Harley Poems - Poems about Harley

We were waiting for Grandma, thought she would bring an Uber Knowing Gram, said Jack, she might come down the stream in a tube-r. We were watching to the east, but she came flying in on the right. Riding her new Harley, which somehow felt just right....

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The sun is melting at a hundred and five degrees and the wind is swirling in the trees, the petals are opening wide in the skies and the motorcycles are rolling by. Hundreds of them in line rolling down the street in a similar pattern and they are riding in an orderly fashion, men and...

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Took My New Harley For A Morning Spin I found a treasure chest without a key It was full of hope, ocean and blue sea A few gems, some golden coins sprinkled in Much other loot my head began to spin. Map inside showing cave full with gold crowns Just over paradise, miles west of town Rose early to wander out get...

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I love the sound of the name Dream Machine, It sounds like a Harley all painted and mean, And ridden by bikers who are all dressed in leather, Who ride around proudly in sunshiny weather. But I doubt that a motor bike’s what you are getting, To take one in bed would cause anguish and sweating, And in truth it wouldn’t...

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nothing holds him back no worries, no stress just life wild and free he is Harley James my 15 yr. old son...

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For Harley Love, Aunt Meghan *I wrote this poem for my sister, brother-in-law, niece, and nephews when their beloved dog, Harley, the sweetest chunk of marshmallow dog you could every love, passed to the Rainbow Bridge. It includes a few of our other family pets who preceded Harley in passing to the Rainbow Bridge… Anxiously pawing at the...

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Our two kids…I never knew this would happen but I am glad it did Can’t wait to hear you say Dad or kiss me goodnight Those little hands and little feet have such a big impact on me She has her mother’s eyes with a forever beauty that you can see in one second I hold you as long...

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Motorcycle riders terrify me. I am so afraid I will hurt one. Just a little slide on water or ice, And my car could really hurt him badly. Which would make my life turn fast and sadly. I see them in my rearview mirror, And I clench my teeth in solid fear. I give them a wide berth, after they pass, and...

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When you wake up in the morning And it's beautiful outside You spiffy up your Harley Because you want to take a ride Your woman gets excited Because she wants to get a taste Of her riding on the back seat With her arms around your waist You dress up in your leathers And your...

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Straddling iron beast Rumbling pipes, vibrating seat pavement disappears wind whisking troubles away Riding, soaking up some rays...

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The Harley Davidson and me Hover bikes of the future Really not for me Give me wheels upon the ground I want my Harley D My veins all feel the power When the engine starts to yell Cos now I am an Angel An Angel here from hell Gridlocked on the highway But that don’t bother me I just rev the mighty engine And ride...

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His little silhouette follows me from room to room the curiosity kills him and he takes the vacumn from my hand trying to help with housework one day he will be a good helper and little chef...

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MY HARLEY ********* (M) mount my Harley made of metal (O) on its wide saddle seat I will settle (T) taking the throttle into my hand (O) opening it up at my command (R) Riding and leaning it at my bidding (C)...

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HARLEY DAVIDSON The roar of the victorious twins that spark, Enigma of the spotless glint in the dark, The riders, symbolic of rare brood, Tattooed with insignia and bandana as hood. Third year of the twentieth century, there starts a stride, Relentlessly over a century, stands stout in pride, The post First War years, gave birth to the twins, Sidecars mated, to the...

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I never dreamed, I would see God riding a Harley As fast as he goes it's called Godspeed No matter what area you live in He is there to help you, indeed He goes through towns and cities, Disguised like a man. Just finding people, Who really need a hand. After awhile, he heads back on the road, Listening to people, who are...

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