Short Big Wheel Poems
Short Big Wheel Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Big Wheel by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Big Wheel by length and keyword.
Trump says to become a Big Wheel
Just master, "The Art of the Deal"
Look square in the eye
Tell lie after lie
And say they're to blame when they squeal!
The White House is our nation's grinder
With Donald Trump our main fault finder
To prove he's a man
He fires those he can
And then claims he could not be kinder
tricycle came first
and then the Big Wheel
later came a bike
rented rollerskates
skateboard was a gift
those were my wheels
feet over wheels
I love walking
soles don’t go flat
walk the malls
the casinos
and the parks
us two
nonstop
walk
The speed, invigorating,
damp mist, breeze through my hair,
aghast at the roar's and scream's from a far,
faster and faster,
my palm's getting clammier and clammier,
stillness in mid air,
my heart skips a beat,
please, please get me to my feet.
Automobile vintage
Armed with few horsepowers
American girls dreams
Amazing and stylish
Agile it still rolling
Away with big wheel bike
Admit, prime example
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(poem in the Pleiades form)
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as i jones
on the phone
my battery
is low
i use all the energy
i have inside
to carry the
conversation
and flow
desire
flames inside
like fire
her names
rolling on my
tummy like a big wheel
tire
emotions is incredible
be with you is what i rather do
if you feeling me
the rest don't matter boo!
to be contiunue
Form:
A big wheel of light
and hobby-horses, and fear, and laughter (pumpkin fear-laughter).
At the hour of Halloween one to be there
-to intercede -
for my kids, for my fear when I'm banished
and the spooky folk stayed with make up on the memory.
Inside of me there's light and I turn around with open eyes
in that sick world -of loneliness.
At that night of power -
I'm laughing
words
seeking
distilling life
into lines
I'm here
I'm gone
I sure a/f
am
more
than moments
and memories
flesh
and blood
I made
flesh
and blood
made me
the dent
that dents
forever
your cat
your dog
the fly
molesting you
until
the big wheel
turns
it won't be
a house in the Keys
with
six toed cats
but
music
and poetry
lots of
poetry
Pink cotton candy memories come dancing
on the autumn breeze. Every worry flees
as I ride starlight on the "Big Wheel", glancing
upon my waiting world, small in hindsight. Bees
buzz and birds swoon, a taste of moonlit kisses.
At the county fair, romantic dreams were his.
Now, a brown Teddy bear won for me does remain.
Sweet beginnings of our love, never to wane.
Winter clouds hang so low
pregnant with snow
gray and solemn.
Promising
Sweet laundry hangs
heavy on the line,
stiff with February frost.
Forlorn
Soft curls escape wooly hat
as he sits on his Big Wheel
beneath his
crispy blankie.
Comforted
Reaching fingers caress silky binding
reachable.
Thumb plugged in.
Life is good.
Cruisen in my caddilac,
Fins on the back,
Listening to hank on the eight track,
Flying down the highway.
Heading to nashville,
Make a big deal,
Try to be a big wheel,
Gonna play some day.
Got my guitar in it's case,
Smile on my face,
A little of gods grace,
Maybe even play over seas.
Got along way to go,
But someday I know,
Were really gonna grow,
This band called Eastern Breeze.
Dedicated to my friend and his band Eastern Breeze.