Drive Poems - Poems about Drive

My colleagues drive BMW’s and Mercedes I drive a jalopy from the 1980’s They think they’re so much cooler than...Read the rest...

I need to take my van. Drive and get trapped in the sand. Petals by my shaking feet. A picnic basket appears for me to eat. I tried to store too much in the back. Until the seat started to...Read the rest...

Foolhardy sixteen-year-old driver Jay Risked his life to show off for a friend Felt invincible every single given day Until his life came to a crashing end...Read the rest...

Good old rural Living simply Not traffic lane....Read the rest...

To get pay You must go Through things Things we face Just for the pay Things we can't say Things that almost drive us insane. So many Pains and shame We faced But unable to tame us We're always resilient Onward and forward Until...Read the rest...

It was as real as you see, Actions painted by places and fleeting allusions. Over time, overkill, over the top Can you feel my will? Look me in the eyes as I take you, To that secret place where I...Read the rest...

I have one green goal To shed fears that weigh Down my soul like black coal And find my wings publishing My song hoping it will be known As an anthem of advocacy For those who need a...Read the rest...

Hey, driver, I just want you to know That somebody loves you here below But if you keep driving the way you do Too fast to heaven you will get through And that someone you thought loved you true Will...Read the rest...

never afraid to ask many a question never afraid to undertake a suggestion are those with forward thinking drive as they reach out further so they strive steering away far from the hive like mind and the blindness eyes of...Read the rest...

chilly driving in country watching for running deer trotting across road...Read the rest...

September has mottled the forest maples. South of here, zombie cicadas chafe heated thighs, but North of Tippecanoe Shawnee trails lead into autumn. We take photographs, but the green still smothers scattered red and yellow threads. You touch a mossy tree trunk, as if...Read the rest...

in October there is a country road that rivals a boulevard the leaves on the trees turn yellow, red and gold I recommend you take a drive before they drop there is a crisp, fresh, rejuvenating feeling on...Read the rest...

High School Memories (Two Drive-ins) By Franklin Price 09/08/2024 It matters not how old we are Or who we have become We won't forget the friends we had In the high school that we're from Though many years have passed us by When looking...Read the rest...

And so we traveled very, very high, Our destination seemingly to reach The gathering mist and Dreary grey sky. The path rather track that we took, Could have been misunderstood, For a stairway to heaven. Are you going right...Read the rest...

The strangiest livestreet of all the days, No place so perfectly townsplit, Half of this street is in Fillblubber, And the other half is in Cawbit. The Nensorays on the Fillblubber side, Never utter or cry or caportle. The house as...Read the rest...