Nascar Poems - Poems about Nascar

14 Days of a Haiku representing 14 laps of a rookie driver’s first NASCAR race. Lap 1 Green Flag - (4/16/25) @ 2:23pm Engines roar to life, Rookies grip is tight with nerves First lap, heart on fire. Lap 2 – (4/17/25) @ 8:39pm Race line forms too quick, Rookie swerves, nearly spins out “Keep it steady, kid!” Lap 3 – (4/18/25) @ 1:02pm Missed...

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SHE LOVES NASCAR She loves NASCAR. I prefer Gaugin or Renoir but she loves NASCAR. It's a southern fascination as Dixie as Faulkner or sweet potato pie. I love NASCAR, She squeals like tires burning, out of breath. The only thing that moves like lightening in the...

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Nascar Crazy __________________________ It's really quit a show to watch my Husband and oldest son as their yelling at the t.v when the race is on. Nascar seems to spark excitment watching them go fast and as much as I'd like to watch my attention span doesn't last. I have been to just one race, they are very loud it's really not my kinda thing fighting through...

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Sometimes she reminisce about suicidal accounts, As a result she didn't possess money in her account, Subconscious playing NASCAR because her Brain/Heart occasionally racing, Attempts regaining Love nonetheless she always end up chasing. - Loverboi...

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Around and around the track they go And who will win, well you just don't know. When they crash or spin out That's what it's all about. Without it , it's a pretty lame show. for Royal Trevinos sports limerick contest...

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The speedometer busted sixty, motor screaming r r r s, Smoked his firestones weavin’ and passin’ cars! He slammed third dumped the clutch and headed north, At a hundred five, he hit the highway and found fourth… The smell of burning rubber filled the cab, He pressed pedal to the metal for all she had! Turbo screamed, the engine roared! G,s...

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(This is a fictional poem) I'm a Nascar driver and I'm one of the best. I always win and the losers are depressed. I always come in first on racing day. The other racers eat dust as I blow them away. Last week a driver cussed me out because he came in last. He's jealous of my car because it's...

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