Short Biker Poems
Short Biker Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Biker by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Biker by length and keyword.
this was there day
to get out and play
they came to began
you must be in to win
they was of every face
THE
BIKER RACE
went is cold
they get more bold
in there suite tights
the bike at night
there plan stand
thyer up hill hiker
tthoses
WINTER BIKERS
daddy heard Johnny Cash's song
A boy named Sue
Turned around and named me Chick too
Now I am a biker chick
bullied by many
especially a guy named Rick
I am for all a man to see
Broken, I be
Too old to care
But on a dare
I walk with a limp and a cane
Suffering pain
Deserving all
But standing tall
Accept me for who I am now
Not one to bow
I keep my pride
For the last ride
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.
Early morning
on summer days
he throws on his gear
and heads down the road
wind in his hair
and an adventure in his heart
ready to explore
whatever comes his way
the new bike path
freshly paved
aligning with interstate 75
or a lengthy ride through Graceland cemetery
under the big four bridge
looking for wildlife as he goes
his destination unknown
After one too many beers
in the wee hours of the night,
I whizzed around town on my
motorbike, feeling light.
I zoomed into dim sidestreets
and who or what did I meet?
Deep potholes, like drunk hobos,
recklessly crossing the street!
But nastier than potholes,
the pavement was a different case.
It leaped and stood bolt upright
and slammed hard against my face !!
What makes a person a biker,
is it something that you can see?
Is it something that can be acquired
or is it hereditary?
What makes a person a biker,
is it the leather that he wears?
Is it the kind of scooter he rides,
or the length of his hair?
What truly makes a biker
is what's inside the heart!
A love for freedom of the road,
with freedom being the best part
Form:
I need to sell this bike
Dad says, a suzuki 550s
after it melts a hole
in my shoe and burns me
melting my ankle a bit
screaming down the hill
"Dad Stop the bike!"
I say
he rips my shoe out
burned rubber and skin
Eating berries makes me stop crying
Dad tells me he knows the people who live here
and we talk about the homes we've lived in
reminding me of many places
I don't know why that is important
but it is.
When I'm on my bike,leather jacket,shades,I feel cool....
No helmet
I wanna feel free.
Free especially from rule.
Just me and the road.
From here to there.
Sun on my face.
Wind blowing my hair
It's my true self.
So happy.
So mean.
No longer held back.
From a corporate machine.
The loud thunderous noise.
Always keeping my poise.
Sometimes I'm alone.
Sometimes with my boys.
When I'm on my bike,leather jacket,shades,I feel cool.
off by all only slightly, like a biker wearing a white striped, black leather jacket passing through the middle of the lane.
"ive gone crazy before i can handle this"
"oh its eleven o' clock"
like a scene with an edited in shake and a man pulling at his hair yelling out
loud.
"i just want to live happily... normally happily"
"bah i cant bear it!!! i guess I'll give in"
on by all every so fully, as if the car got hit because of the biker