by Le'Rita Clark |
Categories:
black african american, death, life, loss, love, sad, teen, girl, girl,
One night a guy & a girl were
driving home from the movies. The
boy sensed there was
something wrong because of the painful
silence they shared between them
that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over
because she wanted to talk. She told him that her
feelings had changed & that it was time to move on.
A silent tear slid down his cheek as he
slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note.
At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down
that very same street. He swerved
right into the drivers seat, killing the boy.
Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she
pulled it out & read it.
"Without your love, I would die."
by Mary Nagy |
Categories:
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 John Watt |
Categories:
art, love,
Like a Seurat painting
I view my life up close
and see a million tiny colored dots:
eating breakfast
driving to work
writing a poem
watching television
playing a game
singing a song
going to the park on a Sunday afternoon
You view these dots
from the proper distance,
blend them together
with kind, generous eyes
and you see art
(an ekphrasis poem after the pointillism painting "A Sunday Afternoon
on the Island of La Grande Jatte", by Georges Seurat, 1886)
by Joe Dimino |
Categories:
anniversary, birthday, devotion, friendship love, love, spiritual, wisdom,
I thought to bring you
a bouquet of stars,
for everyone brings
roses; I thought of a
ruby, big as mars – but
who could wear such
a thing?! I thought what
value such a tiny heart
though it beats only for
you, someone who has
become my world? Then
I thought behind this tiny
heart, driving my every breath,
is the God of a universe,
who thought of Creation,
Love His Absolute Best!
by Seren Roberts |
Categories:
life,
have faith in yourself,
then hope will follow life through,
making life complete,
the driving force is loving
needed for peaceful living.
Penned 24/08/2014
by Vijai Pant |
Categories:
romance, romantic love, sensual, sexy, sweet love,
Floods of memories
The tumults, the peace
The pitter-patter on rooftops
The passion, in dollops
The continuous beat
Driving away the heat
The smell of rain
The overflowing drain
Emotions uncontrollable
The storms, the lull
Inside, her scent strong
Outside, Nature’s song
Past recreated
Once again, nothing hid
The gusty wind, the ferocious lashes
The crumpled sheets, all the messes
The thunder, the roar
The desire… ‘Want More’
The ebb, the flow,
As in each rendezvous so
The shiver, the quiver
From him to her
The sun pierces the fog
He rolls down, a log
The pleasure, the joy
Comes back the spirit of coy
The rains abate
And thus ends, the love date
by Jack Ellison |
Categories:
love,
Charmaine is the sweetest young lady
But her wee one's been driving her crazy
She can't keep up
It's overflowing her cup
She's really not getting a lot of sleep lately
© Jack Ellison 2015
by Liam Mcdaid |
Categories:
angel, love,
Can i ask
a question love smiling
in all honesty
are you real
or has it all been me dreaming
because you're lighting up all the space
residing inside my thoughts
You're beautiful smile
is driving me crazy wishing
that I could kiss you
upon the lips
my dream delight
Or could it be possible
that I am a fallen angel
as you touch me with your grace
healing a miracle
at the hands of love
by Regina Mcintosh |
Categories:
death, devotion, family, sorrow, surreal,
Driving at night, with the window down
Air in my hair, hands on the wheel
Him driving by me, there to reveal
His face clearly visible in the middle of town
Passing by him, I was startled and yearning
Wishing for the chance to say hello to him
He was my uncle and I felt it all on a whim
Even though I hoped, his head wasn’t turning
How could I be seeing him tonight,
Without a doubt his image in the window
Reminding me why I was stuck in limbo
Him the truckdriver – mostly out of sight.
He had given me so much of his heart
Pieces I still carried and pulled out often
Yet I had seen him there, lying inside a coffin
Tonight, I was haunted by the love he did impart
by David Mohn |
Categories:
symbolism,
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 Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh |
Categories:
love,
On that rainy night
Near her home,
At the distance,
A lone electric lamp shone;
Raindrops dribbling ,seen
Flickering in its light.
She might have been sleeping then.
I was driving my car
In the rain
towards my distant home
in the city.
by Alesha Roche' |
Categories:
death, loss, lost love, love, sympathy, me, me,
Tell me it isn't true
That he didn't hurt you too
Tell me that your not crying
Please tell me your lying
Why I ask you
Why I say
Why should this happen today
Onlt 13 years
Now we shead 13 tears
13 forever
Will my soul recover
My days and nights gets longer
Wondering if my days will get shorter
Feeling my heart getting heavy
The wish to hear his voice is driving me crazy
In loving memory Christopher Monte' Rivera
by Amy Rowsell |
Categories:
death, depression, life, loss, love, mother, wife,
this is inspired by a picture of a guy looking at a piece of bread with one candle
on it, http://allpoetry.com/amyrowsell
today would be our first wedding anniversary
but I lost her, a month ago
a guy was driving drunk and crossed the line
that night he took the life of mine
you think that they would learn
driving is a privilege you have to earn
I hate him for what he has done
he took away a mother from me and our young son
nobody wins when people drive drunk
by Suzette Richards |
Categories:
poetess,
Intense emotions surged when justice sought
if I defended wrongful witness brought.
Then I was saved through Daniel; nearly caught.
Accused of sins absurd, derogatory words
from people’s tongues not curbed, but gossip which they heard.
Cupidity the driving force behind
the false accusers’ spiteful state of mind.
So rarely friends could then be found in kind.
The tides will ebb and flow as inner doubts still grow;
for balm of ocean’s throw thus right so many lows.
If seen at daily tasks, I’m never fraught.
I won’t let memories my love to curdle.
