Short Turnpike Poems
Short Turnpike Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Turnpike by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Turnpike by length and keyword.
I like your tall shadows
and model village
I could talk mouthfuls for hours
Seeing your visage
behind the blue mountain ridge
was meant to be
by some ancient turnpike
i drink your muse
firing imagination
Categories:
turnpike, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
To write poems is my greatest goal;
God did insert them unto my soul,
Along with that created the need;
Sit down in chair and start to read.
While taking long trip on a turnpike,
Found perfect place that I would like;
Aspen quaked while duck had quacked
See what was there my bags I packed
Categories:
turnpike, allegory, analogy,
Form:
I do not know?
The long road,
where does your dark thread unwind?
Bent willows follow where you lead,
and sunflowers drink the roadside rain.
The sun and wind,
tumble the weeds down your turnpike.
And I who follow idly the unraveling,
will hope to find upon reaching the end,
a new black ribbon of possibilities.
To thrill the life of the adventurer.
Categories:
turnpike, life,
Form:
Free verse
This crazy zoo
It makes us blue
To at least hike
Up the turnpike!
Same thing to eat
Needs to be beat!
What to do is pace
Mind is stuck in "race"
And the other thing is sleep?
About enough to make me weep!
How we want to find the wild
Stop being treated like a child!
Yesterday we all broke free
Whoppy-doo and diddly-dee!
Categories:
turnpike, funny
Form:
Couplet
Rider on board…..
Life is a road trip,
Where all the experiences,
Are the junctions.
And we travel along,
In those turnpike.
With gloves on,
With the confidence.
So let's turn the Ferrari,
With a key of luck,
Be like Royal Enfield,
Spread your majesty,
All-over your dynasty.
Why? Should you hasten,
To reach your destiny,
The monarch of mausoleum.
Categories:
turnpike, art, grave, lost, travel,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
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:
turnpike, car,
Form:
Rhyme
Sleet on the turnpike
in the middle of the night
but I keep driving,
both hands on the wheel,
nowhere to pull off,
and a yellow bus
comes over the line
and kisses my truck.
That's all I remember.
Now I'm in bed,
wired to things,
unable to move,
listening to a doctor
telling my wife,
"It's been two weeks,
no improvement."
He asks her nicely
if we should let him go,
the dimwit bastard.
If I could, I'd scream
but I can't even
wiggle my toes.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
turnpike, death,
Form:
Blank verse