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Carburetors Poems - Poems about Carburetors

Carburetors Poems - Examples of all types of poems about carburetors to share and read. This list of new poems is composed of the works of modern poets of PoetrySoup. Read short, long, best, and famous examples for carburetors.

Carburetors and Kittens
...Seated in a coffee-shop an extra-large with hot milk and a slice of decadence await her indulgence she leans forward and spontaneously reacts to her companion’s whispered observation rose-re......Read the rest...
Categories: carburetors, feelings,
Form: Prose Poetry



Arm Wrestling With Fate
...My guru carries a set of brass knuckles you'd think he'd be all yes sir and no sir but instead I get ahah hoho and egad I can't do anything right on my best day and I have the branding iron scars......Read the rest...
Categories: carburetors, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
Mom
...MOM Mom is for helping you into your seat and helping you out of tall trees Mom is for bumps, bruises and scratches on your knees Mom is for cooking meatloaf, corn and mashed potatoes Mom is ......Read the rest...
Categories: carburetors, mom,
Form: Couplet
Premium Member Behind the Chainlink Fence
...Behind the fence, not there to play, two junkyard dogs are on the prey Engines scrapped, and fenders bent, and shattered glass now pays the rent Heavy pedals, limp and wasted, ......Read the rest...
Categories: carburetors, car,
Form: Acrostic
Sometimes the News Bugs Me
...Uncle Mike's news from the past - - - Sometimes the News Bugs Me July “57, in Hasting Minnesota Fish flies flew in way over their quota They covered the roadways They covered the bridges They ......Read the rest...
Categories: carburetors, nature,
Form: Rhyme



Mom
...Mom is for helping you into your seat and helping you out of tall trees Mom is for bumps, bruises and scratches on your knees Mom is for cooking meatloaf, corn and mashed potatoes Mom is for hel......Read the rest...
Categories: carburetors, mother
Form: Couplet
Weak
...Hummed inside carburetors, like lungs do to lullabies, I grasped my whitened vertebrae, and crumpled it up as if I were child without a spine. Like papyrus on a good day, I scribbled ab......Read the rest...
Categories: carburetors, sad, social, teen, ,
Form: Free verse

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