Where are you going? I asked him
After cleaning my bike's engine dirt
I'll try to ride it and my chances are trim...
Do you ever fear your luck deciding to desert?
The only thing I fear is not living a life I love
Just because I'm afraid of getting hurt
I hear the loud V-twin noise hereof
Mimicking the sound of a violent thunder
He now rides freely as a flying dove
Where is he? That's what I wonder.
He is an extension of his motorcycle
In the roads that once had cornfields under
I guess he'll never get tired of this cycle
Shifting the gear and accelerating for him is vital
And the feeling of belonging to something has no rival
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Author:
rschnei (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2017 00:21
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem tries to express how important riding my motorcycle is to me. When I ride it, I feel that I'm part of the road, that somehow I'm connect with something bigger than myself.
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Good write, may your ride last forever.
Thank you very much! I really appreciate it!
WELCOME FRIEND ~ Thanks for a very elegant first poem. We love classical forms adds dignity to the Poem ~ Wonderful structure (TR interlocking rhyming three line verses) and a wonderful subject MOTORBIKES ! Worshiped by Men and (Thank GOD) adored by Girls. Every Macho Man I know wants to own a HARLEY and drive Route 66 with his Bike Chic on the Pillion ~ LOVE ON WHEELS ! A beautiful poem ~ replete with rhyme and rhythm fitting to the subject ! Thanks for sharing ~ love it ! Please check my poems BRIAN (UK)
Hi Brian, you're right! Riding a Harley, specially on Route 66, is living a dream! Thank you for your feedback, I'll check your poems!
Well written and expressed Great write
Thank you, Tony!
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