Harley Poems

Seymour Rides off on a Harley

Seymour was sad that everyone generalized his kind
They do not think I hear, but it hurts, I truly do mind
They say we are slow, because we are snails you see
He did not have to tell me, said his Grandma Vee

She knew that the world made fun of the way they moved
In her day she had

Our Grandma Rides in on a 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.

The wind is swirling in the Tree: Harley Davison motor bike riders are coming to town

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

Took My New Harley For a Morning Spin

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

Dream Machine

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

Harley James

nothing holds him back
no worries, no stress just life
wild and free he is




Harley James
my 15 yr. old son

For Harley

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

Harley and David

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

Motorcycle Riders Terrify Me

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

Riding Harley

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

Harley Healer

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

The Harley Davidson and Me

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

Harley

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

My Harley

MY HARLEY
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(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)

Harley Davidson

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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