Honda Poems - Poems about Honda

...Your bones are scattered in a boggy field - it happens all the time. Time is your pocket handkerchief, your shattered wristwatch, your best evening pants, all reduced to insect dust. Hundre......Read the rest...

...I'd give you the shirt off my back But only because I'd need you to like me The eyesore that is your beat up honda in the driveway I said I would call but I can see you didn’t believe that Chr......Read the rest...

...The street lamps are left hanging in the rain and the lights around it forces itself out of the darkness blowing the light of hope upon the wet night and the tingling of the bell chime slowly in the ......Read the rest...

...Life's beacon highway Driving this Honda Civic On a bridge to far.......Read the rest...

...Much finer than she was battling with death, Nicer than when she had survivor’s breath Returned to her hurt face the freshest health; Like one who’d begun anew to test wealth… Twenty-One Gun S......Read the rest...

...Phwwwwwhht! Went the high pitched airy sound From the tiny plastic whistle And off the competitors raced Vroom! The car engines revved One Male driver with a Mistress in Toyota Another Fem......Read the rest...

...The dry wind cracks against me Pins and needles running through my blood I choke and pull myself up, again Again and again and again As thoughts swirl through my head In a mire of metal and......Read the rest...

...When his father-in-law got him into the poultry biz in Rhode Island Joe had not fully contemplated that first day to market when he when he failed to truss and bag the birds properly, a ho......Read the rest...

...She drives a fancy newer Mercedes It floats along like a summer breeze She likes to make fun of my Civic Honda To tell the truth, she's rather fond-a The fellow who sits in the driver......Read the rest...

...3/20/22 Maybe eventually we'll find other lifeforms An intense sensation and feeling inside of my core Paid for it, been quite the fight, like a war Aware of it but much of it I ignored Stru......Read the rest...

...this is my cave, this is my mate, these are my skins, these are my berries, my nuts, my grain, this is my spring, these are my rocks, these are my sticks, this is my honda, my space, my lane.......Read the rest...

...Reverend Ralston Pews had no idea what he was going to see at the Honkland Shonkastada Diner, but he knew it would be entertaining. It always was. A tiny confistacate was happening, he could hear......Read the rest...

...?? What if there was a highway In a simple place invested In the city of twisted realities A different darkness a brighter daylight Amongst the caverns they speak There is s......Read the rest...

...Riders Rumble and thunder, here they come, no one dare, ask... from where. The bikes, their trikes... their toys for adventure, seen on the horizon, like a storm. Freedom in thei......Read the rest...

...The Pothole The road was slippery and hazardous, Torrential rainfall flooded the narrow streets, trying to avoid holes, I traverse, My cherry red Honda overheats. Thump! Weird sound beneath ......Read the rest...