Short Cars Poems
Short Cars Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cars by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cars by length and keyword.
few cars for liftoff
disappointed by “no-go”
sighs and shrugs
but in 1969
it was a parking lot high
C-ars
H-ave
A-ccelarated
R-acing
L-ife
I-n
E-arnest
Topic: Birthday of Charlie Edmond Alo (April 23)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
its take heart
to be apart
of this group
they just shut
when mortor run
fast like a sungun
theyer from the
heaven stars
to drive
RACEING CARS
Cars
Expensive, convenient
Traveling, shopping, visiting
Money talks, excuses walk
Pleasure
9/27/2020
11pm PST
just dots upon
the greenwich sky
swinging london
from the air
with eyes wide shut
and riding high
across the thames
'where tourists dare'.
There once was a chap from Madagascar
Who was nuts about women and fast cars
He left the island
Invested in nylon
Now he's an executive at NASCAR
in out lot theyer hot
some small
strong as a wall
we have lots of stuff
bus trucks
just spend a few buck
you can ride to the stars
in our
UESES CARS
and I go out in the street
I become a stuff for other stuff
and I go.
then
I cover my eardrums and I press
I press to see
should begin
from somewhere!
The car must become a freethinker
Case someone it might greatly injure
It clearly must steer
And brake and change gear
And give other bad drivers the finger
There once was an alien from Mars
Who went ape over fast women and cars
He'd searched all the stars
Every tavern and bar
Thinking: "Sure wish those women were ours!"
I went for a drive on cars of any brand.
Yesterday, for example, was driven by "Ferrari".
I was too drunk and very much in a hurry,
And the road crossed completely on the red!
They roar up the street in a thunderous way
Where are they heading? The great big highway?
The engine whines as they push the metal down.
We hear teenagers’ cars straining all over town.
Always building cars,
Dodge enjoyed framing grand historical ideas.
Jaguar kept long models noble.
Overdrawn Pontiac quadrupled.
Rare Saturn tested unfair.
Victorious winner xeroxed yet zany.
Frequent flying will leave the Earth dead.
Driving cars means disaster ahead.
And we must give up meat
or our maker we’ll meet.
So it’s settled: we're staying in bed.
Self-driving cars are coming, they're not far off
Are we ready to trust them if we get into the sauce
If we stagger about
Holler and shout
Jump into the driver's seat and continue to froth
few leaves fewer tints
birds migrate to southern wind
old cars slowing down
September 9, 2019
A Transition of Seasons Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Note: autumn turns into winter
cars pass by
the hospital
by the crematory
and emit exhaust fumes
and the chimneys
by the crematory
they emit smoke
emit the dead
from Dante's Inferno
and we breathe them
we breathe death
and sneeze a lot
Last year 17.6 million cars were sold world-wide
That's a record, blows my mind but we take it in stride
That doesn't include
Ones already in use
Makers are all giggling as to their mansions they ride
Hmmm self driving cars... kinda scary
It'll take some getting used to for the very wary
It'll certainly take trust
Open mindedness is a must
Won't be first in line, seems kinda hairy
© Jack Ellison 2016
Motion pictures became movies
Then turned into flicks
Automobiles became cars
and lost their stick shifts
Cars need to be licensed
Don't lose your title
'Cos if you can't drive
Your motor will idle
Like scenes from a romance the world passed by
When you came into view and Time stood still
As I sat agape, mesmerized until
Our cars moved on before I could say “Hi!”
Now my heart’s left with an eternal sigh.
October 27, 2025
Self-driving cars scare the hell out of me
What if they're female, I'd soil myself down past my knees
Now don't write me letters
Choosers can't be beggars
Love the chickies but these would make even my anti freeze
Cars in the seventies,
Had character, you see,
Lime green Fords with stripes GT,
Waxed on weekends, thoroughly,
Double Cam exhausts with Mag wheels,
Now bland cars are the deal,
White, black, silver or grey,
Purple or orange cars just drove away!
Hissing cars
Swishing trucks
Rumbling bikes
Life is a highway
Really?
Combusting cylinders
Pumping pistons
Turning crankshaft
Spinning flywheel
Engaging transmission
Motoring drive
Tranferring power
Rolling tires
Hissing
Swishing
Rumbling
Crash and burn
Life goes on
two gleaming shiny cars
how much do they know?
they have taken our family on many journeys
they have seen our anger
Do they make fun of us
Behind our backs?
Maybe in front of our faces?
How can we shame or punish them
if we don’t know?
I stare at the cars in my driveway
resenting their feeling of superiority