Short Riding Shotgun Poems
Short Riding Shotgun Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Riding Shotgun by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Riding Shotgun by length and keyword.
A Pleasant Memory
I learnt to ride
many years ago,
upon a mare
who was rather slow!
Dear old Fruitgum
became a great chum,
each Saturday hack,
riding shotgun at the back!...
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Categories:
riding shotgun, animals, nostalgia, sports
Form:
Quatrain
Saturday Memory
A pleasant memory
I learnt to ride
many years ago,
upon a mare
who was rather slow!
Dear old Fruitgum
became a great chum,
each Saturday hack,
riding shotgun at the back!...
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Categories:
riding shotgun, horse,
Form:
Bio
July 1969 - Neil Armstrong's Moon
I’m riding shotgun in her car
as we drive through the night
neath Neil Armstrong’s moon
radio plays that Animal’s song
but San Francisco's almost as
far from this humid Oklahoma
night as Neil Armstrong’s cold
moon yet maybe I’ll get
past second base tonight....
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Categories:
riding shotgun, america, history, moon,
Form:
Free verse
Bringing Up the Rear
The only one along this road…
riding shotgun through my mind
Tomorrow waits for someone else,
lost wanderings consigned
Forgetting what the moment augurs,
living in the past
Confirming what I’m most afraid of
—behind whoever’s last
(The New Room: January, 2022)...
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Categories:
riding shotgun, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Riding God's Shotgun
I’ve spent my entire life sharpening my bullets
like row upon row upon row of metal teeth
that are shed when the shark is biting
riding the night sky lightening
lighting the night sky writing
God’s hand is forced
to sign his own name
regarding all unsettled business
the Devil’s keeping score
and I will see you when I see you
God is riding shotgun
I am riding God’s shotgun...
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Categories:
riding shotgun, angst, appreciation, conflict, judgement, life, passion, power,
Form:
Free verse
Down the Road Apiece
Downtown dead weight
Hurled like a heavy piece of irony
Specks of sometimes riding shotgun
Blankets of stars that never sleep
Upheaval and missions of monsters
World gone wrong messages
Edging ever closer to weary
Sometimes a great notion
Readiness and tangible freedom
Waxing moons breathing shallow
Deliveries to empty doorsteps
Time again and again
Forward the motion in prayer
Forlorn and high like a kite
Innocence dressed immaculate
Down the road apiece...
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Categories:
riding shotgun, addiction, autumn, cool, faith, feelings, identity,
Form:
Free verse