Short Trucker Poems
Short Trucker Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Trucker by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Trucker by length and keyword.
they carry a load
on the road
they eat
and sleep
at a truck stop
pull out a cot
in parking lot
some or sucker
theyer
TRUCKER
Categories:
trucker, seasons
Form:
I do not know?
A man with very bad luck
Purchased a lemon of a truck
It broke down on a date
The woman walked away
So in despair he failed in love
Categories:
trucker, appreciation, art, poetry,
Form:
Limerick
Muck-Trucker Carlson told a big lie
But FOX News said they didn't know why
It couldn't be true
If people would do
Exactly as told to testify!
Categories:
trucker, political,
Form:
Limerick
Insipid blend of lemon tea
Murky depths unsweetened
In a grubby cup with a dull grey glaze
Cracked rim invisible in the haze
Of an all night cafe on the road.
Categories:
trucker, night, travel,
Form:
Free verse
O, a big burly trucker
got a persimmon pucker.
His mouth shrunk so bad,
he got stuck to a wall.
The doc called Gene Simmons;
though he prefers women,
his tongue-in-cheek kiss
is the cure for it all.
Categories:
trucker, nonsense, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
Tough Old Birds
Limerick
Written: by “Miracle Man”
7/10/2018
Though he wasn’t a bull rider or O.T.R. trucker,
He still viewed himself as one tough old sucker.
Not merely our spoken words,
Determine tough old birds,
But a heart that’s ready for those needing succor.
Categories:
trucker, bird,
Form:
Limerick
Young trainee driver behind the wheel blurt out a helpless damn
Were starting down hill brakes are gone I'm afraid were in a jam
To the old trucker in the bunk what should I do
His reply your behind the wheel it's up to you
Straight up in the bunk old trucker sat when the drivers door went slam
Categories:
trucker, funny, jobs, work,
Form:
Limerick
She is a long-haul trucker, traveling the open road.
Rough and tough as she has to be but no more than.
Her children are at home with her husband, stay-at-home-dad.
Why do you do it? People ask her.
Have you ever been at home with sixteen children? She replies.
The school teachers understand instantly.
The other mothers, not so much.
Categories:
trucker, mother,
Form:
Free verse
the stubborn semi stood on his head
you cannot make me go, he said to Ed
Ed was angry now, a trucker who never swore
You are a piece of work, metal scrap and more!
the town came to see the semi and gave support
he was just protesting his wages, said Uncle Mort
He has been on his head for sixteen weeks now, of course.
Ed finally left, riding away on a sad looking horse.
Categories:
trucker, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
"Get out the way! Ol' Dan Tucker.
You're too late to get your supper."
That's what my turntable had to say.
I was a kid. Dad was a trucker.
He blasted the sound, took an upper,
Sang, "Sha la la la la la live for today".
The girl next door had a naughty plan.
She wore a smile that said, "let's play".
The time is now. Don't interrup' 'er.
From that wisdom, so much good began -
Seize the day!
Categories:
trucker, humor, music, philosophy,
Form:
Carpe Diem
a writer must write
a singer must sing
a fighter must fight
a king must be king
a lawyer must litigate
a doctor must care
a mathematician must calculate
a judge must be fair
a preacher must preach
a trucker must haul
a teacher must teach
a baller must ball
a sailor must sail
a janitor must clean
a postman must deliver the mail
a queen must be queen
A person must come to be...
Become
Categories:
trucker, appreciation, blessing, courage, devotion, dream, truth, work,
Form:
Rhyme
To be like Daddy, In his minds eye.
To drive a Truck, He constantly cried.
To be like Daddy, Abiding his time.
Most determine, No changing his mind.
To be like Daddy, He wanted most.
Being a Trucker, Coast to Coast.
To be like Daddy, Entering his fate.
A Trucker driving, The Interstate.
To be like Daddy, It's not bad.
My little Boy's, Just like his Dad.
Categories:
trucker, father, imagination, love, passion, son,
time, work,
Form:
I do not know?
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:
trucker, car,
Form:
Rhyme