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Trucks Poems - Poems about Trucks

Premium Member NO FEAR OF DODGE RAMS FORCING US OFF THE ROAD NOR FORD TRUCKS SIDE SWIPING US FOR GARGANO
I'VE IN CONSTANT CONTACT WITH EHE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION SINCE 1985 I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO FEAR OF CORRUPTION BRUTALITY ABUSE OF POWER INTIMATION NO FEAR OF BULLYING ANGRY THAT THE REPEAT VIOLENT MEXICAN GANG LEADER MAN DIE HARD DRUG MANUFACTURING BRUTAL BEATINGS BRUTAL STABBINGS FICTICIOUS WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHT IDENTITY FRAUD ARSON MURDER OF...

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Categories: trucks, allah,
Form: Naat
Night Trucks’ Country
They’re roaring by with lights aglow Akin space rockets, to and fro Unfailing captains on steroids Between this Earth and asteroids This is the blood that moves the trade This is America, conveyed Truck-ships, with missions on the mind Despite the night defy the grind Rigs leave no waves in their wake Them running fast and never brake Men often follow their path So to avoid...

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Categories: trucks, america, night, people, usa,
Form: Rhyme



Tedeschi Trucks Band
Econo Lodge sign High On Its Pylon Best we can do For you Tedeschi Trucks To put a moon in the sky Over this interstate interchange Jammed with cars and a decrepit minor league hockey...

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Categories: trucks, emotions, giving, music, song,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member I love Soldiers Trucks and Sand
What do you want to be when you grow up? Other girls were saying “princess, ballerina, secretary, nurse, and teacher.” I said, “I want to be a race car who owns a fire truck.” None of the laughing ones knew I meant it. None of the other girls knew why I was the way I was. They knew I was...

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Categories: trucks, humor,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member pickups
It sits out in your driveway a glittering metallic sculpture. It costs more than your house, you love it more than your spouse. You can hardly drive it, it’s too high, you can barely park it, it’s so wide. Like an exotic compulsion, you need it, though you can barely afford to feed it. There’s a cockpit with winking tech, offering a printer, wi-fi...

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Categories: trucks, addiction, beautiful, technology, travel,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Trash Trucks
Chirpy birds disturb my deep sleep. Sky pastels reflect in a somber ashen tinge. Sun seems to be lost in a floating mist, cloaking wet slates and chimney smoke. As lamp lights reflect upon puddles, poured into uneven pavement slabs, it seems like an abundance of angels, wept like irritated insomniacs overnight. In the backdrop of contemplation, a trash truck thunders and plunders, with boisterous...

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Categories: trucks, analogy, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
Outside My Office Window
Outside my office window, is a field with a canal running through it, Today people have turned up with diggers and dumper trucks and are digging the field up bit by little bit. Oftern barges slowly and gently go with the flow and casually moor there, But now with all that equipment just to go ashore they have...

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Categories: trucks, business, river, vacation, water,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Hissing Swishing Rumbling
Hissing cars Swishing trucks Rumbling bikes Life is a highway Really? Combusting cylinders Pumping pistons Turning crankshaft Spinning flywheel Engaging transmission Motoring drive Tranferring power Rolling tires Hissing Swishing Rumbling Crash and burn Life goes on...

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Categories: trucks, life,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Cement Trucks
In the end it was too slow, afflicted by either age or illness or simply distracted, flew head first into the eye of a headlight. Flung contorted, neck bent back, snapped of life, it died clumped on a verge. Rewound to its first flight, its brief existence traced untold scribblings across time and the space stretched between these tall trees. No record remains. A full stop is placed here on this muddy shoulder, the...

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Categories: trucks, loss,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Watermelon Festival
My bike holds me a spot Watermelon posters on each spike In the month of August whilst’s scorching hot Friends join me and we set up our man-made tent We’ll be giving free watermelon slices all day! Carnival rides, seed spitting contests, money well spent Proceedings will go to the church of 'We Shall Pray' My food...

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Categories: trucks, august, celebration, cool, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Band Band Sing Along
Working with trainer Pauhura Muruh He developed the "Stirru Pomb" and the "Thrips Massa" and "Bassa Moto's Booby trap" He'll make chicken wing , bending Both knees with his shinlach. A waistlach; roll into pinning Position.A "Tashiaz Bow" Rendition of a surfboard. Massiro Missurira the Brazilian Judo champion. 4 # ground pork 1/4 cup of green bell peppers 4 T minced garlic 1/3 c chopped onion 1/4 c...

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Categories: trucks, adventure, betrayal, body, business,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Goin To Town
Goin To Town David J Walker Hey Farm boy How’d ya get to town On tractors and trucks And 50 bucks And a flask of my Daddy’s Crown It’s Saturday night There might be a fight And we ain’t hanging around This damned old farm We don’t see no harm In getting out and goin down To drag the street where Farm boys compete For...

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Categories: trucks, farm,
Form: Rhyme
Three Trucks
Truck One Red With its job soon to be done Sleep soon ahead Truck Two Blue Many shortcuts its gone through Yet still overdue Truck Three Big By the Mediterranean sea It drives with a jig...

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Categories: trucks, art,
Form: Verse
Rescue Trucks
The flashing lights alerted us That something was awry, With rescue trucks preventing Any traffic getting by. Adjacent to the river, there were Police upon the scene And rubberneckers focusing On something not routine. My curiosity aroused, But blocked by all the crews, I googled the location but There wasn’t any news. The light turned green; we drove on through And never found out why. It must’ve been somebody’s, But...

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Categories: trucks, city, mystery,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member The Deal With Trucks
The deal with trucks (should you not own a truck) that lollipop horsepowered cylinders - is really how remarkably well they suck the rubber tread where the interstate scissors its cousin, Dixie, born Mississippi, born as a man and staunch straight-ticket-down yee-haw! Republican, a down-low-bi- sexual, wearing Grand Wizard wedding gowns in pappy’s cabin built on rolling logs, who each day climbs the thick-cylinder...

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Categories: trucks, america, funny love, humorous,
Form: Sonnet

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