Best Car Poems

Where is the Jim Crow section
On this merry-go-round,
Mister, cause I want to ride?
Down South where I come from
...

I was hoping to be happy by seventeen.
School was a sharp check mark in the roll book,
An obnoxious tuba playing at noon because our team
Was going to win at night. The teachers were
...

Traveling through the dark I found a deer
dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.
It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:
that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.
...

Last night I drove a car
not knowing how to drive
not owning a car
...

So they bought you
And kept you in a
Very good home
Cental heating
...

Snow fell in the night.
At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish
mounded softness where
the Honda was. Cat fed and coffee made,
...

For the first time, on the road north of Tampico,
I felt the life sliding out of me,
a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear.
I was seven, I lay in the car
...

How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer,
wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns.
How much better to cruise these local, familiar streets,
fully grasping the meaning of every roadsign and billboard
...

I wake up in the morning and pull back the curtains, wide,
And look out through the window to view the world outside,
To see if the sky is blue or grey, sunny or with rain,
And see if the postman's on his way with letters that contain,
...

O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.'
...

'The hot night makes us keep our bedroom windows open.
Our magnolia blossoms.Life begins to happen.
My hopped up husband drops his home disputes,
and hits the streets to cruise for prostitutes,
...

Philip Le Barr,
Was knock down by a car,
On the road to Mandalay.
He was knocked down again
...

O Venus, beauty of the skies,
To whom a thousand temples rise,
Gaily false in gentle smiles,
...

Here on the Hard, you're welcome to pull up and stay;
there's a flat fee of a quid for parking all day.

And wandering over the dunes, who wouldn't die
...

Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?
...

stuck in the rain on the freeway, 6:15 p.m.,
these are the lucky ones, these are the
dutifully employed, most with their radios on as loud
as possible as they try not to think or remember.
...

—he's a dandy
—small moustache
—usually sucking on a cigar
...

The wind
Undecided
Rolls a cigarette of air
...

Fathers hold you when you have bad dreams
And they comfort you when all is lost it seems.
Fathers teach you to dribble a basketball and shoot a free throw
And they lead you as you grow.
...

At ten AM the young housewife
moves about in negligee behind
the wooden walls of her husband’s house.
I pass solitary in my car.
...

That boy I took in the car last night,
With the body that awfully sagged away,
And the lips blood-crisped, and the eyes flame-bright,
And the poor hands folded and cold as clay --
...

At the time, I was a five-year old boy
A visit to my aunty, always a joy
My cousin was playing with cars at the back
He just had a new one, the body in black
...

Down the road someone is practising scales,
The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,
Man's heart expands to tinker with his car
For this is Sunday morning, Fate's great bazaar;
...

As I go and shop, sir!
If a car I stop, sir!
Where you chance to sit,
And you want to read, sir!
...

Snowfall in March:
I sit in the white glow reading a thesis
About you. Your poems, your life.
...

Night from a railroad car window
Is a great, dark, soft thing
...

And some time make the time to drive out west
Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,
In September or October, when the wind
And the light are working off each other
...

Tes pas, enfants de mon silence,
Saintement, lentement placés,
Vers le lit de ma vigilance
Procèdent muets et glacés.
...

A car is a car
If it can ride you nearby or far

A car is a car
...

I got there
just before it closed
and checked out
the book of poetry
...

Thinking hard about you
I got on the bus
and paid 30 cents car fare
and asked the driver for two transfers
...

They burned lime on the hill and dropped it down
here in an iron car
On a long cable; here the ships warped in
And took their loads from the engine, the water
...

Roar of the rushing train fearfully rocking,
Impatient people jammed in line for food,
The rasping noise of cars together knocking,
And worried waiters, some in ugly mood,
...

Give me a golden pen, and let me lean
On heaped-up flowers, in regions clear, and far;
Bring me a tablet whiter than a star,
Or hand of hymning angel, when 'tis seen
...

I saw her in a Broadway car,
The woman I might grow to be;
I felt my lover look at her
And then turn suddenly to me.
...

