Sports Car Poems | Examples
These Sports Car poems are examples of Car poems about Sports. These are the best examples of Car Sports poems written by international poets.
Riding on a highway,
As the cars go streaming by,
I notice varied brands and styles
I can’t identify.
To me, they mostly look the same,
The SUV’s and such,
With different shapes of taillights
Which don’t really matter much.
The vehicles are mostly dark,
Though quite a few are white
And sometimes there’s a burgundy
Or red that one can sight.
Yet once in a great while,
There’s a sports car or a jeep
In a neon green or orange
To which every eye will leap.
That attention’s what the owners
Wanted, like a little spark,
But it sure must come in handy
When in crowded lots they park.
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.
My neighbor has a new boyfriend
most every night he arrives
in his little black sports car
to pick up his glittery prize.
His little black sports car
has a big exhaust pipe...
that wakes me up most every night.
Sometimes he parks his little black sports car
in front of my mailbox-
He's pretty buff and has a mean little face
and I'm too old to resist.
They've been together for about 6 months
I'm praying that their relationship crumbles.
I'm hoping she meets a skinny guy with a muted car
who doesn't park in front of my mailbox.
I must admit that her long legs are the perfect fit
for a little black sports car with the midnight grin.
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Cracked often reminds me of pecan nuts.
Cracked also reminds me of earthquake scars.
Mostly cracked reminds me of Jerry Butts
Who loved driving Italian racing cars.
When he drove, Jerry often munched cashews,
While wildly weaving down roads he would choose.
Jerry switched cashews for sunflower seeds.
Spitting split shells out at a breakneck pace,
Once some flew back and lashed his bearded face.
With shells dancing in his eyes, he raced on.
That was the last time Butts cracked any nuts.
His sports car cracked on a fresh earthquake scar.
Her name was 'Sexy-Souped-Up-Emmie Lou'
Curvy body, pale-blue eyes, just for you
She moved like lightning
Her speed, frightening
Did you see how fast she got to Mach Two?
Grams, She said
don't give me thm dead flowers
plae em by the tree~
Dun giv me no live flowers
Fer they will wilt wit me
Dun giv me naw dead flowers
I wan sumthin alive
Give me sumthin that movin like a sports car
LOL
Don't let the spectators holding signs control the outcome.
6/28/2021
In the world of automobiles, this is a shining star.
Many call this America's only true sports car.
With a fiberglass body, and a big, powerful V-8,
zooming down any road would certainly be great
Presently, I have one very big personal regret:
With a hefty price tag, I can't afford one yet.
Boulevard zooms by in palm prison blur
Delerium fuels my top down journey
Escape life at high speed, danger's incur
Depicts regret like thick filed attorney
Fumes turned flumes hit my lung sponges ferny
Enlarged heart space flings caution beneath wheels
Tree smudged edges, adrenalin appeals
Fright factors in only when permitted
Uncatchable, amorous pulse reveals
To safety's brace, I'll not be submitted
22nd September 2020
Dizain Contest
Sponsor : Emile Pinet
~ NASCAR's Lowered the Confederate Flag ~
Until Ahmaud Arbery and George Floyd's tragic deaths
Bubba Wallace was just a black NASCAR race-car driver
But watching their gruesome videos ignited a spark in him
~ Now Bubba's the driver of NASCAR's race change car
Split fire those dragons men will tame
To ride the rails to make a name
To risk it all to feel the Force
No man alive will ride such horse
Yet in they jump and tremble fearless
These brave more guts than any - peerless
One thousand feet of roaring metal
A score for all to see and settle
Fred Jagenberg - May 18, 2019
My first poem
That pretty girl in the sports car,
Could she be a movie star?
She drives past, throws a smile at me,
Could she be attracted to me?
The cool wind blows her hair loose,
In her red open top Porsche,
Pink lipstick? never seen before!
Makes my heart race even more!
At traffic light we come to stop,
Is she going out to shop?
She looks at me, throws another smile,
Let lights be red for a while!
Green lights and we both race ahead,
Staying close and head to head,
Wondering when our paths might part!
moment that will break my heart!
She signals left and honks the horn,
dreaded moment has come on,
She pouts her lips to sign a kiss,
Should our romance end like this?
Steam was rising high in my heart,
Can’t let roads tear us apart,
I signalled left and honked my horn,
Blew a kiss and followed her on!
A blind poet stumbles into a bar
Counts the number of drunk patrons there are
Adds up all the burps
Plus all the loud slurps
Drives them home in his brand-new sports car
“I’m locked out of my sports car,” said Lee
to a cop while he stood helplessly.
“Man, your ragtop is DOWN,”
said the cop with a frown.
“Just reach in there and pull out your key!”
July 2, 2019 for
Tania Kitchin's Humorous Limerick Poetry Contest
Syllables per line: 9/9/6/6/9