Wheels Poems - Poems about Wheels

The wheels fell off my thingamajig as a thingy came loose in the whachamacallit or perhaps it was the doodad on the wotsit which was the cause to stall it and it'll take a few odds 'n' sods plus a new doodah and some hoo-ha to make the gizmo or doohickey go again so not to take the mickey but prep the whole whoop-de-do to look like new I'll probably...

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Said he, “Life is but a short journey, a dead end at best and over all too fast, but along the way admire the view, enjoy the ride while it may last. No ifs ands or buts, there are no shortcuts, we all fall by the same sword and the race well run, from the starting gun, is...

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Four Wheels I saw a stranger in a wheelchair. At the gym shooting hoops by herself. The courage to keep on going. No care toward what someone else would be saying. In a big room all to yourself. Enjoying life, with no one else. When was the last time you helped out a stranger? New...

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Why does the trolley dolly or cart I choose to use in every supermart always have a wonky wobbly wheel and feel oh so wearing as if it's about to lose its marbles or ball bearings? It clunks like junk with a 'thunking' sound and almost dumps my groceries on the ground won't go straight invariably tilts veers careens or curves and without a doubt indubitably gets on my nerves ...

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Blank stares and wide open spaces wrinkled lines on work-worn faces Sleep deprived on overload wide awake in bed alone. A thousand miles between us still The worries and stress are real The pavement clanks on old, worn tires burning diesel in the midnight hours. Months feel like years in a flash, Home for a few days, that doesn't even last. The life of a...

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WHEELCHAIR BOUND Dots appeared and disappeared a single sunray flashed onto wheelspokes, canvas seat comfortably frayed bought secondhand her unexercised legs flabby window bars rusted, panes cracked nobody cared there she sat thinking about cooking porridge with cinnamon tricky to wheel in two meter wide kitchen lighting gas stove sitting no easy feat this was charnel ground no cash...

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Existence, existing and then the emptying out, the exit. X marks the spot where dots are always laid to rest. I have been pulling a little red meat wagon existing just before its hard rubber wheels, the wagon goes clickity clack, snick-itty-snit, bumpety bump uphill or below, it is eager to run me down always keen to bark my heels as I drag it over a shadow...

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Crosses on the side of the road; Belief in passengers goes by — Where wrecked light within flowers grow, Crosses on the side of the road That besides the glass window hold, A memory's attest to time — Crosses on the side of the road, Belief in passengers goes by — ...

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--- Two Wheels, One Journey A little boy, so full of cheer, Pedals fast without a fear. Through winding paths, so lush, so green, A world of wonders yet unseen. His laughter rings, so pure, so light, Chasing birds that dance in flight. The morning sun glows warm and bright, A golden spark in childlike sight. The road ahead is smooth and wide, Adventure calling from...

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The wheels turn in the circle of completion that always returns to us, From birth to death, from the first tear to the last sigh, We venture forward with the hope of uncovering hidden meaning, For in a fleeting moment of existence, amidst moments of silence, We reflect and return to well-trodden paths, building and tearing down, Trying to understand...

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The Sands of Time ...

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Muniz motoring down the track object of affection, heating up performance wheels. Not predicated on subjective analysis, but merely his speed and placement in the race. No acting required, just talent, practice, showing up. Will he be a superhero one day, admired by all ages? For now, his stage is kicking up dirt, and oh yes, he has an audience. Will he be Malcolm in the...

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Taking delight in your thoughts Feeling an emotional high? You hog around the world Break your own ideals Let the wind rush past your hair And find comfort in discomfort. Any sadness is not heart-wrenching anymore And the smiles are filled with joy Find uniqueness in the little flaws Develop an understanding of the minds. Live out the kid in you Jump up...

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a chess game on wheels doubles... triples… but those steals... inhale... breathe again ...

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Squeaking Wheels Miracle Man 8/22/2024 Wheels that squeak loudest, nearly always get greased first. That's why folks protest? ...

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