A beautiful child, she was, in her wishful days,
shining like a star despite her impoverished state,
wearing a beautiful expression on her innocent face,
and came towards me with a smile so innate.
...

<i>'Beep-beep.
BANKERS TRUST AUTOMOBILE LOAN
You'll find a banker at Bankers Trust'</i>
Advertisement in N.Y. Times
...

That tree said
I don't like that white car under me,
it smells gasoline
That other tree next to it said
...

All The Belongings
The Precious Stones
The Costly Jewelleries
The Favorite Car, Houses
...

What's the name of your car, asked Michael
Forgot the name, it starts with ‘T', said Nichole
"What a strange car
Never heard of it so far.
...

Who was frightened by a Passing Motor, and was brought to Reason

"Oh murder! What was that, Papa!"
"My child, It was a Motor-Car,
...

In my mind,
I value the Easter Sunday life:
The resurrection
Of the spring sunrise,
...

As I sd to my
friend, because I am
always talking,--John, I
...

Is a Warm Embrace,
Or a Quick Hug
A Glowing Smile, and Your Wit and Wisdom...
...

Per melhs cobrir lo mal pes e.l cossire
chan e deport et ai joi e solatz;
e fatz esfortz car sai chantar ni rire,
car eu me mor e nul semblan no.n fatz;
...

Come you, cartoonists,
Hang on a strap with me here
At seven o’clock in the morning
On a Halsted street car.
...

There are faces in the darkness

There to see and not be seen.
...

A lonely flower in a field
A lonely child does not yield
A lonely star in the night sky
A lonely man gives up to die
...

"Trash, trash!" the king my uncle said,
"The spirit's smoke and weak as smoke ascends.
"Sit in the sun and not among the dead,
"Eat oranges! Pish tosh! the car attends.
...

The winter moon has such a quiet car
That all the winter nights are dumb with rest.
She drives the gradual dark with drooping crest,
...

Fields beneath a quilt of snow
From which the rocks and stubble sleep,
And in the west a shy white star
That shivers as it wakes from deep.
...

The owl-car clatters along, dogged by the echo
From building and battered paving-stone.
The headlight scoffs at the mist,
And fixes its yellow rays in the cold slow rain;
...

Down the long hall she glistens like a star,
The foam-born mother of Love, transfixed to stone,
Yet none the less immortal, breathing on.
Time's brutal hand hath maimed but could not mar.
...

Squat, unshaven, full of gas,
Joseph Samuels, former clerk
in four large cities, out of work,
waits in the darkened underpass.
...

On the road with billowing poplars,
In a country flat and desolate
To the far-off gray horizon, wherein obscurely,
A man and a woman went on foot,
...

Along the sprawled body of the derailed Great Northern freight car,
I strike a match slowly and lift it slowly.
No wind.
...

Handsome guys get girls that are pretty
Other guys make it cause they're clever and witty
...

Mom’s car has three foot pedals.
I think I’m gonna ask her -

Since daddy’s car has only two,
...

KISS mine eyelids, beauteous Morn,
Blushing into life new-born!
Lend me violets for my hair,
...

Trees were my childhood friends (along with neighbor, Helen) .
Now trees, and other South Carolina plants, have me YELLIN'.
Oh, it may not be outloud-yelling; I keep some feelings inside,
But, my displeasure with some plants here, I'll not from you hide.
...

We stopped at perfect days
and got out of the car.
The wind glanced at her hair.
It was as simple as that.
...

As I walked down the waterside
This silent morning, wet and dark;
Before the cocks in farmyards crowed,
Before the dogs began to bark;
...

A shoe with legs,
a stone dropped from heaven,
he does his mournful work alone,
...

Lo, in the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
...

Two years ago I ruined my life when I got a bride.
She's 6'4' tall and about ten feet wide.
...

The morning sun touched lightly on
The eyes of Lucy Jordan
In her white suburban bedroom
In a white suburban town,
...

