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Motorcycles Poems

Nowhere Man

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

Categories: motorcycles, men,
Form: Rhyme

pink hair and motorcycles

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

Categories: motorcycles, first love, i love
Form: Free verse

Hearing Motorcycles

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

Categories: motorcycles, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

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

Categories: motorcycles, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Light Verse

Lubricated Descriptions of Motorcycles Angels

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

Categories: motorcycles, brother, devotion, funeral, life,
Form: I do not know?