Drive Out Poems - Poems about Drive Out

Riding in the Back seat

moonlight turns raindrops
into snow globes on windows
reflections of us
late night driving in the rain
drowsy eyes drop into sleep

window cracked, white noise 
lights flickering through the rain
my eyes flutter closed

The Freeway

Why did they name it a freeway to begin with
Honestly it doubles your chances of getting hit
Drunk drivers and those with road rage throwing fits
Constantly driving defensively to avoid a near miss
Are the ramp meter lights really controlling the traffic
It causes more confusion when an idiot drives past it
It's on this road that the impatient

Drive The Hell Out Of This Life

Time has a way that breaks you down
As we age we fall victim to its plague
Can't out run it can't escape it
It comes and comes
Sneaks right up on you
Before you know it your 49 stuck in 1994
It's a complicated journey
Filled with curves and chaos
It flashes by like a thunderstorm 
Loud and hard
Right up to the

Half-Skunked Drunks

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

SUNDAY MORNING DRIVE

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

The ribbon of road unwinding,
    

Dead Or Alive

So many murders it's overkill
but no one cares on Capitol Hill
and some are less concerned
it seems to me
with the killing of the living
(whose taxes pay the wages of sin)
to each U.S. Supreme Court employee
than that of the unborn
or perhaps I should be more forgiving
tho' lives are broken they remain unspoken
on the Washington White House South

Long Drive from Yesterday

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

Drive with Caution

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 ~

I rarely drive now

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

ROADTRIP

                             Long herbaceous desert
                       

Drive

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,

Clowns Drive A Camaro

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

The crows on Lakeshore drive

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

I used to drive like that

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

Rocking strong; its Bundalong'

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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