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Poem Details | by Mary Nagy |
Categories: angst, daughter, family, funny, happiness, life, love, car,

Princess Needs A New Car

Princess just wants a new car.
I have told her that hers will go far.
'Oh, it's really not cool
driving this crap to school.'
'Do I need that emotional scar? '

'The kids will all laugh at the rust.
When we race, I'll be left in the dust! 
I will save up some cash
then we'll make a mad dash
to the car dealer surely you trust'.

'He will make us a wonderful deal
and I'm sure you will know how I feel.
I will love you so much, 
My siblings..I won't touch.
Just get me behind a new wheel'! 

Now she'll be cruisin in style.
She'll be happy for only awhile.
There will always be better
and we'll try hard to get her
a car that will make princess smile.

Poem Details | by David Meade |
Categories: car, fear, love, mother, old,

Mother -- Come Home

Sitting with her now
How did she get so old?
       How did I get so old?
So many pills
       Green, blue, white, red, yellow, orange
All kinds of shapes
       Round, oval, oblong – big and small
A tackle box with markings
       Monday through Sunday

We talk and laugh then
       A knock on the door!
I’ll get it
      A police officer – young, clean shaven
As I open the door
      I jokingly yell  He’s here to arrest you mom!
Sir, I do need to speak with your mother
      What, Oh come in

MrsMeade, did you hit another car?
      Her face showed confusion, concern fear
With a trembling voice No officer,  I    dd i d        not
      I followed the young man to the garage
A scrape, red paint, a missing mirror
     My heart sank
Thinking to myself – is she lying?
     Or does she not realize what she has done?
Does it matter?
     The time has come 

As I hug this frail old woman
     Shoulders shaking, tears soaking my shirt
I whisper in her ear
    Do not fear everything will be OK I love you
Standing there I realized 
    Our roles had changed 
Come my darling 
    It is time for you to live with us
Happy Mother’s day
    I do love you! 

David Meade
May 10, 2015
Love Generously 

Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: adventure, car, change, confusion, culture, cute love, destiny, lost, love, meaningful, metaphor, miss you, missing, missing you, motivation, passion, people, philosophy, places, proposal, remember, romantic, science, senses, simple, smart, social, spoken word, symbolism, time, travel, true love, visionary, wisdom,


the shortest road
is the one that you know
the longest road
is the one that you love

Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: car, death, lost love, mystery, sad love, spiritual,

When I Leave This World

Inspired by the song "Last Kiss" by Pearl Jam

You had just gotten your first car, a 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air,
We were only seventeen years old and neither had a care,
You came over after school and asked me to go for a drive,
We longed for freedom of the road, we never felt so alive.

Always the gentleman, as you opened the powder blue door,
But, after tonight you would be doing this for me no more,
I remember how the moonlight shined off of the chrome,
When you picked me up and I would never return home.

I cannot ever stop thinking about and replaying our past,
I still remember your soft kiss, and it would be our last,
Because, this tender embrace would never happen again,
There was no way that either of us could've known it then.

The impact was so sudden that I felt almost no pain,
As the car swerved out of control into the other lane,
It all happened so fast, there was no time to scream,
Now my existence is a nightmare, just some bad dream.

My body grew cold fast, but I could still feel the heat,
Of the warm blood dripping down onto the leather seat,
I lay there silently, nearly lifeless, held against your shoulder,
It was then I realized that I would not be growing older.

The radio faded away as I closed my eyes for the last time,
What happened to me was an accident, and not a crime,
I will wait for you on this spot, by the very same tree,
Where most people don't notice, but some of them see.

It's an anniversary, it will be 58 years around midnight,
The misting rain and lingering fog will keep me from sight,
As the headlights go flying by, shining from modern cars,
I'm hoping one of them will be you to take me to the stars.

When I do leave this world, side by side we will stand,
And this bad dream will finally be over as you take my hand,
I am waiting to go to heaven, only you can bring me there,
In your brand new, powder blue 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air.

