Motorcycle Poems - Poems about Motorcycle

My back to the warm wild wind Onyx helmet on my head Trees street mountains blend On a cloud the sun is red Riding with my Harley crew Carolina is our destination Yes where the sky is blue Cardinal song a celebration Like them on we fly too Engines roar as we soar ...

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You ride through shadows, chasing dawn, But you never saw the storm you spawned. I’m not the girl you left behind-- I walk the dark with purpose, spine. Your wheels may spin on borrowed fate, But I was born to navigate. I don't chase ghosts or beg for grace; I set my fire and claim my place. The night knows me--I wear its...

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Motorcyclists terrify me I fear they will fly off the road Who will stop to help? Will we all keep whizzing by? Every motorcyclist is someone’s baby Someone’s grandchild, someone’s love On the interstate where no one is careful, I cringe. Terrified the rider is going to be maimed or killed I say a prayer when I see a motorcyclist heading my way. I...

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Midnight rides—his pulse aligns with the thunder beneath him fingers tracing her curves polishing fire into steel. Wind against his skin she sings beneath him once more Saturday mornings spent bathing her shine in devotion One last glance—wait for me—before stepping inside his grip firm not on the world but the rhythm of her frame. The highway fades yet she alone...

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Watching grown men shop like kids in a candy store...

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suns heat is intense sweating while riding a motorcycle...

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Her name is, Lucy Her twin is Ricky He is green with Envy Because I’ve left him behind There’s no ‘splainin’ to do Nothing more to pursue I just simply knew All I could do was sigh She purrs like a kitten I was totally smitten When my eyes First upon her Did lie My thoughts preoccupied By my diamond in the...

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In seventy-eight, my steel-stallion, KZ1000, pride, wind in my hair. Its Sissy Bar, firm tether, bag secured, my wanderlust's prayer. Where sun, snow, wind sculpt my journey's theme my odyssey untamed, my spirit free. No car to claim, just two wheels flight a bond profound, betwixt...

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On a road trip to Des Moines he bought a sidecar with wheels. Filled it with cheese and peanut butter, mice favorite meals. The mice had a heyday, jumping aboard, eating their fill, having fun. Too fat to run off, they sat there, while he ate gobbled them up one by one....

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Just climb onto the back of my Harley And we shall ride to the songs of Bob Marley, In no time at all We'll be in Senegal, Though I might stop for lunch in Kigali....

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Those Bikes See the goth heavy metal custom motorcycle Ride past with a long haired rider Dressed how they should be dressed Black jeans t shirt denim leather Low rider chopper as it should be With twin coffin saddle bags What a ride to the other side Give him Devil fingers\M/! Then there was a classic looking bike Parked up alone And I saw two racing...

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my internal voice yelled “watch out! He is going to pull out in front of you!” I slowed down for a motorcyclist. A mother’s son A brother a cousin a grandmother’s joy who pulled out in front of my car missing my hood by six feet I have no idea if he saw me or my car but I saw him the boy I saved...

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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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Out there on the Harley, hair streaming in the wind Heading for a picnic in the hills Surely is the ideal place, for clearing of the mind Far away from housework, and the bills My love is on behind me, having full trust in my ride She hugs me round the middle, oh so tight Swinging round the bends, as we...

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Barney Boy aka bull dog boss hog has confident attitude to spare We see him flying around on his Harley doing things we don’t dare He drives down the roads showing off his muscles and physique The motorcycle groupies practically faint; he is that unique....

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