Steering Poems - Poems about Steering

...Food prices rise, the people despair Of long lines of vehicles for miles Overwhelmed by need Desperation tires their minds Linda, single Mom, grips steering wheel Inwardly asks, "How did I get......Read More

...Hey! Hey! Hey! We are going to Timbuktu today! Sing croaking this is a frog family known as McCray They pack their red Volkswagen into the ground It won’t move a bit, steering wheel cannot move ar......Read More

...one day, I saw a car going by with my fourteen-year-old self in the driver's seat. he wasn't even the one driving the car. it was hate that was driving the car, fueling the car, steering the ca......Read More

...not mechanical minded In my new life in Portugal, living in a small village and before I had a dog, I needed to explore my new country I bought an old motorbike (Zundapp) the seller advised me ......Read More

...The rain came busting through the sky like missiles raining in from the East, it was sudden, it was quick and in second if filled up the pit. Water kept flowing from the hill rushing through the gutt......Read More

...steering blatant revelries, ghouls engaged to death chomping down streetlight openings in bitter stone bow walled yew tree drifters, steps of many feet in shallow parade to pew, the kneel cushion'......Read More

...Here's to Johnny Such and Such wandering up and down the streets in his funny coat and hat steering clear of those he meets Compared to others whom you know Johnny seems a little odd A bit un......Read More

...Let me be Frank. I pulled up to the Stork Club in a bright Red Coupe Deville. I must admit I felt a bit of pride as I tossed the bell hop the keys. I said "Keep it close Kid!". As he sat behind th......Read More

...Blazing sun stuns my eyes, sunglasses offer no respite. Clammy hands tremble, as the steering wheel begins vibrating. Arsenic heat suffocates, wrapping its hands around my neck. Parched lips beg t......Read More

...Written: October 16, 2023 This Or That, Vol 21 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh Nobody is more dangerous than he who imagines himself pure in heart; for his purit......Read More

...I am still trying to process this thing, where on earth have you been? I am still trying to process this thing; you have paid double for your sins. You have gotten all the clues on how to fit a brand......Read More

...I have been accused (And perhaps it's rightly so) Of having simply no idea How to get from go to whoa I must confess that's true I so easily get lost My inner sense of direction Gets it......Read More

...Keep fighting Keep lifting Keep lighting Keep gifting Keep singing Keep dancing Keep bringing ......Read More

...To my children she is mother bringer of life, giver of love, sculptor of minds, painter of dreams, the calmer, the soother, the rock… Holding them through the tears of mistakes done, whe......Read More

...Autumn is finally here and there is so much to share, the leaves are getting red and there is no place to bury the dead, salvation has fallen on its bare back and there is no way that it is coming ba......Read More