Tires Poems - Poems about Tires

Square Tires

What if all our tires were square?
Well, we couldn't go here or there!
We couldn't go, well, anywhere!
If our tires were square...
We'd walk everywhere!
There wouldn't be much pollution in the air!
Airplanes couldn't take off anymore!
We'd go back in time, to the dinosaurs!
If tires were square....
We'd sail everywhere!
Circle shaped tires wouldn't be found.
Now, I am glad my

Kicking Tires

Kicking Tires

So that is next year’s model, is it now?
The vintage being deftly moved aside.
I feel oddly sorry for them both, and how
Her sleekness won’t survive the filthy ride.

The vintage is deftly moved aside,
the owner seeks his youth in pristine sheen
Her sleekness won’t survive the filthy ride.
I was once the starlet in this scene.

The owner,

First Check the Car Tires

The car's engine Fred often fires.
He. simply, first checks the car's tires
And off moves, tires spitting fires:
Tubular rollers end up criers;
Traffic wardens with their "Stop!" liars:
Fred at what he loves never tires!

The strength Free Fred uses he hires
From booze and kola sold by Mires...

After three months Fred's Benz for buyers!
Often worse than cars long in

Mediocre We Must Not Flatter

Mediocre we need not flatter
With laurels on a cheap platter:
Hero’s Effort make a matter;
A dropped metal’s heavy clatter…

“What is right” we foully batter
And Future Foundation scatter,
When save we just can The Latter 
And ensure True Victory later…

Mediocre we must not flatter:
On our clothes staining mud spatter;
Problems feed and they are fatter,
Tires allowed to be flatter...

Don’t

Bonfire of the Tires

Someone built a blazing bonfire out of tires
At the crest of the hill between the villages,
And we have come here to ride our sleds
The mile and a half to the bottom of old 60,
On the solid sheet of ice over packed snow
Two trips down and up, and we are frozen,
Our noses red, our eyelashes icy

Mind-Body Tires

Mind-body tires, causing stupor
Why then overwork mind
Make unending playful caper
Free from desires that bind

Awareness unbroken
Needs ego forsaken
That we now awaken

Heart bliss aspires
Mind-body tires

07-September-2021
Quietus

Substandard Tires

Substandard Tires
The customer rants and raves at me saying it’s all my fault
And my colleague’s and my employer that he’s got no family
He threatens all of us with court and is off to see the judge
You’ll be in the dock all together he warns for murder
Treating me like I’m the CEO and God of ACME

Tires and Ropes For Swings

My bug out bag would include my grandchildren.
It would have to be large, because I have ten.
My cat and dog would go in and my wild raccoons.
They count on me for their food right?

My husband could stay home.
I have had him so long we are redundant.
We can watch eight hours of TV
And laugh at only

From Tires To Travel

FROM TIRES TO TRAVEL

There I stood all by myself,
Looked at tires there on the shelf.
They put them on the cars each day;
I watched as people drove away.
Then one day I said aloud,
“Of all this, Lord, I’ve been so proud,
But now I give you all today,”
And from those tires I walked away.
Yet really when I left

Werewolves and Burning Tires

when life is running just fine
purring like a cat, in its prime
some night under a full moon
a werewolf craps on your silver spoon
turns your heart into a burning tire

I'M Back

I’m Back

I’m back to the hotel in Springfield, Illinois.
Safe travels and great
Time on the I-55 time machine.

Old friends came along with me,
Smells of hot
Rubber, and gasoline.

New sights, some in burning
Memory, some
Schmeered across the
Windscreen of my mind.

Felt my daddy’s calm
Fall upon me somewhere
Between the wheel and
The leather.

How he loves to drive
Sitting within me as
We dream and

Two Spare Tires

Holidays can put a lot of miles
on the gastronomical tread ...
That last slice of cake
will have you wobbling to bed
So you better hope you’re at home,
and not somewhere else instead
Because now you’re starting to feel faint,
too much turkey is giving you the meat sweats
You’re hearing sounds from Thanksgivings past,
those plump birds are cackling at you

Tires Straight

On my 60" HD TV.
I saw a ragged child with a sunburst smile.
Wearing a patchy blue dress
more dirt than fabric on it.
For fun she was rolling a bent bike tire.
With a thin stick down a dog-eared road.
Somehow, she kept the ancient tire rolling straight.
She kept the tire on the straight.

Africa's Square Tires

In Africa since the 1960s
Africans have been driven
in vehicles with square tires
whose drivers sit and steer
behind square brake-less wheels

January to January vehicles
jerk and jolt all the  way
passengers scream and shout
hardly enjoying  the ride
on rough and pot-holed roads

Most times passengers
leave the seats and kneel
they pray and pray and pray
to the  Al-merciful God
for journey

Yellow Tires On the Grass

"YELLOW TIRES ON THE GRASS"



in the hours 
before the hour
the grass is cut.
the cars pass 
from left to 
right, the cigarette 
stays hot until 
the end. traffic 
jam on the 
99 denied another 
given another. dirty 
clothes are made 
clean the pizza 
is on its 
way.



By: Chicano Eddie
10-26-2016

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