Short Motorcycle Poems
Short Motorcycle Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Motorcycle by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Motorcycle by length and keyword.
harley beside me
sound of sleep
cranky passenger
MagiCicada13
*Harley Davidson Motorcycle
The difference between
what you want
and what you need
—is what you can fit on a motorcycle
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
rooster still crowing
a motorcycle buzz noise
lazy summer day
i slept until ten
feeling more myself today
Vitamin d bath
My Valentine a giant with huge feet
He loves to cuddle up close to me
Yet I don’t adore
Sound of his snore
Like a motorcycle slowly dying
from
Incident Report 74399 2020
JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX
Motorcycle
I rode a bike one time
When I was 17
Never again
They’re dangerous
If my bike sails through evil,… there is little doubt I’m Knievel
If I Am A Super Heroine-Hero Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Burl
August 28, 2020
headlight came out of the dusk
heading straight down the middle of Highway Six
He is going to hit us!
The motorcycle drove through us
A ghost cycle
Our son
i love the roar of a Harley
watching them scream down st. rt. 66
their freedom excites me
when i ride i blend in with
the wind and all my problems dissappear
Just climb onto the back of my Harley
And we shall ride to the songs of Bob Marley,
In no time at all
We'll be in Senegal,
Though I might stop for lunch in Kigali.
he was a Nazi
doing what he thought he should
killing innocents
without a care
when he rode his motorcycle into hell
the others shuddered
fearful of this evil soldier
We school friends met
After five decades
One came by air
One by car via
One motorcycle share
One by public bus fare
We school friends met
After five decades!
Since Ma turned ninety,
she's slowed down
while riding her hog.
"Hog"--slang for large, heavy motorcycle
September 21, 2018, entered in Maureen McGreavy's Biker's Dozen Contest
Mustached, smiling motorcycle man.
Marvelous medic. Perennial helping hand.
Stony chuckle, mainstay of Auburn clan.
Journey well. May your afterlife be grand.
-Angel Fatale-
-r.i.p. Rob
i am bare-headed
on his motorcycle
every mile is in his hands
i am free,
sight-seeing,
adventurous
i am with the wind
with the road
on a trip
to nowhere
it's the experience
that i love
What do you call a laughing motorcycle?
The answer is gonna send you into fits of laugh-o-cycles
Are you ready to guffaw?
It's a Yamahahahahaha
Calm down now, remember your signs vital
If there was ever a perfect day it is this day
Blue sky, monarch butterfly, twin cardinals,
sunshine, gentle breeze, slightly singing wind chimes,
comfy cat, happy dog, motorcycle sounds, rooster crows
someone’s baby boy
relishing in spring fever
motorcycle revs
looks hot in leather
should be wearing a helmet
chaps over blue jeans
someone's baby boy
tearing down busy freeway
motorcycle fever
What do you call a laughing motorcycle?
The answer is gonna send you into fits of laugh-o-cycles
Are you ready to guffaw?
It's a Yamahahahahaha
Calm down now, remember your signs vital
Trying to shoot the moon!
Your butt looks like octomom’s womb.
Inclined as you ride.
Not a crack you can hide.
The seat got lost in a tomb.
© May 23 2010 For Carolyn’s “Battle of the Bulge” contest.
The purple ground cover came up overnight
Miraculously covering the yard in blankets
I step gingerly, coaxing winter daisies to take a hint
Sidestep a teeny white violet, a motorcycle sound in the distance.
Stopped at a red light, a motorcycle pulls up next to her
She turns her head to the left; agape, frozen in sheer amazement
Actor Brad Pitt waits with her; a surreal experience.
there is nothing better
then the feel of
speed on a motorcycle
the wind whipping
through tussled hair
the freedom of choice
to wear a helmet or not
and the occasional
slap on the face
by a passing bug
motorcycle roars
penetrating the quiet night
shattering the silence
aircraft on the runway
jet engines scream before lift off
to the clouds above
on the waterfront
ocean liner calling her flock
- the loud blaring horn
A distant motorcycle drones
Fading away
“that” dog barks
It must be 8:15
A bus honks
A siren sounds
Jet engines overhead
A quick dream
The furnace kicks in
Breakfast!
Maybe pancakes?
John G. Lawless
©4/8/2023
a train whistle
motorcycle starting up
rumble of road
tiny sounds of a wind chime
distant door being closed
far off conversation
we sit together, the sun and I
conversing telepathically
listening to afternoon noises