Poem Details | by Christy Hardy |
Categories: life, love, people, time, car,


Stuck in traffic, what will he do,
she just called, and said I need you.
Pains have started, five minutes apart,
would carry myself, but the car won't start.
He told her calmly, I'm leaving now,
clocking out, I'm headed down.
Rush hour roulette, stuck in the rear,
is that a siren he hears.
Finally  two hours slowly crept by,
he stepped on the gas, that car did fly.
Already left, she was ready to birth,
neighbor said, that woman is tough.
Back in the traffic, headed South,
to the hospital, horn blaring loud.
Running inside, as fast as he could,
trying to make it, he hoped he would.
Where is maternity, I'm needed there,
tiny little woman, with long blonde hair.
Follow me, the nurses said,  put this on,
and stand over there.
Then he saw her, holding a blanket so close,
smiling all over, tears rolling off her nose.
Look, she said, we have two,
didn't expect this, did you?
Speechless, and stunned, and a little wore out,
he is just learning, what being parents is all about.

Poem Details | by John Crowe |
Categories: america, car, culture, love, passion, yellow,

My Old Car

Every inch of you I know by heart Every nut and bolt Every greasy part You've been with me Through thick and thin Sometimes I thought You'd never start again But with a kind word And a stroke of your dash A wiggle of the key And a pump of the gas You'd start right up With an extra loud roar Your body would shake And the smoke would pour Just quick trips I can't take you far But I'd never trade you in I love you, my old car

Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: absence, angel, betrayal, business, car, career, celebrity, change, childhood, dance, death, death of a friend, dedication, devotion, england, farewell, fear, first love, for him, freedom, friendship, funeral, goodbye, grief, heartbroken, history, identity, international, london, miss you, money, murder, muse, music, mystery, new york, peace, political, power, remember, rights, spiritual, tribute, truth, visionary, wisdom,

he is leaving home

                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        ThenAbbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one It wanted silence

                    Going back.remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      Nothis was not my hero in music and song

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of.coming together
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                        Too many years gone bylet us tell the TruthLet us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~

           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "


Poem Details | by Tahnee Frtiz |
Categories: car, love, race,

A Man and His Car

Once upon a time
In a land not so far
Lived a lead footed man
Alone with his car.

He longed to go fast
Speed flawlessly down the track
So he looked for a car
A Mustang in fact.

It was love at first sight
From bumper to bumper
He adored her sleek look
And got rid of his clunker.

The metallic silver hue
How she sparkles in the light
Those amazing blue headlamps
Just look killer at night.

The windows tinted dark
The car low to the ground
She’s sure to turn heads
While driving around.

She was built to go fast
She was built to go far
Not sit in some garage
Like an old man’s show car.

He steps on the gas
The engine begins to roar
The turbo whistles loud
As the rpms soar.

The excitement is great
His heart beats fast in his chest
Shifting through gears
This time will be his best.

He speeds by his opponent
The world goes by in a blur
To the young man
Winning is the best to occur.

He’ll be noted as great
By friends and other men
Then get back in the staging lane
To do it over again.

Poem Details | by Smail Poems |
Categories: baseball, beach, bereavement, birthday, black african american, boat, business, butterfly, car, change,


Romantic, close
A subject of sweetest softness
Cats can be loved too

Poem Details | by louise nelson |
Categories: faith, hope, inspirational, introspection, life, philosophylife, god, car, god, journey, life, love,

be careful what you wish for

be careful what you wish for on this journey called life
and that what you wish for lines up with the spirit of Christ
be careful what you wish for just make sure it's Godly inspired
don't be a fool nor the devil's tool by what in life you desire

you thought you had found MrRight to you he was the perfect man
he turned out to be a loser and abuser who only showed you the back of his hand
you thought you had the perfect woman she was smart, pretty and sweet as honey
but when you feel in love she broke your heart as she was only with you for the money
you thought you had that dream job which gave you power, prestige and control
instead it was an all consuming stint sucking away at your soul
you desired a certain type of car the most fabulous vehicle you could get
but instead you got a big fat lemon that wasn't worth the polish nor the spit
they say that the grass always looks greener from the other side
just don't hate, appreciate, seek God's guidance and with Him take the ride

If you allow God to navigate you on this journey that is life 
I guarantee you will experience less trouble, struggle and strife
God wants you to be happy, God desires that you have the very best
so for everything pray to Him and let the Holy Spirit put it to the test

