Drive In Poems - Poems about Drive In

A truckful of drunks half-skunked boozers gun racks in the back unlucky losers pulled up to the pumps for a gallon or two only high octane tanked would do then one had a bad itch he started to scratch wanted a smoke and when he lit a match the explosion was heard three miles away to arrive alive do what they say 'Don't drink and drive' and yes it's true it could ruin...

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SUNDAY MORNING DRIVE* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sunday morning drive~ no maps, no rush, just the open road, Dad at the wheel, our compass. The ribbon of road unwinding, ...

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Some are less concerned it seems to me with the killing of the living (whose taxes pay each U.S. Supreme Court employee) than that of the unborn or perhaps I should be more forgiving but when someone says, 'Guns don't kill people, people do,' (it drives me to vexation) as I've never heard someone died of a drive-by strangulation (Have you?) ...

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The hours have been driving me, miles upon miles have sunk the sky, Florida now hangs from distant cypress trees. I almost miss the exit ramp, This kind of waking and sleeping is controlled by a ghost in my head. Now I am eyes on the corners where a flickering sunset swings between interlaced trees. Feet juggle over a low flying road, while tense hands...

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signs and warnings out and about reminders for caution and safety on the roads we know sunday drivers are a menace apparently red squirrels drive slowly while the black ones drive too fast chipmunks on their bicycle hog the road and it's not smart to tailgate skunks it's always wise to mind your manners so stay alert and be considerate share the road ~...

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I procured a booth at ten fifty-nine I was shocked the restaurant was open before eleven Held the door open for the hostess This gives me a bit of writing time Cool down opportunity after my thirty-five minute drive Driving is stressful these days Possibly because I rarely do it I did it for years I am done doing it gave up driving When I...

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Long herbaceous desert ...

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Low flight that bends The whorling sphere In whistle-talk bounce-stops Grass stains that streak The dimpled-egg sitting white March! March! On and on Then climb the air-ladder And peak in the blue Slide! Slide! Down and down The grade so swiftly weak Impact flat, deepen, kick And gently sit up Arrogant Free… Again we meet and dimpled, smiling You tease me openly to test Your whistle-talk, marching,...

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Intro Clowns drive a Camaro and the World is full of clowns/ By the end of 2023, Camaro’s will run the town/ Even the clown haters wanna join the Camaro line/ Back to back to back we about to tear the circus down/ Verse One Clowns drive a Camaro, and drive them super fast/ Put the pedal to the metal, and you...

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as I jog down Lakeshore drive I drank hot chocolate as a swan took a dive the water so cold, as old men played chess the ferris wheel spins, blowing off hats and up the rich lady's dress Lakeshore dr you see all for me the white horses, pulling the carriage I'm not home I don't miss my marriage the...

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Driver on interstate has pressed his accelerator hard I used to drive like that – daily To and from work with gritted teeth Expecting death at any minute Racing here, there, nowhere really The stress was gruesome In the last nine months I have driven six times Less than one time per month Retirement is a happy unicorn that I am grateful to...

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Though small in size you stood strong' and wise In your answer to him, of your intended demise! And that of our fair state.' In our great land.' For right here i recount of that old 'dingo dan' He'd paid the blood money, he's bought a plot' Oh how my blood boils.' And i can tolerate a lot.) Its plain he...

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My colleagues drive BMW’s and Mercedes I drive a jalopy from the 1980’s They think they’re so much cooler than me though only I drive worry-free They pay $1,500 a...

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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 crack. Until the trunk started to open on its own. I forgot to bring an ice cream cone. The tide could come in...

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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...

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