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Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, dark, evil, funny, humorous, internet,

Modern Poetry

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I am flavor to be
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bought the Mercedes
make love
to words
iPassion
is in
snap snap and chat
latex friendships
hollywood dreams
with amex
I never leave home
there she rests
in the trunk
blood mixed
with that new car smell
everything is modern these days
even my jail cell


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 Ryan Lucas |
Categories: absence, heartbreak, loss, love, passion, relationship, symbolism,

Leftovers

Soberly, I raise my head
to beg you for
one thin slice of bread
since on the table
a dirty dish holds the residue
of someone else’s wish
 
And there’s nothing left
nothing left for me
No there’s nothing left
nothing left for me
 
Hours later, you lie there still
watching more headlights
glide above the window sill
'cause though your mind
fights back desperately
each new passing car
stirs the same old memory
 
So there’s nothing left
nothing left for me
No there’s nothing left
nothing left for me

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: love, remember,

Sweet Haunting


He can’t forget her face and how that night
she said, “I love you” going out the door.
Her fragrance lingered when she’d left his sight.
It was Chantilly, that sweet scent she wore.

She crashed her car and died, and now each day
he thinks of how he’d once asked what he’d do
without her. He had said, “There’s just no way
that I could go on, Honey, without you.”

She’d touched his cheek and whispered, “Don’t you know
I’d never leave you? That’s a promise, Dear.
If even death should take me, I would show
you somehow, my beloved, that I were near.”

He “feels” her even now inside their room.
She visits him with scent of her perfume.


Sept. 26, 2019



Poem Details | by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: write,

Running Out of Ideas is Impossible

Running out of ideas?
That is impossible if you have a:
friend
acquaintance
neighbor
co-worker
boss
president
king
queen
TV set
I-pad
I-phone
I-pod
kangaroo
chicken
donkey
toilet paper
monopoly
dictionary
thesaurus
computer
outside
inside
dog 
cat
dresser
drum set
sibling
diary
father
mother
siblings
dragon
butterfly
unicorn
dawn
sky
stars
cosmos
moon
nemesis
goldfish
talent
team
plate
fork
spoon
blanket
bed
sun
moon
stars
spiders web
wasp
bathroom
kitchen
holiday
cousins
grandma
grandpa
car
truck
broom
dustpan
plane
bedroom
child
grand child
brain
imagination
love
life
ufo
or
space aliens



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,

Roads

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

Poem Details | by Sandip Goswami |
Categories: celebrity, deep, hero, inspirational, love, poverty, sensual,

Celebrity

They are not rich.
They have no car. 
They have no fat.
They have no dream.

They are not so-called educated persons.
They are not news.

They are struggling for existence.

They have not any exceed of life 
Which is poison. 

They live with their old parents.

They have innocent smile and intuition.

They created their poor house as rich home.

They are my celebrities.
But I am not communist.

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA

Poem Details | by Xuefeng Pan |
Categories: friend, heart, inspirational love, love, romantic,

Crossing your path

I saw you were  seating  in the car park
In the wooden chair, no one I saw there
And you expected no one there by heart 
But I crossed your path by a similar idea
We met unexpectedly in a place called "park" 

Since all rooms were taken by busy hearts
And all the streets were filled with running cars
We are  forced to park here, the place we share 
Could this meeting up last for thousands of years?

Poem Details | by Ken Carroll |
Categories: dream, imagery, love,

Imagery

Love comes early in the morning
we watch the sun rise
a light yellow yolk
walking with red legs across the sky...
Hurrying from her car
we are just two lovers
locking hands in excitement
walking upon flower deep fields...
Her dress indigo with a sunflower
an art nouveau flower
song birds in the Magnolia
an ocean breeze fills our sails...
We had been up all night
waiting for the moon
to kiss the morning star
and the sun to rise like an Emperor..
Morning sky fills with saffron
orange, crimson with the blaze of Venus
reminding us of the absolute and the infinite
and the exaltation of new love..

Poem Details | by John Hardison |
Categories: allegory, silly,

Prospective

A PROSPECTIVE.

  A POSTAL EMPLOYEE  IS LICKED.
 
    A GROCERS  IS FRESH.

      A FIRE FIGHTER IS PUT OUT.

        A TEACHER IS LEARNED.

