Sunroof Poems | Examples

How I Miss You

How I Miss You

By calling you on weekend
By reading your favorite novel
By eating your admirable dessert
By watching your left behind tv series
By trying to sleep on your sofa
By roaming around your apartment block
By cleaning your ever dirty sunroof car
By drinking your remaining bottles of wine
By walking on your office car park hoping to see you
By visiting the regular cafe of your choice in evenings
By admiring your favorite actresses with my friends
By writing letters to you never to be posted
By checking my emails wishing one to be yours
By praying to god to let us meet again

Beetle

It was just a 1964 Beetle
dressed in its finest
VW red;
the best car
on the road,
spin on a dime,
driv’in  half a mile on fumes
with three spark plugs;
yes I said three spark plugs,
don’t you know the forth
wouldn’t stay plugged in,
it popped out every time and 
rattled around instead.
Another mile and a half
of sheer magic
and all mine.

Her taste for winter spent
and the drip, drip, drip
of rain on my head
from the ripped sunroof;
frosted on the inside,
drive with one hand,
while you scrape frost
with the other hand,
but It’ll get’cha there
kind of car...
yeah it was mine,
my first car
oh, that power.

Some cars 
do their duty 
until the very end,
that’s a 1964 VW Beetle.

Fading Fast

it was a short road out of Eden
a way that I knew well
and if I write my story
there's part I'll never tell

my car sped fast on winding roads
running through the gears
and with the sunroof open
wind whistles in my ears

all the things I leave behind
that don't matter now
and in my rearview mirror
I glimpse my worried brow

I never thought I'd really go
thought it would always last
looking back on memories
that now are fading fast

Missing Poetry Notebook

I had a huge notebook full of poems.
They were written on both covers, all around.
Here and there, in corners even,
Some topsy turvey, upside down.
 
I almost took the purple notebook in
To the station where I relieved myself
Feeling silly, I left it in the truck
When I returned it was gone from its shelf.
 
I looked at the homeless woman
Who was eating a sandwich out of a bin,
I wanted to go through her satchel,
But I knew to ask would not be a win.
 
Wishing I had followed instinct to not leave it,
Here I am, every poem gone, my own self to blame.
Just when I thought it could not get worse,
Sunroof would not shut, and it was beginning to rain.

Ground Zero

i seem to remember
a sunroof sky
full of kanji and silk
wisteria dancing across the wind
my daughter laughing in that so saturated face
as friend and i sit down to a morning game
i swore i would take advantage of his saké rejuvenation

i seem to remember
the taste of my wife's lips
so sweet a touch of harmony
quickly replaced by the happy wet kiss of my child
giggling so to almost annoy
this fierce competition

my new pocket watch stating
with such fine western precision
you have time to champion
it's only
8:13

i seem to remember
wind chimes singing with laughter
and graceful chatter
that so rose to cacophony
as i anticipate movement

in this whirl and rash
of mans humanity

i seem to remember
a distant sound of wings
floating across this eastern sky
of eyes squinting to see

and my child suddenly
turning white

the brightest white
the hottest white
the darkest white

i shall never see… 

i can't seem to remember
where i left my soul

i think it's where my shadow
left a halo
burned into the ground

Into The: Blue

My "Blue" Equinox sitting in the driveway;
Can't wait to get in it and enjoy the day.
I am going to rev up the engine ride all over town,
To show off the "Blue" that I finally found.
I have wanted this SUV for a very long time,
"Blue" with tinted windows, a sunroof; that's the design.
When I see it sitting there on the lot;
I'll know it's the one, in it I'll look hot.
It's a shiny "Blue" that sparkles in the sun,
I'm going get into the "Blue"; let the sunroof back and have me some fun.
It has to be "Blue", it has to be hot,
It has to catch eyes at every stop.
It has to be a Chevy, 'cause that's my ride.
And when I get into the "Blue"; I'll be happy inside.
I love "Blue" it is a blessing for me;
Last year it was not under the Christmas tree.
It's still in my mind waiting to appear;
When I get into the "Blue" there will be a great big CHEER!!

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My Mates Car

My Mate’s Car 
It’s a limousine Cadillac with all the luxuries you would want. Check it out as he drives past. He has electric windows for hot July days. A digital stereo to blare his metal music out on front and back speakers, buck the old people! With a sunroof to chill with when out with his itch. When the sun dies darkness falls, ok! Got front fog lamps to dazzle other drivers. Baked up by levelling headlamps aimed rite into their eyes! With an adjustable steering wheel that gives enough room for his itch to fit snugly between his eggs to fix his rock. His doors are secure with central looking so no cop can stop the illegal act. What a machine!

The Escape

I fly with eagles on the one lane to Freedom
Through the desert of the lost souls of drought
Tears are dissipating from the speed of my Fate
Spirits chanting in the rhythm of the desired rain...
 
The sky commits suicide in my rearview mirror
The blackness of Death stabs memories with lightning
Sad drawers of my soul keep on being burglarized 
By the same thief of the heart of an eternal romantic
 
I press time hard to the floor, put on make-up of Arizona red
The rays slap me with Hope through the sunroof of my car
Wings sprout painfully  through my shrinking shoulder blades
I don't ask anyone anymore permission to  fly with Eagles...

