Poetry In Honor Of Mustangs
Don't know why, but I just started writing this today while thinking about our favorite car, I am not a poet by any means, but see what you think.
A twist of the key, a mechanical whir
In the blink of an eye, the engine purrs
The clutch goes down, shifter in gear
On the street tonight, they've lots to fear
'Cause I'm proud of my ride, it's heritage shines
I'm making power, the blower whines
Slowly she creeps from her resting place
This car is bad, smile on face
At once, life forgotten, the road screams by
Shifting at 6,000, senses on high
No other car can bring joy to a man
like the unforgettable, undying love of
MUSTANG!
what would you add or fix to this poem? Or lets hear yours!
A twist of the key, a mechanical whir
In the blink of an eye, the engine purrs
The clutch goes down, shifter in gear
On the street tonight, they've lots to fear
'Cause I'm proud of my ride, it's heritage shines
I'm making power, the blower whines
Slowly she creeps from her resting place
This car is bad, smile on face
At once, life forgotten, the road screams by
Shifting at 6,000, senses on high
No other car can bring joy to a man
like the unforgettable, undying love of
MUSTANG!
what would you add or fix to this poem? Or lets hear yours!
Full moon, summer nights,
Got my Mustang, I'm alright.
Burning rubber, shifting gears,
Makes my troubles all dissapear.
Tearing up the blacktop,
dont matter where I'm going.
Whats around the curve?
Got no way of knowing.
140 mile an hour,
Running undercover.
Gotta feel the THUNDER,
Speed is like a lover.
Take it to the red line,
Like lightning I'm going.
Man I feel so wired,
Electricity is flowing.
One solid white line,
300 ponies smother.
She sounds just like THUNDER,
My Mustang, my lover.
Got my Mustang, I'm alright.
Burning rubber, shifting gears,
Makes my troubles all dissapear.
Tearing up the blacktop,
dont matter where I'm going.
Whats around the curve?
Got no way of knowing.
140 mile an hour,
Running undercover.
Gotta feel the THUNDER,
Speed is like a lover.
Take it to the red line,
Like lightning I'm going.
Man I feel so wired,
Electricity is flowing.
One solid white line,
300 ponies smother.
She sounds just like THUNDER,
My Mustang, my lover.
Hmmm. I'm an old school kind of guy where poetry rhymes and iambic pentameter is the king. No free verse for me. If I get inspired anytime soon I'll add something. In the meanwhile, keep on writing and posting.
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Hey Thomas, great poem, but I think it would flow just a little bettter if you put "The blower it whines" just sounds better to me
just my $.02 otherwise great poems guys
just my $.02 otherwise great poems guys
Foot to the floor
Looking for more
Blue lights in the mirror
More points on my license,I fear
Do I know how fast I was going out there?
What a stupid question
The gas was flowing
Why would I care?
Insurance? ,no matter
My wallet's been splattered
Son, quit talking
You'll soon be walking
Looking for more
Blue lights in the mirror
More points on my license,I fear
Do I know how fast I was going out there?
What a stupid question
The gas was flowing
Why would I care?
Insurance? ,no matter
My wallet's been splattered
Son, quit talking
You'll soon be walking
I'll be heading home
Stepping to my Ride
Revving the engine real high
Black midnight wants to ride
heart pumping and surging with octane
Pointing her in the right direction
and letting her go
the wheels let go,
in a blaze of smoke
I can smell the steeds rubber
Leaving everyone shock,
I'll be heading home
(thought this was fun)
Stepping to my Ride
Revving the engine real high
Black midnight wants to ride
heart pumping and surging with octane
Pointing her in the right direction
and letting her go
the wheels let go,
in a blaze of smoke
I can smell the steeds rubber
Leaving everyone shock,
I'll be heading home
(thought this was fun)
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