God can send you the right mate someone who will love and cherish you
God can hook you up with the perfect car and so what if it isn't brand new
God can give you a career that will fulfill you and make you feel whole
allow the presence of God in your life and it will nourish your soul
so be careful what you wish for as you just might get it
all I can say is that on it pray that it's sanctioned by the Holy Spirit

Poem Details | by Patrick Cornwall |
Categories: allegory, funny, car, love, money,

Park The Car

Her love was a parking garage kiosk

Take your ticket when you enter

The money saved is legal tender 
                                                                                                                                   Places money in the slot

Park the car in open spot

Her love was a parking garage kiosk

Promptly throws her arms around him

Said she'd never ,ever liked him

Plants a kiss right on the lips

As she's  going leaves a tip

Her love's a parking garage kiosk

It's a different story different man 
                                                                                                                                      The miners gold is in the pan

Mounts with fury and with ease

Makes a slush fund if you please 


Drive the car and the yellow mustang

Go to the moon and drink some Tang

She feels no guilt or no sorrow

Pays the ticket we"ll meet tomorrow

Park the car

Poem Details | by Marycile Beer |
Categories: cowboy-western, funny, imagination, wedding, car, wedding,

Theys True Love Story Part 3

Her grand gals axed her one time
How did hers ever gits a date
Her done went ta a all gals school
Theys wudn't let no boys in
Ut makes me's won ders 
Yep ut sure do

Theys at that datin age
And figgers theys
Finds oot if's hers was a good 
Gal er bad

Her tells um 
Theys jist bet er be's
Good gals er else.
Youse cain't gits a good 
Feller if'n youse any thin else

An than her tells um it were no never mine
Her knowed where her cowboy her'd fine

Her went ta school 
An gots her job
Near tha H bar T rench
What were a  real sandy spot

Tha lan' lady her 'vites the cowboy
frum up tha nex rench
Ta comes down fer a little supper
An ta meets tha new gal what are gonna teach.

Theys  played cards er sumthin' or so her seys
An when him are ready ta leaves
Her axed him if'n he's cuds 
Puts her saddle in the barn, please

Sunday her's was over ta tha school
Gittin ready fer ta teaches tha golden rule

When him done stops an tells her
He are a goin ta the ropin club 
An seys theys room in tha car fer her.

Her seys hers will goes with um
But hers did unt axes 
What kinda drinks theys serves  
Et this club.

Him were a proud cowboy feller were he
His job were m-portatnt youse see
An sum times if'n he gits his work all done
Him jist mights calls her on tha tel-e-phone.

When Thanksgivin comed round
Her wents ta Kansas an seed her folks
An him wents ta Wyomin ta looks at a rench

When him did comed back
Him stops fer a spell
An when him are goin ta leaves
Her walks him oot ta the car ya sees
An tells him hers goin ta a weddin
On June Nine teenth

Him jist looks at her an seys 
If'n him are supposed ta be's....
Well youse knows tha rest

Her done it
Him comed
They's war forty seven years an two weeks
Ez one

When her gits done tellin her grand gals
Theys mouths was open big

An her tells um 
Yep her did
That's how youse 
Comed ta be's.

Her telled Billy what her telled tha gals
An him seys, with a spark in his eye
Him were a weldin
"I's never did axed youse ta marrys me,
Youse knows youse er right."

Now  when Billy looks down et her from aboves
Her kisses hers wedding ring with love
Cause on theys wedding bands youse'll finds
Tha stars an tha moon fer all times

I's mad that lan lady did unt vites me's down
Then maybe's them gran gals wud a
Be's mine.
                            X.......John e Cowpoke

Poem Details | by Natasha Horton |
Categories: adventure, allah, angel, anger, basketball, best friend, car,

Complicated Love- From Kishiea Davis

Love can be complicated

Like a disarranged puzzle that is passed by daily

No one bothers to put the broken pieces together

All alone, waiting for that special touch

To embrace each piece with gentleness and care

When that special mind that longs to complete and discover the beautiful image

That no one has yet to bring to fruition

The smile that can be seen through the eyes which sees all the perfect imperfections

