Short Pistons Poems
Short Pistons Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pistons by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pistons by length and keyword.
What goes up must come down they say
It applies to so many things every day
Like pistons in a car
Or fun in the boudoir
When couples perform their nighttime plié
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
pistons, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
So it is
Mounting tension
Camel’s back
Atlas
Crumbling stone
In the face of God
Clock melts
Slows
Stop
Pistons steam
Heat
Slowly
Powerful
Steel on steel
Grinding the air
So it is
You will not defeat me
Categories:
pistons, life, on work and working, people
Form:
Free verse
Hear that roaring sounds of the engines,
Pistons moving with steam coming out of the sides,
Everybody is in line for the ride,
Everybody is in line for the ride.
Your brain waves have changed,
Thoughts are the same,
Nobody questions the experience,
Were all think the same.
Categories:
pistons, imagination, social,
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
pistons, life,
Form:
Free verse
clutching
my pillow
from first
to second base
racing into third
fourth then fifth
freely speeding
yet not meeting
expected
expectations
stripping gears
shifting down
pistons beating
radiantly steaming
switching off
high beams
now to
broken
down
blinkers
blinking
dimming
giving into
a dead battery
Categories:
pistons, muse,
Form:
I do not know?
TWO
there are always two
entering as animals
from the outer
pistons in motion
planting fans for
one another
burnt out brains
searching names
is it a heart…
a holocaust
or just a
flame?
to feel pain
for real …
just once again
I would die for
as a final
claim
© Kim van Breda—27 November 2015
Categories:
pistons, feelings, friendship,
Form:
Free verse
the shamegasket…
sealed to its shame
pounding pistons
steam-hiss-bang
don’t let go
won’t let go
polymer of repression
weakening, yielding…
No!
slam-whish-clang
drive-control-wield
must…hold
can’t…help me…oh no
letting…go…now
yes, that’s it
Blow! Blow! Blow!
oil-stained junkyard
slowly spinning
slanted yellow moon
mocks twisted hearts
Categories:
pistons, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
eyelash fury wondering what has happened
seeking absolution
her dark nostrils flaring
raw pencil shaded face
artist holds her gently
balanced by flower pistons
teardrop pendant holds her place
madness or sensibleness?
the artist laughs at her risk-taking prowess
trying something new, enticing the masses
encouraging others to
live outside the lines
Categories:
pistons, art,
Form:
Free verse
The need for speed is great
Shift a gear higher
Speed limits made to break
Sets your veins on fire
Shift a gear higher
The RPM's just climb
You feel pistons fire
The rush is so sublime
Speed limits made to break
Thirty-five over
Foot just avoids the brake
Forty-five over
Sets your veins on fire
Thrill makes you feel alive
Wake up! Just a dream...
Time to go for a drive!
Categories:
pistons, adventure
Form:
Quatrain
A creative mix of oil and blood,
for it only matters whats under the hood.
And the smell of gas,
and the smell is good.
Eight pistons tunring,
the rich fuel burning.
The need to race,
the urge thats churning.
The stretch of open road,
to only go fast, I make an ode.
The acceleration that stops,
the blood that once flowed.
Driving is not a sin,
it just shows where I've been.
Categories:
pistons, adventure, on work and working, peace, science,
Form:
Sonnet
So, stranded on Framingham Turnpike,
I walked from the corpse of my Vette
(Unsure just what gasoline burns like),
as far as my high heels could get.
The tow trucker guy got my blood up,
his big chest all covered in hair.
He wordlessly lifted the hood up,
and studied the engine with care.
I’d let the poor pistons get wet, or
my battery somehow went flat?
He said, “Crap in the damn carburetor.”
“How often, dude, must I do that?”
Categories:
pistons, car,
Form:
Rhyme
I have an impulse
A dark desire
That the world would end
In situation dire
I have a nail to drive
In the heads
Of the leaders of the world
Politicians dead
I have a key to ignite
The bombs
Explosive wave glows
Destruction to calm
I have a cycle
Pistons of fire
To light up the highways
The law is a liar
I have the power
Over men lined on the road
They know who I am
Youth never old
I have the anarchy
The world agreed
A world in flames
Is what we need
Categories:
pistons, world,
Form:
Rhyme
HEADBORED
hello head
are you bored
again
well let’s see
how to fix
this… but you
have to pledge
to stop
being real
refuse this
mediocrity
with…
insane destinations
trains dragging
through smoke
inhalation
pistons in motion
merciless churns
the zoo of new
invisible props
***** moons
dead furniture
dread looms
endless glitter
pickled filters
recognize
what to change
In this crazed
headbored
maze
© Kim van Breda—11 November 2015
Categories:
pistons, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
Recalling the nights of
leather caressing leather
I held you between my thighs
as I straddle your curves
controlling your throbbing power
while my feet barely touched the ground
as we moved together
pulling you back and keeping it slow
then letting you growl and speed through
the darkness then pulling you back
to slow your pistons pumping
my sinews stretching
as we reach that destination
I’m one with my machine
my Gixxer baby
© JG Farmer 2017
Form: Free Verse
Categories:
pistons, introspection, love,
Form:
Free verse