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Engines Poems - Poems about Engines

James Montgomery Doohan

James Montgomery Doohan
was for the engineer part a shoo in
he was given a rank greater than ensign
and was always yelling I got nae power in me warp engines

Categories: engines, humorous,
Form: Clerihew

Abcedarian To Start My Engines

astronomical anatomical atoms
buying brilliant blubbery bimbo blobs
collecting claustrophobic colorized clandescently clams
depicting deplorable dependable depraved dendrites
enticing and enlisting energetic enthusiastic enigmas
finally fueling fussy frisky flatulence, forming fleece finders
giving gluttonous glorious gargoyles grinning grace
holding heavy-handed hospital heathens
Ignoring impassible imaginative ideas of interlopers
justifying jiggly jealous jaundiced jugglers jumping jury joyrides
killing kinesthetic kingly Kansas killjoys
leaving lighthearted Larry lollygagging lower

Categories: engines, word play,
Form: Abecedarian

Lets Hit It

I miss the open highway
I’m besotted with quick getaways.
What other sensation can compare
to pulling G’s with wind-whipped hair?

When my foots on the throttle,
I feel unstoppable.
Faster, faster, no faster,
that’s the rush I’m after.

Where are we going?
There’s just no knowing,
but no matter where we roam,
the GPS will get us home.

One thing was guaranteed,
the speed limit would be

Categories: engines, car, celebration, emotions, fun,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

When the Engines Feast Ii

Kings of lizards 
The great multi-horned beast
A rise in the east, 
The prodigal son 
Coming in the Fire 
Of mythic Agamemnon! 

As the beast lay waste to Dominion…
Divinities promise oblivion, 
When the engines feast, the King of kings 
In the east; arise, HIS son born to none, 

We machines are cold and time is old
All

Categories: engines, allegory, allusion, america, art,
Form: Free verse

Engines

We are engines
             not autonomous,
             we need for
             safe driving

Categories: engines, allegory, allusion, analogy, appreciation,
Form: Light Verse

When the Engines Feast I

Man has built the beast 
Rought from blood and bone 
sweat and tears of creation 
man has built the engines that
feast on the body blood marrow
stars die as empires rises from the east 
cold bathing all in holocaustic light
hollow inside covering 
all in ashes, flesh and mascara 
Horror!
Born to none the engines feast 
mechanical heart

Categories: engines, allegory, art, car, computer,
Form: Free verse

Railway Child

if the pathways and parklands
of my childhood could talk
they would speak of time crawling
before it could walk.

and when clouds hung like mobiles
on strings from the sky
I would run with my arms out
pretending to fly.

I would 'land' near the steep bank
that looked down on the track
to watch trains pass there daily
before then heading back.

in that long,

Categories: engines, growing up, imagination, innocence,
Form: Rhyme

Rumble of Engines

Firing the raging forces of chemical warfare in every cylinder
Upon collision of these particles 
An offspring of mechanical movement is born from the rigours of combustion
It has strokes for a pulse
It eclipses shyly over the tar of the freeway 
I was told on it's fourth
It moves.
Today I'm petrified by the rumble of engine and metal
A

Categories: engines, 4th grade, anxiety, creation,
Form: Free verse

The Signal Box

when industry
stood on this soil
with chimneys that 
spewed sweat and toil
the furnace fires 
relied on mines
through arteries 
of railway lines.

now looking back 
to charcoal skies
through rosy mists 
of childhood eyes
a line of trucks 
each filled with rocks
crawled slowly past 
a signal box.

the building formed 
a silhouette
that framed a scene 
I wont forget:
the dying of 
that

Categories: engines, art, beauty, imagery, life,
Form: Rhyme

A B C Poem To Rev My Engines

Alabaster annoyance 
Blatantly breathes bulbous brightness
Cadaverous comedy caring 
Daintily during delicate delivery
Exciting elderly enigma.
Furious fiery feeler
Gregariously greets
High-handed hustler
Ignoring imaginative immediates
Jauntily jeering judiciously.
Kangaroo kisses kibitzes
Leaving luxurious loners
Merrily masticating mincemeat.
Never-do-wells needing knowledge
Ostentatiously officiate on orange orangutans.
Precariously polite Pomeranians
Quietly quiz querulous quoters
Reposing rapidly ruining
Still sassy strenuous strikers
Turning toward Tuesday tournaments.
Understandably unprecedented underlings
Vindicate vicious vagrants
While wishing waxy widows would
‘xpect

Categories: engines, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: ABC

Little Engines

Little Engines



I think I can, I think I can
as the engine slowly dies
I think I can't, I think I can't
it starts again and comes alive

Should I stay or should I go
wave hello or wave goodbye
Should I leave or should I remain
make a choice stop asking why

You think you can, you think you can
telling yourself more

Categories: engines, conflict, deep, identity,
Form: Rhyme