Some kindness helped recover peaceful find,
depend’n whichever way the wind should blow.
by Jude Kyrie |
Categories:
beautiful, life, love, sister,
Invaded by the tribe
The old station wagon
Pulls to halt in my driveway.
The five children fall out
of its rusted doors
shouting and laughing.
She turns off the noisy engine.
Slips ghostlike from the drivers seat.
Her five hours of driving
In a bedlam of her children’s noise.
Looking so slight and frail.
My heart melts again.
I enfold her in my arms
And whisper thanks for coming.
Even though I have moaned
About her children’s disruptions.
The extra work cooking
And entertaining.
I look into my sisters face
And whisper I love you Sis.
You are always welcome
In my house.
And in my heart
by Marie Prance |
Categories:
friendship, hope, love
Driving down the road,
trying not to speed,
ahead of her, is the sound,
of screaming sirens.
I know she is praying,
with tears in her eyes,
trusting in the Lord,
to be by his side.
Just letting you know,
my dear friend,I'm only a
phone call away,I will be there,
night or day.
Jesus has healed others,
he can heal him too,
I don't know how, and I don't
know when, but I do know,
He'll do it again.
by Hilda Greenhough |
Categories:
love,
Alternating red and blue, police car siren blaring.
My heart is thumping wildly. I wave and blow him a kiss,
But he doesn't notice. He is on the job, not caring.
And since I'm driving slowly, a chance meeting I'm going to miss.
Had he wings, he would be the Heavenly Angel Michael.
But he is an honest cop who watches for speeders on the road.
His manner is courteous; his aura is physical,
Yet, his peaceful brow is smooth, tending not to furrow hold.
Today, I see him at the curb writing a citation.
I wave, I wink, and blow a kiss as I drive on by.
Though my heart is bursting with daily infatuation,
It is those California girls who always catch his eye.
by Arilene Ramos |
Categories:
anger, angst, anxiety, confusion, emotions, lost love, sad,
It hasn’t always been this way I remember brighter days Before the dark ones came Stole my mind Wrapped my soul in chains Now I live among the dead Fighting voices in my head Hoping someone hears me crying in the night And carries me away.. that demons are driving me crazy day and night please stop the voices in my head .. I need to get out of this darkness please make the voices stop Morning breaks another day Finds me crying in the rain all alone with my demons ing with my madness. Arilene Ramos
by Daron Long |
Categories:
angst, life, lost love, love, sad, teen,
105
105
I just hit 105
Am I alive?
Am I alive?
Driving in rage at 105
Run away
Run away
Leave behind this day
105
105
I can’t escape going 105
A lonely heart
still falls apart
No matter how fast you go
by Travisti Ripley |
Categories:
angst, lost love, sad, teenme,
You say you want me to be free,
but really you just don't want me.
Now i'm drowning in my pain,
standing in the pouring rain.
How this fell apart is such a shame.
You made this in to some game.
You were just in it because you had some thing to gain.
Your lies are driving me insane.
by L Milton Hankins |
Categories:
autumn, beach, poems, weather, writing,
I shall return to Florida
In late autumn, a driving trip
When blooms have lost their stamina,
And I shall need to get a grip.
Surely before the first cold spell
Settles in, ere the first snowfall
I shall find a small place to dwell
Near the seashore where I can scrawl
Short verses on sandy beaches,
Where children collect fresh seashells
And play well above the reaches
Of the tide, I love ocean smells.
A watch on the skies I will keep
Lest a storm strikes while I'm asleep.
written July 23, 2021
by Poeticmonwa Monwa |
Categories:
heartbroken, hurt,
My heart has been used and abused
Into pieces it was broken
It broke
Couldn't function
like a person hit by the stroke
I then lost trust in love
lost hope
Couldn't cope
Sometimes got tempted
to take a rope
and end this pain
driving me insane
End this misery
causing me to break physically
and mentally
Since then my mind was never at peace
Since then my heart was never at peace
because it was used
Because it was abused.
PoeticMonwa
by Kenny Henault |
Categories:
loss, lost love, sorry,
I’m fresh out of lies
My eyes are all out of cries
My heart can’t take any more pain
And this feeling is driving me insane
I wish things didn’t turn out this way
I wish I was the height of your day
Can’t believe it turned out this bad
Why am I the reason for your sad?
I wish I could erase our memories
But I hope you will always remember me
Things got bad and went down the hole
Now the pain we feel is much to cruel
Amazing how things can change
Now nothing could ease the pain
So what’s left when you’re lost and alone?
That still remains unknown…
by Jerry Brotherton |
Categories:
poetry,
Driving down those dark and dusty country roads. The rocks and rubber are singing in harmony as rows of brown corn flash and disappear. You turn on the radio and we let its melodies form images in our brains. We’re ready to ‘Drift Away on that Midnight Train to Georgia’. ‘You’re Killing Me Softly’ with your closeness. I whisper ‘Give Me a Little Love’ and you sing ‘Dream On’. Later, lying on the hood of the car, the warmth from the engine against our backs we stare at the stars in the sky as they dance to the rhythm of ‘Diamond Girl’. Then the radio croons ‘Let’s Get it on’.
Passion fills night skies
music boils two lover’s blood
We can’t stop the night
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
america,
The world has turned angry.
Families have been replaced with technology.
Swiping and dinging has replaced listening and learning.
Drivers are enraged; impatient, unkind.
They plow over each other, like angry puppies
Because they must wait their turn.
Instant gratification has become the go-to now.
We want it immediately – information, food, attention.
The world has turned angry. The families are gone.
Technology has replaced love and kindness.
People spend more time in cars driving frantically
Than they spend in homes.
No one is listening to our children.
They sit in front of a tablet poking buttons
Wishing someone cared.
The world is sad.