Making the puzzle so unique and dope its own way

Far from any other puzzle

Challenges unraveling this particular artwork

The optimistic mind brought to life

Which makes the appreciation last forever


Complicated, yet worth the wait 

Poem Details | by Martin Kloess |
Categories: car, humor, husband, love, wife,

The Awwwsome Driving Lesson

The neighbors were running in fear
As into front room car did steer
What fate had approved
His words soon removed
Your parking’s improving my dear

Poem Details | by Stefanie Jones |
Categories: child, christmas, courage, farewell, freedom, tribute, day, son, mom, school, me, husband, night, work, car, day, husband, love, me, mom, night, school, son, work,


Just a day
“Good Night Mom and Dad” I said before I went to bed“We love you” they said as they closed the door
Mom comes in and wakes me up “Time to go to school” as my feet hit the floor
I got dressed and ate breakfast and got my book bag and now we are on the go
We sit in the car listening to music “It’s Friday I think I’m a little excited tho
“Alright baby we here” as mom open the door to let me get out
She closed the door and kissed me on the head told me she loved me before she pulled off
Another day of school and it close to Christmas
I can’t wait to see Ashley and Alexus, today is show and tell as I said in a whisper
We had learning center day and Boy! Was it fun!
Today was a free day and on Friday there isn’t much to learn
The room was quite when the was a knock at the door, the door opened
A man with a big gun was standing there; my classmates panicked and started to run
I heard a lot of noises and a lot of screams
I felt a sharp pain in my back as I dropped to my knees
In the distant I heard more screams and then everything went silent
Then I closed my eyes it went dark and on the cold floor I was dying
The other side
It’s Thursday night and off to bed we go 
I kiss my 5 year old son Jaden and told him I loved him so
Alarm clock goes off and it’s around 6:15 in the morning 
I shower got dress and woke up Jaden my little darling
Its Friday, I fixed him breakfast and we headed out for the this last day until the weekend
I enjoyed our little drives to school as we sat in the car singing
I opened the door to let him out once more
Kissed him on the head and told him I loved him ill pick him up around four
I’m at work drinking coffee just talked to my husband on the phone
Got at my desk started to work and the my office phone rung
It’s about 9:30 and it was Jaden’s school
I got the news he was dead and I started to puke
I’m crying uncontrollably don’t know my next move
My son is dead, I can’t believe this news
I hurried to the school in the best of my ability 
I saw the school surrounded by medics, reporters, and police
I ran to a officer and demanded to see my son
He said “I’m sorry ma’am” I can’t do this at this time
At 9:32 my one and only son Jaden was pronounced dead
The shooter was 20 and took my son’s life in his own hands
The questions continue to flow through my head as I search for answers
I don’t need answers I need my son and his laughter
I am now sitting on his bed trying to swallow tears
My husband holds me close as reality nears
My little boy is gone among the other 19 kids
Heaven has 20 new angels now I hope he knew how much I love him  as much as  I did

(To the innocent lives that were lost in the Sandy Hook Elementary shooting)

Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: basketball, brother, car, dedication, devotion, family, god, heart, hero, light, love, miracle, natural disasters, night, snow, storm,

Rick Heart's warmth

            Through the darkest of nights with cold ice
            Yet remembering in my heart with warm love    

          A time in the Midwest an Irish French family of Seven 
         The fishing , boating and woods sent by Heaven 

          One night stands out that warms my Heart a frozen state      
         It was Winter having a Basketball Game to cheer at.very late

          asking others too many times before for a ride
                          ~ here comes my pride ~

              calling many times only receiving a machine 
              standing by the only payphone , out of change
            It's now 3am calling collect , freezing my bones , the Scene

                I was giving up thinking.shelter where to find ?
             snow falling hard, last call , my oldest brother answers

                 Never have I forgotten that frost bitten night 
              ~  through the frozen snow I see his headlights ~
            Rick driving his " Mach 1 "  Proud , Foghat playing loud 
           He my Hero like an Angel takes flight , certain he saved my life     
         ~ It was God whom sent him out in the cold freezing night ~
(   This is a poem entered in "Hearts Warmth " contest , also a true story of love 
     &   dedication to my oldest Brother  ) I always proud