          A WINE IS BOTTLED UP.

            A MAILER IS SENT OUT.
    
              A FISHERMAN IS FISHY.

                A MASON IS BRICKED.

                  A CAR IS TIRED.

                    A DOG IS BONED.

                      A CAT IS MOUSEY.

                        A BOY  IS PLAY.

                          A GIRL IS FANCY STUFF.

                            A MAN IS STRONG.

                              A  WOMAN IS LOVE.



Poem Details | by JEAN MURRAY |
Categories: home, house, how i feel,

WHERE I LIVE

In a stone cottage surrounded by trees,
I live here listening to birds and bees.
The **** crows each morn, wakens me at dawn.
I curse the beast, then rise to face the morn.
I love my work in the Maternity.
Just three days a week, then I am set free.
I live in Ireland, that beautiful isle.
I am spoiled for choice where to spend a while.
The beach, the forest, the National Park?
All are within range, if my car will start.
Hardly a sonnet but you get my drift.
If SO's not fussy, I'll give him a lift.
My kids have been blessed to grow without fear.
All want to return to have their wanes here.

Poem Details | by Lewis Raynes |
Categories: humorous, life,

Dreams of what may have been

I’d love to sit on a big leather chair,
And smoke a fat Cuban cigar.
And own a Monet,
And a little chalet,
And drive a red hot Jaguar.

But, alas, here I sit on an old wooden bench,
Sucking a ciggy filled with tar.
And my art's on a doormat,
In a cheap council flat,
And I drive an old rusted car.

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: for him, love hurts,

DON'T LET HER STEAL YOUR HEART AWAY

Like a thief in the night she stole your heart But I’ve seen the way you look at her ... It was simply love at first sight She has curves in all the right places You simply can’t keep your hands off her I can no longer compete for your attention Ladies.... Why do we have to suffer when men get a new car! 12th August 2015

Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: absence, beauty, death of a friend, emotions, grief, i miss you, sorry,

Glowing Cloud On Mountain Top

Glowing Cloud On Mountain Top


I met you there, so very full of grace
single rose in your shining raven hair
Radiance beaming from your sweet face
couldn't stop myself, I had to stare!

Every moment since, forever treasured
nights glowed on, your smile a star
Everything since that night measured,
love raced in deep, like a speeding car!

Now time has given me such great sorrow
Heaven welcomed your spirit on in
Misery my food, heartache my tomorrow
forever gone my lover, my great friend!

Glowing cloud on mountain top now dances
I gamble that climb and took my chances!

R.J. Lindley
Oct. 16th, 1973

Poem Details | by Eva J Tortora |
Categories: space, uplifting, wedding, write, grandmother, write,

Blue Wind......

If I were to write about love

I would start with a word

like candle......

blue.....

I remember before my grandmother died

she would recomend

I get a job in the writing world

the acting world

and then she's gone.......

I remember the rain....

how one life affects another.....

car.....

candle.....

writing.....

if i were to write about love....

i would start with a word....

candle....

magic.....

loss.......

Poem Details | by Tom Zart |
Categories: love,

SEX



Where would we be without sex 
Like coffee minus the sugar and cream. 
As Adam was before he knew Eve, 
With no purpose to dream and scheme.

No reason for fathers and mothers, 
No reason to buy flowers and candy. 
No reason for diamonds and jewels; 
Viagra, wine, liquor or brandy.

No reason to purchase a sports car,
A fine house, muscle shirts or a new dress. 
Basically, a cake without icing,
So thank God and pray for more not less.


Poem Details | by randy johnson |
Categories: car, funny, humorous, women,

It's A Curse To Own A Hearse

Instead of being a chick magnet, my vehicle is a curse.
No woman will go out with me because I own a hearse.
I bought my hearse because it runs great and it was dirt cheap.
But when women see it, they slap my face and call me a creep.
I finally got a date with the woman of my dreams.
But when she saw my hearse, she ran and screamed.
Women don't want to make out where corpses have been.
Because of my vehicle, they won't date me, they find other men.
If you already have a bad love life, making my mistake will only make it worse.
Women will not date a man if he drives a hearse.  

(I got the idea for this poem from a TV show that I saw.)

