 26, 2016
July 1, 2016
For Broken Wings
Contest: I Got Zero, Nothing, Nada - 1
*Migrated rulers refer to the British rule in India
A Car Too Small
By Elton Camp
These high gas prices nearly all resent
From reasonable to scandalous it went
It’s a situation that I truly abhor
I can’t drive a Town Car anymore
To take a vacation in our SUV
Is a luxury we’ll never more see
For a Prius I was about to pay
But then I saw another way
A car so tiny that it has to run cheap
At such a bargain, I was quick to leap
It could fit the smallest parking space
But premium fuel seemed a big waste
A week’s groceries I could still buy
To fit them inside, don’t even try
The Interstate, on my route did lie
’Twas horrible being hubcap high
Every time a huge semi went by
Into the ditch, I thought I’d fly
I hurried on home with great fear
But on the way, I struck a deer
The deer laughed and ran away
In little pieces, my new car lay
Back to car-hunting with a sigh
A big Hummer I decided to buy