Poem Details | by Charles Clive |
Categories: confusion, lost love,

My First Car

My lawyer drives a Jaguar, a slim and glitzy marque. He seldom ventures near the Law, (the work's done by his clerk), buts sends in bills at Partners Rates; that avaricious shark. My Broker's Merc is spanking new; it takes his fishing rod. He, as of right, once gently slipped in shoes his father trod. All pomp and circumstance he struts, this self appointed God. Accountants' BMWs have litres by the score. Mine's filled his up with gadgetry and Wilton on the floor. And now he's had his Coat of Arms emblazoned on the door. I used to have a set of wheels, a Morris Minor van. It was a dear and much loved friend which ran and ran and ran. I polished it with tender care and was its greatest fan. Alas! It's gone to pay the bills. But why? I cannot see. All day they guff and huff and puff and then demand a fee. I do not want their 'sound advice', I want a car - for me! ~
For Carol Brown's 'First Car' Contest by Charles Clive.

Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: absence, adventure, beautiful, car, confusion, culture, cute love, death, dream, fear, feelings, heart, heartbreak, heartbroken, heaven, imagination, inspirational, irony, love, love hurts, metaphor, passion, remember, scary, sleep, smart, solitude, travel, urban, women,


I fell asleep in my dream

at the wheel, 
unfolded maps on the car's floor

to wake up to her smile 
not once but twice.

Poem Details | by Dr. Upma A. Sharma |
Categories: car, passion,

My love cars

My love cars

My first rendezvous 
was Honda Civic iVtec
black automatic,
1799 cc, 4 cylinders 
130 bhp, torque 172Nm,
Stole my heart 
speed bound no limits,
Left me for a new owner.

Shunning loneliness,
Magnetised by 
his macho shape 
and pearl white colour,
Graceful eye to eye
luxurious costume,
I let his lusty belt
embrace my waist,
One button start
and we were together
Adrenaline gush
to a four by four,
Off road 
over tough terrain
wondered his guts....
2800 cc, 4 cylinders
178 bhp, torque 350Nm,
Pajero Mitsubishi 
my passion SUV.

Five years later 
as it betrayed,
My heart cried
Grief of parting....

Toyota Fortuner
my next fortune,
D- 4D, inter cooler 
Turbocharger 2982 cc
168 bhp, Torque 343 Nm
Walked into my life
tough milky white,
Hugged me dear 
wiped my tears,
My next love 
its exquisite walk,

I try to escape those
Green eyed monsters
those road runners....

One Land Rover
Range Rover evoque
is now eying at me,

Waiting for 
another heartbreak....

Written Dec 30th, 2015
For contest "Write about cars"
Sponsor - PD A

Awarded 10th place win


Poem Details | by Robert Ronnow |
Categories: blue, car, fear, light, love, night, river,

White Waits

Rather than put myself in the sky which is so
complete with blue and clouds, I make a space
in a line of people climbing a trail in the mountains.

All night I work on my thinking and waiting
until at dawn I see the iron clouds shift sunlight
and listen to the years changing my life with a laugh.

I say thank you to all the influences that a plant
like me goes on growing fearless as a daisy.
I need no robes, I wear baggy underpants in the morning.

By afternoon I am transformed by the light from my beard.
Some girls think I'm cuteAt first I'm shy but soon
I take my wooden chair among a bench of kids from Waltham.

At night I fall in love with the first person to stop
his carBecause I am a well of love for my lady.
The drone of stars slowly changing places in the sky.

When I fall asleep by the river it is like I'm dead.
There it isI use my coat for a pillow and lay my head
at the root of a treeShade my eyes from the sunWhite waits.

