Short Mustang Poems
Short Mustang Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mustang by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mustang by length and keyword.
Flowing in a summer breeze
Long feral scarf out a convertible mustang
Wildly free across sunbaked sky
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
When a Ford Mustang and a T-Bird collided it created a mess for sure!
When cops arrived on scene all that remained was a pile of feathers and a heap of manure!
I still have dreams of my favorite car
It took me to places not really far
On some days it would not start
One day it just fell apart
So few moments we were on par
I remember my Mustang the year '64
Fire engine red with four on the floor
Wheels with spinners, new at the time
Manual AC, truly devine!
Racing police, zippin past Vets
Mustang Sally, GOOD AS IT GETS!
in an absent room
smoke fills the lights
they dance.
because they must.
he was a mustang moving wild,
she was healing and warm as
foamed water from a distant stream.
she was full in fragrance.
dance now as the mystery is
bold and brave.
A beautiful mustang drove past me
The sound of its engine was gasping
It's my dream car
Me and that mustang can go so far
That car is soon to be mine
I can't wait for my speeding fine
In my dreams this car can fly
Me and my mustang in love in the sky
Pic's of friend's grandkids,
my son, his girlfriend
A wooden mallard
A wooden mustang
My grandpa's paintings
My game keyboard
December chill
An itchy back
A cold, wet nose
Neighbor's chat
Creaking walls
Toasty dryer
Hot tea
ginger
Scone
Lee bridged the race divide
when prejudice had nowhere to hide-
Riding a mustang in the sky
His deeds gave bigotry the lie,
sterotyping his,to defy.
Tribute to Lt-Colonel Lee Archer (1919-2010) WW2 fighter pilot and VP of General Foods who
died this past week
I have a friend by the name of Tim,
He keeps in shape when frequents the gym.
His Kelly green Mustang he drove
And smack'd it into a cove.
The witches got him and ate one of his limbs!
Dorian Petersen
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
October,5,2014
Three Horses
Written: by Tom Wright
1/16/2016
Yesterday was the Arabian,
That I no longer ride;
Today, is the quarter horse,
I’m deep seated astride.
Tomorrow is the Mustang,
I anxiously wait to see.
If I’m healthy to ride it,
Or if it shakes off me;
In the distance I hear the Indianapolis 500
or maybe it is a truly aggressive muscle car
it is traveling south west
her fierce engine sounds remind me of my red mustang
my purple trans am, my powerful 442.
Cars that would burn up the road
racing worthy
I smile remembering my life pre-mini-vans
Appaloosa, Mustang or Paint
Breeds to ride and love, breeds who ain’t
Broken by pain or heartbreak
But show them a rattlesnake
That horse won’t have much self-restraint
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The thundered hooves of horses wild
In faded thoughts still softly sound
From distant thunder Mustang style
The thundered hooves of horses wild
Still echo back from times beguiled
Of olden days and men renown
The thundered hooves of horses wild
In faded thoughts still softly sound.
Timothy I. Brumley
It’s weird how some of the most beautiful natural areas
I know were brought to my attention by warplane crashes.
In this case the P-51 Mustang.
The areas are Castleshaw Moor and Rooley Moor.
At those locations I feel truly at peace.
I’d stay forever...
from New Dawn 2971
Nick Armbrister and other authors/poets/writers
belong to Jesus gang
you could tell by way we sang
with a Southern twang
down whole church He brang
with Him danced and swang
around with liked to hang
gave me a mustang
heard bells when they rang
learning how to add
after my math had been bad
became a new fad
was another drone
causing us to moan and groan
should leave us alone
WAS THAT A GIRL I JUST SAW, KISSING HER FRIEND, DOWN AT THE MALL?
RIDING IN A MUSTANG,AND THINKING THEY LOOK COOL,WHILE CALLING EACH GUY THEY SEE A TOOL.
HUGGING EACH OTHER IN A PUBLIC SQUARE, NOT CARING ABOUT WHO SEES THEM THERE.
EATING CHOCOLATE AND WATCHING ELLEN, SHE KISSED HER FRIEND, WHILE WATCHING "GIRLS" ON HBO, AND JUST CHILLIN'.
Yeah, I'm five lines out,
and ain't coming back.
Gonna ride on cloud,
in a Mac Cadillac.
Me and miss Jilly,
yeah, she's all that.
Riding on cloud nine
in a Mac Cadillac.
Goin to find Wilson,
wherever he's at.
He sang of Sally,
and her Mustang act
Wanna hear him again,
the Man kick's it back.
Gotta ride on cloud nine,
In a Mac Cadillac.
A Mustang and a Thunderbird tangled
Both automobiles were badly mangled
When the cops sorted it out
There was seen strewn all about
Horse manure and feathers when untangled
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 1 in PD's "Another Crazy & Fun Limerick Contest #2" - June 2012
The horse was born
Outside in the wild
Where hooves have worn
The intentions have riled
The future running over the land
They consider what lies ahead
And remember the impacts of man
Greater fear of what they dread
Building of cities far and wide
Have left no room to run free
Forcing the mustang to abide
Their freedom will cease to be
March 2018
Fish
I am cheesy.
I am straightforward, dead inside, tired, and sarcastic.
Brother of Tyrone.
Lover of nothing, no one, and nobody.
Who feels hatred for this poem, smooth, and closed.
Who fears showing emotion, socialization, and girls.
Who would like to see the world end, a brand new Ps4 that’s for him, and food.
Resident of 3401 Mustang Way, Hemet, CA 92545.
I am a fish.
Inexhaustible
Was what she was
She never tired
Nor seemed to slow
Perfectly tuned
Reaching manic speeds
She purred in my hands
When off we would go
Everyone salivated
As jealousy reared
Its ugly head
When she was with me
Damn the impudence
I had to stand back
As it was my car
Everyone did see
She was cherry red
White leather seats
57 Mustang
Boy, she rode sweet
A flash of lightning on
Marilyn Monroe's back
lights up the desert sky
on the set,
as
Clark Gable
shifts his weary weight
on an impatient
mustang.
This will be his last showdown
Here are the ghosts
of beauty and
pain,
almost gone.......
Twined together
for our greedy consumption,
We reap their Golden Years,
thirsting
for that lost oasis
that once was....
Cinema.
In the middle of the field
He stands there
Tall and Strong
The wind blowing his mane and tail
As he stands there eyes so bold with a story to tell
He is wild like the thunder
No one can touch him
He longs for freedom
Like the one he use to know
He sees the ropes coming at him
Before they catch him he lets out a mighty cry
But for this Mustang it was all just a dream
For his spirit will never be broken
Form:
They say every guy has a girl
that gets way.
They also say that God has the
perfect girl that will stay.
Well I want her to runaway.
I want the one that made and
destroyed my day.
I miss her eyes,smell,her being
around,and everything she use
to say.
Em I in love, Dang..
I hate driving around and
seeing her mustang.
Im hoping for change.
But we are on different page.
Same pain.
Different stage.
Same lane-Mario Perez
This 1966 mustang that i own
It unique and thinks it has it own throne
Oh yes it drives
Thats until the engine dies
Was this car ever fast
To me it seems out classed
Since last year I've worked on this car
Everyone knows i haven't got that far
But i know it has potential
Even thought i just broke it rear end differential
It doesn't roar
And no its not like that greek god thoar
More or less its funny
I should call it a big lovable bunny