art, dark, evil, funny, humorous, internet,
by arthur vaso |
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bought the Mercedes
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I never leave home
there she rests
in the trunk
with that new car smell
everything is modern these days
even my jail cell
by Mary Nagy |
angst, daughter, family, funny, happiness, life, love, 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.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Running out of ideas?
That is impossible if you have a:
by Andrea Dietrich |
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
by A.O. Taner |
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
by Sandip Goswami |
celebrity, deep, hero, inspirational, love, poverty, sensual,
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
by Xuefeng Pan |
friend, heart, inspirational love, love, romantic,
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?
by Ken Carroll |
dream, imagery, love,
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..
by John Hardison |
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.
by JEAN MURRAY |
home, house, how i feel,
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.
by Gary Radice |
holiday, life, silence, summer, sunshine, write,
Hot today. Hired a car. Took to hills. Not too far.
Narrow road. Never ends. Sweat on wheel. Hairpin bends.
Glanced at temp. Glanced at fuel. Aircon found. Turned to cool.
Island sun. Not like ours. Single track. Other cars.
Parked at top. Lovely sight. Valleys. Vineyards. Left and right.
Church looks out. Opened door. Spanish writing. Walls and floor.
Candle lit. Sat for prayer. Silence deep. Everywhere.
Dark and cool. Warm in feel. Off The Strip. Life is real.
All Our love From Menorca
Gary & Ann
by JAN ALLISON |
for him, love hurts,
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
Why do we have to suffer when men get a new car!
12th August 2015
by Tom Zart |
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.
by Robert Lindley |
absence, beauty, death of a friend, emotions, grief, i miss you, sorry,
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!
Oct. 16th, 1973
by Eva J Tortora |
space, uplifting, wedding, write, grandmother, write,
If I were to write about love
I would start with a word
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.....
if i were to write about love....
i would start with a word....
by randy johnson |
car, funny, humorous, women,
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.)
by david mohn |
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
by Andrea Dietrich |
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
by Maryam Jameela Haniff |
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,
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
by Akham nilabirdhwaja Singh |
In that rainy night
near her home
at the distance
a lone electric lamp shone;
dribbling raindrops seen
flickering in its light.
She might be sleeping then.
I was driving my car
in the rain
towards my far home
in the city.
by stina lu |
age, beauty, time,
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
by Katy C |
girlfriend-boyfriend, lost love, love, sadme,
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
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?
what you are trying to tell me.
And I see
that you don't want me.
So I will go,
without a fight
But do not be surprised
when the last thing you hear me say
I love you.
by Frances Schiavina |
Flash floods forecast hurried steps and wheels ahead of darkening clouds pregnant as eyelids welling with tears of baptismal rain cleansing earth's skirt of its mire of blood of innocence and dust of blinding confusion with thunder of reproaches and flash of lightning clarity. I had been standing, gaze switching from red eye turning yellow to the traffic slowly rolling in one lane, in the next
a car came speeding forward unware of the pedestrian, head down, hurrying into its path. In an instant making eternity: Rainbow splendor!
slow car swerving right
blocked car missed near collision
saving the man's life
by Curtis Moorman |
america, beautiful, christian, environment, jesus, joy, spiritual,
BIO MODIFIED - SOUTHERN GENTLEMAN
Being courteous, sentimental, compassionate, helpful to others
I love Jesus, Southern Gospel Music, and Family
It is my plan to buy a new car, travel, and be on my own
Blessed to feel content, at peace, and filled with joy
My fear is not being ambulatory, losing my eyesight and being bedridden
Meet President Trump, restore late model cars, and sing bass in a gospel quartet
I am a resident of the great State of Georgia, one of the original 13 colonies
18 April 2020
For the contest sponsored by Dear Heart
by Will Thomas |
age, courage, love, old, poems, spiritual, truth,
Who wants to be old,
All achy and cold,
Unable to hold...
Onto anything dear,
So filled with fear,
So stuck in one gear...
Like a car that's been used,
So battered and bruised...
With a long white beared,
With vision impaired,
With teeth missing,
And still no one cared...
But now I can't hide,
From the joy inside,
From meeting you,
Before I died!