Poem Details | by David Fisher |
Categories: car, funny,

Crash Landing Love

On my first day in a car factory
A simple girl threw herself at me
I guess I was standing
Too close to the landing
Of the car filled with crash test dummies

Poem Details | by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: life, nostalgia, car, car,

My First Love

Got my first car when I was sixteen The coolest blue car I had ever seen A hot rod fuel injected My foot to floor connected I’m surprised I lived to seventeen I loved my Datsun 280 z A birthday gift from my parents to me Drove it for eight long years When I sold it, I cried tears To this day, I still miss my baby *My first car was a 1976 Datsun 280z By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders for the My First Car Contest (Carol Brown) second place

Poem Details | by Lewis Raynes |
Categories: car, freedom, girlfriend, happy, i love you, love, sexy,

My Datsun 260z a man's true love- Animus

This morning I went for a drive,
In my super- hot enginned car.
Up hills and down the slopes,
I drove my girl, drove her so far.
At first we fueled her pond with love,
Warming and heating up inside her.
We then slid into her cabin,
Turning the key and she let out a purr.

And then the drive, the stops, the go,
Wet and slippery, danger and fear.
And to manoeuvre through streets with signs,
Then the freeway so we dropped a gear.
We sped so fast using all of our skill,
No slow, no careful, or drive with discreet.
Her engine roared and leapt and pounced,
My chest heaved then sank every heartbeat.

Out there it’s free, free as the wind,
Free to push hard and free to hold tight.
You’re free to let the world pass by,
Drown in the love, and you’re free to bite.
This morning I went for a drive,
A long hot drive with my baby.
I can’t wait till after work today,
Might take her for a drive again, maybe.

Poem Details | by M. Shahid H. Chouhdry |
Categories: car, care, career, cry, dedication, depression, devotion, forgiveness, grief, imagination, immigration, inspirational, loneliness, lonely, longing,

Price of Love

Want You know the worth of Love, 
Way never end, the journey never Quit, 
Height neither achieved nor the depth End, 
The everlasting prickle in your eye sight, 

Freeze thoughts and awful memories, 
Would not leave you lonely, 
Every day goes by, 
Turn you the stem solitary, 

Frightful nights and dreadful days, 
Miserable morning and Depressed Twilight, 
Stand for fameless achievement, 
Faced it all for hoping day of Bright, 

Exam with no result, game of grief, 
Neither you fail nor you pass, 
Sunny day Rainfall, sweating in cold and fruit of Autumn, 
Love is stream that you won’t cross.

Cause, we don’t know the price of Love, cost of Beam, 
If you wanna know the cost, die with your dreams.

MShahid HChouhdry
Bahawalpur, Pakistan

Poem Details | by Lewis Raynes |
Categories: car, sexy,

I love parking my car

I've had a few car ports in my time,
Where I'd regularly park my car.
My car would fit each perfectly,
Then I'd smoke a long cigar.

All car ports were slightly different,
With no two quite the same.
I'd drive deftly, steering into each,
I'd steady, line up and aim.

Some car ports were overgrown,
With plants and weeds and grass.
Whilst others were mowed to the ground,
And washed to a shiny glass.

And each car port had a light switch to find,
Somewhere in the dark.
Sometimes I'd find it, sometimes not,
Either way I had to park.

I've had a few car ports in my day,
They've all been a beautiful sight.
I can't wait till I get home again,
And park there for the night.

Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, books, car, flower, poetry, sad, sad love, satire, simple, society, sorrow, stress, truth, uplifting, wisdom,


Inspired and dedicated to the famous, to the Royal families, to the actors and actresses, and pop stars, who live lives of Uncharishable Fame.

"Fame is a struggle and the lives that surround it are not happy." - Christopher Boskovski

Fame, have you ever walked down the streets of stars?
Have you stood on a stage with a beam of spotlight on you
at center stage, delivering a sweet monolouge of peace and love?

Fame, do you know how it feels to be followed along city streets,
and bustling cafes by flashing lights, and Poperazzi?
You strike a pose, you sign an autograph, and you are late for a dinner reservation.
You grow dark, and hungry and you seem not so happy,
but yet you smile?

Fame, do you like to be famous?
Is it a fun life to live?
Somedays living in Mansions and others out of the suitcase.
Somedays eating lobster by the bay, and others, cold pizza on Saturday.

Are you misreable, not knowing the womanthat you love, loves you back, or loves your
wallet that is so fat?
Books upon books of love poems staked towers of romance that scrambles your brain,
and leaves you with tears of sorrow in your eyes.

