Short Wheelers Poems
Short Wheelers Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Wheelers by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Wheelers by length and keyword.
Four
After two
Then
Three
To last one
Wrong order in maths
But a thought of myth
Order of wheelers invented thus
The vehicles taking ride all of us
Those squirrels aren't born to be squealers
Once flat it’s too late for faith healers
Midway between tyres
Avoids the hell fires
Alas, there are bloody three wheelers
best driver his claim
went to sleep singing_voice rang
as he crossed the center line
I am glad that I was there to awake him
and also that we were not meeting any
cars or 18 wheelers....
Its almost summer
A good time of year
Its getting hotter
School being out is near
A good time for baseball
When every body plays
Its fun for all
Hopefully are pitcher gets k's
We can ride four-wheelers
I can hit a bump
Hope it doesn't pop out of gears
Then hit a jump
Jake doyle
my
dear friend
today I
received letter
from your mom and dad
stated that killed while serving
seems like only yesterday
were cruising on our 4 wheelers
I shall honor thy name displaying
flag and medal of valor on mantel
Tribute To Dear Friends
And To Our Troops
I-10 sings its lone soliloquy
Along the desert stream
That flows on 18 wheelers
Flying to another world
Beyond this intersected boundary
I-10 sings its lone soliloquy
On wings that croon and woo
Each lonesome passerby
Heading for another world
Beyond this intersected boundary
Snuggling in the covers
Chilly hands and feet
Frisky cats playing in the cool air.
Highschool football team in the homecoming parade.
Pickup trucks pulling trailers with four wheelers and
deer stands, congest the weekend byways.
What's that? Ping-Pow-Bang!! Oh! The rifles!
Look out, destructive pea eaters.
dag gon it! now what we gon do..i still have not fully processed it, show wish it would quit that corona . . . . eighteen wheelers lined up as temporary morgues. um holding back the tears lived all these years to witness this? I cannot process this, I may as well stop right here..dag gon it!
the video is on montyrocke/youtube
Lobsters packed in eighteen-wheelers
grapple with their feelings.
A mass custody of shrimps
spoon together
still pink with passion.
Crabs cross-dress
bound more-or-less
to nips of salty resentment.
A soupçon of sea bugs
dished up
on bright porcelain plates.
Fresh alien captives
worth more alive than dead
until we break bread.
Mammals cried on the domestic site.
They were pursued by homeless shelters.
A calamitous plan destroyed the primate.
Declaring war creeped on mining wheelers.
Deforestation triggered ruins.
They left a ministerial threat.
Incendiary propaganda mouthed great.
The rules crawled havoc with it.
State gave them a baleful coat.
Nocent chemical found it.
newport, ohio
one man butcher
pizza palace
boozed drunks riding four wheelers or
riding horses through woods on tow path in winter
air filled with burning greens
causing fog to roll down to family owned gas station
yet on the horizon
the sportsman club
gleams with sharp lights as
shooters aim to win
on the other horizon
congregation singing every sat. night
and sunday morning
Mysteries abound
riddles and conspiracies
bound around
like cat nipped kittens.
What to consider, what to investigate,
unravel and expose?
Some flounder in the maze and mire
of partial uncertainties.
The clear of eye
believe in nothing they see
or are told
for all is not as it seems;
even so,
18-wheelers may yet occasionally
run us over
with their 40 tons of teachable truth.
Summer is almost here another year done and gone.
Tan's and flip flops, trips and adventures just waiting to be captured.
Bonfires and cookouts with family and friends,four wheelers coming around the bend.
Lighting bugs and a Mason Jar, you can always see that one star that shines so bright and if you look closely you just might.
So close your eyes and make a wish or maybe instead steal a kiss.
Form:
The Loudest road in America
runs through a rolled out blueprint
of my thoughts today.
Eighteen wheelers hrough
neuron networks
blasting peripheral warning signals
on a numbed roadside flesh.
It is hard to hammer words together
amid the unruly traffic of this mind map
I am forced to navigate.
Yet poems come
even in the middle of war and chaos;
they emerge like rest stops or off ramps
on those long and dangerous highways
that thunder on to nowhere.