Freedom On Wheels
When I crank it, it roars.
When I bank it, it flies.
When I ride it, its freedom.
Its the open air and the sky.
Its polished armor doesn't hide,
the quality of the motors growl.
The layered paint adorns its sides,
With a certain dramatic style.
The miles fly on the highway run.
Its headlight screaming out "Its fun!"
The broken line brings a smile,
In silent memory of each mile.
I crank-it, bank-it, and tank-it.
I open its throttle just a bit.
The seat drops and dirt is spit.
It SCREAMS out at the joy of it.
I'm flying now, out highway bound.
A grimace that's both a smile and frown.
Mistaken by some but really reflects,
The heartfelt joy of just riding it.
Sure its dangerous and completely mad!
Hitting over a hundred with curves ahead.
Yes its probably going to be,
The sudden end of all of me.
Just what could this description be!
A descriptive hell on wheels, you'll see.
Com-on then and ride with me....
Lets go to HELL, on my Harley!
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If you don't ride it. If you don't live it. If you don't understand it. It only means your scared of it.... and that makes no sense at all!
| Delicate Lily on Aug 05, 2004, 9:24 |
Grab life by the balls, NOT the razor 2297 critiques, 139 poems.
.........Bugs in my teeth and wind in my hair, flyin down the road without a care!!! WOW!!! Let's GO!!!! MLP...S
|Nocturnal Pleasure on Aug 05, 2004, 11:04 |
It SEEMED like a good idea at the time... 198 critiques, 1 poems.
Wow! This is great! You've acheived the impossible, by making it rhyme, while fitting into a nice-flowing rhythm, so well done for that. Although the rhyming pattern changes a lot, it seems to work quite well on this, because it's about being free, and exploring, and moving, and getting a change of scenery, etc. I think it is, anyway. This is really cool, and the rhythm is so fast-paced, which helps to create the right mood and atmosphere - in fact, I felt like I was moving when I read it. It's really powerful, and really well written - and I liked your comment at the end too - very inspirational, and very true. Great poem!
| genielassie on Aug 05, 2004, 1:06 p.m. |
What is the weight of a solitary word? 5403 critiques, 182 poems.
I love the poem! I love motorcycles too (thus my oldest son being named Harley ) I remember the first time on one...lol...I didn't do very well at al! I went too fast, lost control, hit a tree and flew!...lol... I was ok, my pride was more damaged than me... it sure knocked the wind out of me though A great write, very well writtenn, great rhyme scheme and the meter lends a nice flow. Best wishes as always...~genielassie~
| Touchof1der on Aug 05, 2004, 9:03 p.m. |
Seduce my mind and you can have my body 16138 critiques, 258 poems.
I think you described the ride perfectly. It's a great feeling, isn't it? This is a great poem. Enjoy your ride!
| artis on Aug 05, 2004, 10:48 p.m. |
Art is and will be eternally revealing: 7722 critiques, 1275 poems.
head to the wind hurling happily on a harley across the concrete ribbon of our fair nations hair, kissing ner asphalt smile with the long stretch of rubber burning, and there is nothing as free as a man on a machine that riegns supreme...good stuff...Artis
|Lysa on Aug 06, 2004, 7:23 |
~Find your place in the lights of Illusions~ 614 critiques, 2 poems.
Awesome Awesome!!! Riding on the wings of freedom. Isn't it funny though...we ride...we adventure...and we lay down at night...or some of us do lol....and think .... God i coulda been killed...that really was scary...only to get back up the next day and do it all over again....You penned this nicely.
|Fantine on Aug 06, 2004, 7:53 |
On this page............I write my last confession 591 critiques, 31 poems.
Sounds like you're having a blast!!!! I just loved the immagery in here! Such utter freedom to be out there riding!!! Ahhhh I loved it!
|Fool no1 on Aug 06, 2004, 12:42 |
If Tomorrow Never Comes 1313 critiques, 154 poems.
Cool!.couldn't a picked a better bike to write about. Yep! says it all! Excellent write
|naturalthing on Aug 12, 2004, 11:51 |
no words describe a mothers tears! 114 critiques, 6 poems.
Verdict: i loved it
i've always wanted to ride a harley (the best bike ever) this is a really good poem .
|Redneck Cowgirl on Aug 20, 2004, 11:06 |
Conquer the world before it conquers you. 81 critiques, 3 poems.
My dad feels the same way about his Harley.