Fame, enough of the fake smiles
and red carpet wardrobes and be true to yourself.
Stop and smell the morning roses that bloom,
walk through the parks with smiling faces on every corner,
before all that beauty goes away.
Fame you don't see color, you see black and white.
Contracts, nothing about love, only about wages.
Live life, before everything around you dies.

Be happy and true.
I ask you fame,
come away from your money and expensive cars and cell phones
and live life, instead of living a fabricated one.

Read a book of poetry,
that shows true beauty.
Stop making yourself happy, reading tabloid viewings,
in morning newspapers of yourself.
Look in the mirror and smile.

Fame, I tell you now, you are not happy.
Come with me
take my hand, and sail with me.
For Fame, I shall show you a golden dream in reality.

Poem Details | by Carol Davis |
Categories: heartbreak, life, love,

Buy a Car or Drive a Woman

A brand new car gleams with silver and unblemished paint Never belonging to anyone else brings its own desirability Virginal, it might be called…longed for but never driven Lovely girl with her makeup just right Yearned for and desired by men She chooses you, requirement virginal Everything about a new vehicle cries out for purchase Little down, guaranteed and under warranty It’s tuned to perfection Beautiful hair, glowing skin Smiling with perfect teeth, matching figure Her life geared toward marriage and family Oiled with expertise Mirrors adjusted and radio playing Seats smooth as leather with that new car smell Her guaranteed…must please her man Keep the shape, cook the meals The feelings…mutual, emotional, and sexual Once the car gets on the road, things may change That first ding in the car door The rear ender that wasn’t your fault. Three years in…two children later Hair shaggy and skin pimply Smiling but with cavities shining Leaking oil after the too close curb Radio lost its antenna only static Smell is now of smoke and bodies Five years in…three children now Lost her guaranteed warranty…new car purchased Newer, younger, and more desirable Trade her in…get the best deal for the money Wives and cars…hmm How does this equate God is the only man in her life Work, children, and baby sitters How will she pay the bills? Parked in the garage waiting, this woman Worried, alone, and struggling, this woman Someone else will want to sit beside this beautiful woman

Poem Details | by Lewis Raynes |
Categories: blue, death, lost love, pain, power, spiritual,

Car crash

Smell the burning rubber.
Hear the screeching tyre
Watch in awe as the wheels fly off 
and the chassis catches fire.
Then avert your eyes.
Say your au revoir.
The casualties are packed in tight
Limp inside the car.

Poem Details | by Warren Dickman |
Categories: anniversary, car, celebration, cute love, first love, romance,

Your Hard-Top 88

Can this really be year fifty-five that we now celebrate
That day of endless pleasure in your Hard-Top Eighty-Eight?
Old Fred had said to see him wed I’d have to bring a date
Then you were there with flaming hair and Hard-Top Eighty-Eight.

Though six years old it shined like new and you at twenty-four
The loveliest of redheads were, so then and there I swore
That somewhere I would find the nerve to ask you for a date
And one day you and I would fly that Hard-Top Eighty-Eight.

Was that way back in sixty-one? My how the years flew by.
It seems like only yesterday we told old Fred good-bye.
Though that party ended early our trip home would have to wait;
A night of romance beckoned from your Hard-Top Eighty-Eight.

Cross town to Eddie Bohn’s we flew, then Pat and Pat’s till dark,
Then up into the mountains searching out a place to park.
But none could know that night there, nor even speculate
What sparks we would ignite there in your Hard-Top Eighty-Eight.

For that night sparked an inferno that still blazes to this day,
Though some details may be sketchy if not lost along the way.
Yet as dreams rekindle memories may the world commemorate
That birthplace of our endless love, your Hard-Top Eighty-Eight.

Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: adventure, funny, happiness, love, car, time,

My Sweet Ride

~ There once was a car that never did start it sputtered and spit and even did fart I love that car dear to lose it I fear I shall never forsake that quaint Dodge Dart Each memory of joy of days long ago still fill my heart in times I feel low you are my sweet ride for we stand side by side although our time spent is a time in-tow ~ "Contest" LOL