Motorcycles Poems - Poems about Motorcycles

Nowhere Man I haven’t rode a motorcycle since 2011. Riding through the trees was like heaven. The last thing on earth that's freedom. He doesn't need much. Just a few bucks. Ride on through with sunglasses. Just ride until your heart's content. Believe me, there's nothing like it. Freedom on a bike. A cool breeze outside. My shadow rides beside me. A lonely man on his bike...

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you remember that one time when ava fell off the swings and cut her knee? how everyone laughed at her for her childish hubris in thinking she could jump and land, unscathed, from that high a distance? how the laughter roared as they watched a 9-year-old cry and clutch her knee with both hands, creating a burrow for blood under...

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abrasive noises streaming noisily motorcycles flabbergast the highway I hear and pray for their worried mothers...

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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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greased up and over with road kill lubricated engines search for the fallen making their urban thunder in the blacken ground up heat of the congested payment with engine-powered by navigating wondering noises internal combustion is the sound of body shaking with amusement thousands of motorbikes making lighting shake ...

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