My Green Honda

Past winters were extremely harsh
and driving my green Honda was tough;
it's certainly not a luxury car...
whenever I go, it gets me far.
Once it broke down in a parking lot
near Kennedy International Airport; 
and I lost a good day's work
by making me feel like a real jerk!
The check light came on, it needed repairs immediately... 
do you know how much it cost me?
Almost a thousands dollars, plus the headache it gave me!
But until now it has run perfectly!
I hate riding my green Honda in the evening breeze
when the pollen from the trees make me sneeze;
I should close my sunroof, roll up all windows...
but I wouldn't be racing with the warm wind like cowboys!


Written by Andrew Crisci
for Brown Carol's contest,
" My First Car "

Cruising To Insanity

Cruising To Insanity

I did it! I finally got a newer car and I am very proud
Calling my friends and family now, to tell them so out loud


Its green, has a sunroof, just perfect, just for me
PT Cruiser is my car that has made me so very happy!


A little bit bumpy, but I’m told because it’s a box car
Don’t know if I could take, all that jumping if I drive far


What? A flat? I must have ran over glass or a nail
Will get it fixed because I don’t want to catch the train rail


Again? It’s flat? Well how can that be?
Don’t know why, maybe the tires are faulty


No, something’s wrong, this happens every week
Tires are good but there seems to be a slow leak


Maybe someone’s letting out the air in my tires
I wish they would stop because my temperature’s on fire!


Four times this month, I have to find the blue book
So I go to the computer just to take a look


Most complaints written, were about the tires losing air
Not my new baby that I was bragging about here & there!


Wow! There you go! This car had me saying profanity
But now I know it’s the tires, which had me cruising to insanity!

An Artist's Mind

We were lead here for something, for somewhere to dream.
To the City of Angels, all on the same team.
Actors and singers, painters, designers 
searching for life that's a little bit finer. 
What is it that keeps us tied to this place?
Some climbing fast or at a slow pace. 
Do we all scream at night when we don't feel the glitter?
Has each of us been so mad and so bitter?

Our private dreams that we keep locked in our mind
is the place where I'd like to roam and unwind. 
Gliding through the mazes you keep
deep in your soul and what makes you weep? 
This roller coaster we are constantly on is 
a test of our souls we breathe in each dawn. 

Knock, Knock, please let me in 
I'd like to take notes on what your thinkin.
We leave and come back and still call it our home
Why is that, when we feel cold and alone? 
Perhaps its the moments when on the freeway, 
Sunroof back and singing away. 
Staring up at the big white sign
Hollywood beckons and then we feel fine. 

Small defeats, small sorrows, but always
remember the sun shines tomorrow.

Mexico

driving down to Mexico as I get close to the border
cell phone quits in Organ Pipe, no calls that I will miss
I can stay in contact via WiFi and my red laptop
it's time to get some piece of mind and put some things to order

the patrol with semi-automatics, warn of all the dangers
I can't let this stop me from this one place that I love
I heed what they're saying, stowing it in the trunk
be careful who you run into and watch out for all strangers

pass the checkpoint through the gate into Mexico I drive
sunroof open, sun streaming in, cool breeze upon my face
all that is behind me, will be there when I get back
if I make it through this week and get back AZ alive

the minutes tick by quickly, although I don't need a watch
the time that I spend by the sea erases what I want to forget
prolific by the hour, the prose flows straight from my heart
blood no longer oozes or seeps from each and every scratch

Car Wrecks

Cruising for a bruising, I wreck my blue car.
It runs on regular with no gas gage, goes far.

She ran the yellow light at sixty. I went on green.
Her witness date, on same yellow light.
My car spun a one-eighty, went for four blocks.
Policeman who took me home. Later stood up
and vouched for me. The judge took witness.
Had to pay a fine. Never mind this injustice.

Orange Fiesta, rainy night. Truck passed. 
Broadsided crash, totaled car. Sprained ankle.
Got new sunroof with the fix, instead of a check.
To Colorado it got me, when I escaped with kids.

White Saab, snow car. Exhausted was I
From night shift. Hit broadsided, blind hill.
Totaled car again. God loves me and my vehicles.

On my bicycle hit by another car. No scar.
Scary sometimes how God loves me. 

Train coming down the tracks, no gates.
Music loud, didn't hear blow. Stopped cause God
Told me so. So on and on I go in another car.

The Sea

I drive to the beach house
sunroof open, cd playing
a warm fall day
the sea beacons
one week in paradise

Dark Moonlight

Watching from pin hole
lamps of baked clay.
Every thorn was in my flesh.

I was losing my voice
in crowd of maniacs.
Dragonflies climbing on worn leather.

Through cracked sunroof –
skull splinters into million heirlooms.
Fever climbs the feudals.

Why were you impatient with me?
I was narrating a shocking tale.
Frogs had acquired the land.

Plot was thickening every day.
Take me if you can, in the heavy shower
of meteorites in dark moonlight.



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