[inspired from a mail from MR. SHANMUGHAM CHETTIAR}

am i in green
a smooth sail in car on road
...

We are what we repeatedly do.
—Aristotle

You know how it is waking
...

Amics Bernartz de Ventadorn,
com vos podetz de chant sofrir,
can aissi auzetz esbaudir
lo rossinholet noih e jorn?
...

Baby

Like flowers reaching for Sun, baby sucks ma's breast.
Petals open kissed by light, baby smiles content.
...

To K. Vanshenkin

Our railway car was like a gypsy camp.
Raucous shouting everywhere.
...

She’s a liberated lady and she’s lookin’ out for herself.
And she don’t need your protection,
And she does not want your help.
...

To Ridgely Torrence
On Last Looking into His 'Hesperides'

I often see flowers from a passing car
...

Over the fence, the dead settle in
for a journey. Nine o'clock.
You are alone for the first time
today. Boys asleep. Husband out.
...

Let us be honest; the lady was not a harlot until she
married a corporation lawyer who picked her from
a Ziegfeld chorus.
Before then she never took anybody's money and paid
...

Longfellow


The drowsy carrier sways
...

I carry you
before me

carefully cradled
...

Angels from the 3rd heaven heaven above
they send you their dearest love.
They fight in the invisible at your side
to protect, and defeat dark forces from inside.
...

Give me a golden pen, and let me lean
On heaped-up flowers, in regions clear, and far;
Bring me a tablet whiter than a star,
...

Health is our most precious wealth, I hope you agree
No doubt, health is the sweetest fruit of our life’s tree.
...

Less and less people
Seem to care
About each other
And more about their
...

Jadis je vous disais : -- Vivez, régnez, Madame !
Le salon vous attend ! le succès vous réclame !
Le bal éblouissant pâlit quand vous partez !
...

O, wilt thou go wi' me,
Sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
O, wilt thou go wi' me,
Sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
...

Jesus came, Jesus came, Jesus came for us
Jerusalem is shining bright, Jesus came for us

On the roof before the dusk, Jesus came to us
Tears roll, bare sole, song of praise, rush n rush
...

He took the grade in second - quite a climb,
Dizzy and dangerous, yet how sublime!
The road went up and up; it curved around
The mountain and the gorge grew more profound.
...

There they are again.It's after dark.
The rain begins its sober comedy,
Slicking down their hair as they wait
Under a pepper tree or eucalyptus,
...

I brought back five leaves
from my Gardens walk
to test Richard
stuck in the car:
...

My mother died on February 24 2016, when she was traveling on the entrance ramp to northbound I-29 from Mexico City Avenue. She traveled off the roadway and overcorrected, sending herself and her truck down an embankment. Ejected from her vehicle, she was dead on arrival.
...

Was that a breath of cold air
I felt as I drove about in my car,
Or was it just the end of summer heat
That soon would be in full retreat?
...

Get a life
You murdered this
innocent animal
tortured it
...

Driving along in her bread truck early one morn
With everything going exactly as norm
Margaret spied a lone wheel on the left trundling ahead
Turned to her brother, the newspaper he read
...

From the Greek Anthologies


Swifter than aught 'neath the sun the car of Simonides moved
...

The industrialist is having his aeroplane serviced.
The priest is wondering what he said in his sermon eight weeks ago
about tithes.
The generals are putting on civvies and looking like bank clerks.
...

His curly hair wet, drip
After a shower from the skies;
Takes shelter under a bridge.
...

Early In A Winter Morning
January 27, 2021
...

It's useful to do things
in the same order
every time.
...

...

Dear Joanne,

Last night Magda dreamed that she,
you, Jack, and I were driving around
...

A sweet grey car replaced my noble Jeep,
it is utterly alien to me; oh, I always knew
this day would come, the Jeep's upkeep
was an extra expense we did not need
...

Ceux qui vivent, ce sont ceux qui luttent ; ce sont
Ceux dont un dessein ferme emplit l'âme et le front.
...