Handle Bars Poems - Poems about Handle Bars

...On Cottingham Green Have you got a light he asked Breathing whisky fumes in my face The hand rolled ciggie in his mouth Miraculously staying in it’s place As he lifted the bottle Up to his lips......Read the rest...

...She came along casually riding a watermelon bike. I was merely walking down the street on an intended hike. She yelled “Hey, Pete, or Samuel or Ike!” You see I am a triplet, and this is what it is......Read the rest...

...She showed me her bicycle With considerable pride The wheels were red With specks of black in-between Handle bars in bottle green As she sped away, little did She know the bicycle was carved ......Read the rest...

...What a splendid thing to bicycle ride Envisioning an adventure ahead A two wheel machine just powered by me Handle bars play as I gracefully glide See sunglasses, gloves, and helmet on head To b......Read the rest...

...First night in his final place My dad called me weeping “Please Bobby bring me home.” His skin like ice cream Melting on handle bars Plopped in his wheelchair Square In the center cone of an......Read the rest...

...The Mustache Thick and brown, wide and black, Up and down… with handlebars… Some to the sides, and some to the middle, it is just so hard to say, to mention all the hairy types, and,......Read the rest...

...‘Get the motor running head out on the highway looking for adventure’ Well it is only the council road with potholes but Oliver races his pushbike Walkman headphones sound ‘Born to be wild’ or ......Read the rest...

...I’m adjusting fixed positions On opinions and deductions From now on breathing other airs I have a stack of fresh instructions I let go of once held handle bars Veering off from straight line ......Read the rest...

...Anonymous Rose As a mid-teenager innocently experimenting and soaked from a bottle My best mate and I were drunk as two skunks he a bit less than I We had not managed the golden mean of bala......Read the rest...

...Like riding on the handle bars of a bike with no brakes, going down Telegraph hill in San Francisco,... during an earthquake… ......Read the rest...

...Bike Riding Once, I was able to navigate my sleek black Fuji racer, sitting arrow straight, pushing hard, and hands at my side. It’s amazing to think I was able to maintain my balance, down hills,......Read the rest...

...Miss Auchterlonie was my teacher In the sixth grade and I was happy I loved her figure and features And she even dressed real snappy! My love for her would not be denied I'd impress her with m......Read the rest...

...Every joyful Christmases of distant past were all very special and memorable. Except for one unique Christmas unsurpassed. I recall it was an unforgettable day, with presents under th......Read the rest...

...I was pretty cranky when my spanky new bike was janky. The frame was too short for my body, too tall and lanky. The tires too fat, too hard to push up boggy maintain trails. The deal I got clearly......Read the rest...

...All the Christmases distant past were all so very memorable. Except for one Christmas I truly remember, especially because it was unforgettable. My parents and I gathered around the ......Read the rest...