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: youth,

Trust Me Baby This Is Love

 We’ve stopped to park, and it’s no big surprise
you’ve quickly scooted over to my side.
What’s coming next is easy to surmise;
your roaming fingers to my bra strap slide.
 
I move your hands away. At age sixteen,
it’s not my first time in a young man’s car.
I understand what all the signals mean,
but you must know this can’t go very far!
 
Your kisses are not too bad, I admit,
but lacking in finesse, too speedily,
You try to take things farther. Then a fit
you throw. Does this show me that you love me?
 
Just take me home, for I’ve heard plenty of
such tripe as “Trust me baby this is love.”

July 12, 2017

Poem Details | by Maryam Jameela Haniff |
Categories: deathfriend,

Friends Forever

Friends Forever
   

Little did I know
that so early
you'll leave and go

A friend like you 
is so hard to find
yet you left so quickly
leaving me behind

It was not your choice
but God's own will
he took your soul
and made you still

To heaven he called you
indeed a better place
there he'll keep you
with love and grace

From this world you are gone
yet still, in my heart
you will live on,
forever.

 

Dedicated to my 11 year old friend Shaniece who died on Tuesday in a car accident. You
will always be there in my heart.....*Love Maryam

Poem Details | by Katy C |
Categories: girlfriend-boyfriend, lost love, love, sadme,

He's Slipping Through My Fingers

I see your face 
in the car passing by
But you are gone 
before I can stare at it.
I hear your voice 
in the middle of a crowd
But it blends in 
before I can place it.
I taste your lips 
on mine
But the taste is gone 
before I can savor it.
I smell your cologne 
in the air
But it drifts away 
before I truly catch the scent.
Why are you everywhere I am not?
Why are you gone before I reach you?
Why are you trying to tell me something--
What are you trying to tell me?
STOP.
I know 
what you are trying to tell me.
And I see 
that you don't want me.
So I will go, 
without a fight
My love.
But do not be surprised
when the last thing you hear me say
is
I love you.

Poem Details | by david mohn |
Categories: symbolism,

Dented Cans - A Love Story

         driving away slow
   enchanted by metaphors…
        rice pelting our car
   white picket fences ahead
dented cans streaming behind

            05 Jan 2018

    syllable count 5-7-5-7-7

Poem Details | by stina lu |
Categories: age, beauty, time,

Day-like nights

Day-like nights
By Luxu

The car wheels roll over
The Horn sounds wildly
The street lamp has its claws
A Vaunted fake moon
Shakes the half of the sky with light
 
The night sobs behind the hills
Stars hide away
People love the light
Better than the dark
The days are stretched like people themselves

A bundle of breaking rubber bands
A cunning fox'tail
A group of drowning men
A last straw
All march out
Deep into the night


Poem Details | by Bobby May |
Categories: love,

Painting The Picture of True Love

Doing the laundry
Picking up your children’s toys
Cooking breakfast, lunch and dinner
Mowing the lawn
Going to work each day and providing for your family
Making sure your wife’s car is safe for her to dive
Kissing each other before either one leaves
Holding hands
Arguing and making up
Worrying about each other

Last:
Caring for each other until death

Poem Details | by Ann Foster |
Categories: break up, chocolate, christian, conflict, confusion, death of a friend, depression,

Unwanted Things

Unwanted Things.

A car wreck.
A kid, unexpected.
An absent father to be.
 
A cheater that brought you, 
a sudden health risk. 
A divorce.

Car troubles.
Work issues.
Financial burdens. 
Bad health, 
that effects you, 
and…
or…
those you love.

These are a few, 
of my un-favorite
things.
There is no song, 
about these, 
by Julie…
although I read her story, 
and she
had a hard life
too. 

Poem Details | by Will Thomas |
Categories: age, courage, love, old, poems, spiritual, truth,

From heaven to baby

Who wants to be old,
All achy and cold,
All wrinkled,
All slow,
Unable to hold...

Onto anything dear, 
So filled with fear, 
So fragile,
So weak,
So stuck in one gear... 

Like a car that's been used, 
Sometimes abused,
So dented, 
So broken, 
So battered and bruised...

With a long white beared, 
With vision impaired, 
With teeth missing, 
Nose running, 
And still no one cared...

But now I can't hide, 
From the joy inside, 
From meeting you, 
Once, 
Before I died!