Short Seatbelt Poems

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Untitled #97 / Carsick

Carsick staring up at the sky
close the roof as the sun rolls by
my seatbelt is a gray tongue that licks me into my seat
I’m beat, I’m beat, I’m beat, I’m beat, I’m beat
Form: Couplet


Premium Member Avoidable Accident

a deafening thud seatbelt hurriedly fastened a fender bender a cell phone quickly hidden s/he can't explain what happened
written January 26, 2022
Form: Tanka

Chilli Sound Barrier

I have a seatbelt and a helmet in the loo
Eating chilli, precaution is a have to
With the flame from my rear
It was any mans fear
The G force in a spit second was zero to mach 2
Form: Limerick

Premium Member -The Unexpected

Life is full of the unexpected

Both welcomed and not

Never knowing what each day will bring

From life’s mystery pot


So fasten your seatbelt

Enjoy the ride ahead

Try not to dwell on the hard times

Savour all the good times instead
© Deb M   Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

A Very Unfortunate Ride

The sound of my heart
Thump, Thump Thump
The tracks turn to start
Click, Click, Click
The coaster starts to move
Bum, Bum, Bum
My stomach starts to groove
Glur, Glur, Glur
The coaster lift itself 
Shwish, Shwish, Shwish
Forgot to check seatbelt
AH, AH, AH


Premium Member Traffic Safety


Calling all vehicular drivers in this land,
All travelers’ safety is in your hands;
Wear seatbelt, don’t race, over speed or over-take,
You’re not an aviator nor pilot for passengers’ sake;
While driving, avoid drinking and using electronic device
Obey all traffic signals, have license—take my advice.
© Len Gasun  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Virtual Reality

That roller coaster’s SOoooooo
real my stomach lurches and i hold ooooooNTO the sides of my chair WHatttt? Noooo seatbelt! the voices alongside my head say i mustn’t be loud SOoooooo in whispers Iiiiii scream real Loooooooud! 11/16/2017

Plane Journey

I fasten my seatbelt,
Remembering the Testament
I had scribbled —
The leanest Testament ever.
In it I had written,
Among other tattered rubbish?
I have nothing
Naked I came
Naked I shall fly away.
Seated by the window,
I borrowed courage from
The wings of frightened birds.
With one grunt of mechanical breath,
My feet squelched off the grimes of the
Soil,
And I befriended the skies,
My heartbeat louder than drums of war.

Trapped

Screeches of the tires,
The impact of the crash.
The sound of the 
Water hitting the car.

I sit there trapped.
My seatbelt clings to
My weak body.
Unable to move.

As I sit there 
Water flowing in
There’s nothing I can do.
Paralyzed in this car.

Paralyzed like my mind.
Trapped in my own head.
As the water flows in.

The car is my mind,
The water is emotion.
There’s nothing I can do.
I feel paralyzed as 
These emotions overcome my mind.

The Accident

(This is a fictional poem)

I drove my taxi right after I smoked some pot.
I had a bad accident and a lengthy prison sentence was what I got.
I was taking a newlywed couple to a motel.
The crash I had killed them both and now my life is hell.
I was saved by my seatbelt but I wish I would've died too.
Living with this guilt isn't an easy thing to do.
If someone offers you marijuana, please say no.
Because if you drive right after smoking it, this prison is where you may go.
Form:

Premium Member Prayer

Our son-in-law was in a really bad wreck yesterday He according to the test has no broken bones but is in terrible pain The ER doctor let him come home last night Thank God that he had on his seatbelt and that God protected him It could have been so much worse He was going around 50 MPH and someone ran a stop sign He broadsided them because he did not know they were not going to stop It totaled out the truck he drives at work Thank you, Sara K
Form: Prose

Premium Member Going To the Doctors

Do not bring me to doctors’ appointments
unless you want me to tell the truth.
“I always wear my seatbelt,” you say.
“That is a lie,” I correct you.
“I threw away those pills,” you say.
“He took two of them yesterday,” I tell the nurse.
The nurse looks like she is going to cry.
This is about the eighth question,
and they have all gone the same way.
“I think I’ll wait outside in the waiting room,” I say.
If he wants to get medications based on lies,
is it really any of my business?

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