Honda Poems - Poems about Honda

...The pain of the last few years Bangs around your rib cage Playing your bones like a xylophone songs that you later hear on the radio ripped right from the womb of your love for a girl who drown......Read More

...Manic pixie dream girl say "Have you heard this record?" Manic pixie dream girl says "Let me save you with this record" Let me put the head phones on for you Smile while you listen Cut to your......Read More

...A young student comes from abroad. He wants a car but can’t afford. So he gets some scrap metal And with welding-torch fettle. Now from all those bits in his hoard, He then builds a Honda Accor......Read More

...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 More

...Try not as I might, I am, finally, that guy Shuffling out of Costco, Silver spice brows blink against the sudden sun. Gray hair strands peeking out the back Of my tweedy newsboy cap, Creaking ......Read More

...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 More

... 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 ......Read More

...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 More

...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 More

...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 More

...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 More

...?? 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 More

...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 More

...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 More

...Imagine they find your bones in a boggy field - it happens all the time, speaking of which, time is your pocket handkerchief, your wristwatch, and your best evening pants all reduced to inse......Read More