Short Chevrolet Poems

Short Chevrolet Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Chevrolet by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Chevrolet by length and keyword.


A Testament

Cracked dusky humid industrial decay
Perched crows survive death of abandoned Chevrolet
A testament of humanity’s constant change


Premium Member Ate My Chevrolet

Saw a dinosaur on my driveway today Haven't been drinking, just trust me I say Pink and green He was kinda mean Know how I know, he ate my Chevrolet
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Tv Ads of the 50s and 60s

cuckoo for Coco Puffs
Plop plop fizz fizz
bibbity bobbity boo
See the USA in a Chevrolet
Winston tastes good
Like a
Knock Knock
cigarette should
I miss the fifties and sixties

Premium Member wedding memories

salty crescent nuts
bride and groom on wedding cake
purple and green mints

crepe paper streamers
super romantic first dance
silver disco ball

branson honeymoon
tin cans tied to Chevrolet
happy beginnings
Form: Senryu

Country - Plaiedes

COUNTRY - PLAIEDES
Country music standard Comes back again to me Courtesy Billie-Jo. Chevrolet parking up, Courting in the drive-in Classic car remembered Can’t get them any more 14th October 2020 Plaiedes 2 Poetry Contest Sponsor - Joseph May
Form: Verse


Premium Member Big Jack

BIG JACK

“Big Jack’s Chevrolet!”
That’s Big Jack talking his cars
He is pathetic!
Jack has a hyena voice
Uses hands to make a point

It’s one of two things –
He’s too tight to pay a pro
(thinks he’s just as good)
Or    he loves to see himself
Big Jack    on TELEVISION!

Retch
Form: Tanka

The End of Spring Soiree

~^~ ~~^^~~ in the early month of May sunsets pink & orange in Santa Fe in a top down purple Chevrolet radio rhythm songs do play ~^~ car club cruise is underway Impalas, Novas, Chevys on display route 66 rockin' in the U.S.A. at The End Of Spring Soiree ~~^^~~ ~^~
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Labour Day Breakaway

the gossip goes that the lad O'Shea
stands accused of mischief and horseplay
worse ~ caught righthanded at the town café
looking for a quick and easy payday
now he's laying low in some forsaken hideaway
waiting to make a swift getaway
trying his best to outrun judgment day
in his best friend's brand new Chevrolet



AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Form: Monorhyme

What Will It Be, How Will It Be

beauty salon gossip,
or presidential debate ...
Laundress conversation,
or trump x joe ?
Will  It be :
Socialism where "scarcity of everything"
or liberal Chevrolet fish tail?
Which team are you fan of?
Proud boys
or chicago boys ¹
Stick Man Brothers
or barred at the ball?
cheap proselytism for leeches
or expensive pleasure for the ignorant?
what will it be, how will it be?



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Lovely Storm

Rain hitting the windshield
The sound very soothing, speaking with every drop
Hypnotizing to my eyes and ears
Here to wash away angry thoughts
Mimicking my present tears

Wind slightly rocks my Chevrolet 
Inviting the wind as I crack my window
It runs past my face  
Cooling my temper with ease
A light mist tagging along to assist

Done crying, done being angry
Think i'll stay until the rain passes

Mini Metro Chevrolet Matiz

MINI METRO – CHEVROLET MATIZ

Sat in the back of a car – Mini Metro or Chevrolet Matiz – 
just waiting for the crash. My crash part of our crash. 
Pulping my flesh, tearing skin, crushing bones. 

Severing my head as my unbroken left arm twitches – 
nerve ending! At my eyes’ last sight. 

Mini Metro comes to rest on its side, petrol pools and burns. 
Other car gently rocks on broken axle. 
All die with perfect, mechanical precision.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Road Trip

Riding in the shotgun seat, of our old Chevrolet.
On the road to adventure, in the late part of May.
Annoying my dad, with the choice of music I play.
Damn my distracting him, we're now going the wrong way.

The road is dark and dusty, we're running out of day.
Ripping along at eighty, with not alot to say.
In the midst of that silence, I use the time to pray.
Please Lord can you help me, I need a safe place to stay.


Kim Merryman's Road Trip Contest.
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member From Betty Boop To Poetry Soup

In '29 -- Betty Boop 
 In '34 -- Marx Bros. 'Duck Soup'  
  In '39 -- Benny Goodman's Jazz Group
   In '49 -- Chevrolet Hardtop Coupe
    In '59 -- the Hula Hoop 
     In '69 -- Joplin, Hendrix, and Woodstock's musical groups
      In '79 -- psychological encounter groups
       In '89 -- Jordan, Magic & Larry, and NBA hoops
        In '99 -- Chicago's Loop
         In 2009 -- tea party splinter groups
          In two-oh-one-nine -- Will it be Poetry soup?
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Winston Tastes Good

Winston tastes good like a knock knock cigarette should.
See the USA in a Chevrolet, visit Dinah Shore along the way.
But be sure and be toting some Chesterfield Lights.
So we can be sexy and sultry on these winter nights.

The Marlboro Man is waiting just around the next bend.
When you see him, blow some smoke rings up in the wind.
Cigarettes are sensual, and they will make you look Kool.
Have one lit up and ready at all times; it is the 50's cigarette rule!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member At The Fair

The band plays joyously,
The fun fair is in full swing.
We walk along the promenade,
Stopping every few footsteps
To hail old friends and make some new.
Then from across the street
She sees a lifelong friend
She crosses quickly, unaware
That someone mad is driving
His newly bought Chevrolet.
The screech of tyres shattering the joy of the fair.
The immortal scythe descended
And death claimed its mortal dues. 
I stand, dumbfounded, eyes filled with tears.

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