Short Grand Prix Poems
Short Grand Prix Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Grand Prix by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Grand Prix by length and keyword.
Hooray Hooray
Bruce Anstey won today
Wohoooooooooooooooo
Tribute to my favourite Motorbike Rider who won
Formula 1 Classic TT race and achieved a new lap record
at the Manx Grand Prix on the Isle of Man today
Jan Allison
26th August 2014
The boy, he drowns in it,
That double-breasted flesh blanket,
Striped and stylish upside down noose,
It's too hard to get loose.
Death delayed as he sees the tree,
The checkered lag finally waves,
He's the champion of this Grand Prix
against the non-competing slaves
Lukewarm loudmouth listless ludicrous Leland Lee
Made a merry mockery goading murderous Melody
Nefarious needlessness if you ask the likes of me
Offensive objectifying ornery oddball oddity.
Parlaying pretty pukey habits during the grand Prix
Quarrels started up about it all over our family.
The sweet royal decree made by me
Helped my great drivers win the grand prix,
Their keen pit crews readily agree
Fine majestic designs made by me
Helped them win in six laps, and let them be
The royal big winners in a spree,
Earned our racers number one degree,
So the rest of you please let them be.
So I saved the day, me and my royal decree.
Some celebrate these three:
Faith, hope, and charity,
But I’m inclined to confess:
Joy, hope, and kindness --
Joy, a reward for faithfulness,
Hope brings future clarity
Kindness is the grand prix!
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written February 6, 2022
Especially for “Joy, Hope, and Kindness” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Angela Tune
New Years Eve what sight will be
The church bells play song grand prix
As fireworks put on show_ high
Ring out wild bells to wild sky
As the sun drops down on horizon
All set once in a lifetime blazon
All little ones will turn to sky their eye
Ring out wild bells to wild sky
Soon show will be over_ tired, sleepy
Little ones will go home_ some weepy
End old year with great goodby
Ring out wild bells to wild sky
Two bodies hanging from annihilated cars
Collided hearts
Crashed at the lips
Creating daydreams with the impact of their fingertips
Worlds bleeding onto the jagged spears of shattered windshields
Love forming on the merged, crumpled hoods; Love the bodies can't feel
A marriage in death
Exchanging vows in silent breath
You may kiss the bride, the stranger
Upon this altar of a devastated Pontiac Grand Prix and a mangled Jeep Wrangler
There they go!
Flying through the air!
Hundreds of them!
In different colors! Everywhere!
Red ship, blue ship, three ship four!
Who will win? When will it end?
I can't bear to look anymore!
Into the bunker we'll jump.
Darkness for weeks
Sitting rump-to-rump.
'Till the damned Zydeco music stops blarin'
And the five-headed announcer stops caring.
No one's watching the alien race, anyway.
What a horrible host planet
For the Grand Prix Milky Way.