all teeth and eyes / the road-man wears diesel and grease / he wears leather and jeans / h . Published at the web's largest poetry site.

The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding— Riding—riding— The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door. He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord’s daughter,…

all teeth and eyes the road-man wears diesel and grease he wears leather and jeans his is the hard life but he lives it like no other the road-man is a mouthful of bullets and bones and his eyes are dust and gravel his motorbike's engine growls like a living thing its pipes shine in the unforgiving sun it runs the road like lightening the road ...

2017年7月10日 · Below are ten of the greatest poems about roads in all of English literature, each of which does something rather different with the road or track it presents to us. 1. John Clare, ‘ On a Lane in Spring ’. The pilewort glitters ’neath the pale blue sky …

In this article, we will delve into some famous poems that celebrate and contemplate the significance of roads. 1. "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost. Undoubtedly one of the most famous poems about roads, Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken" presents readers with a profound reflection on the choices we make in life.

Road Poems - Popular examples of all types of road poetry to share and read. View a list of new poems for ROAD by modern poets.

2011年5月13日 · Read, review and discuss the The Road to Old Man's Town poem by Andrew Barton Paterson on Poetry.com

Poems about the road invite us to embark on a metaphorical journey filled with exploration, self-reflection, and personal growth. Whether celebrating the allure of the open road, contemplating life's choices, or symbolizing transformation, poets have skillfully captured the essence and significance of the road in their verses.

Famous Short Roadman Poems. Short Roadman Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Roadman short poems

The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding— Riding—riding— The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door. He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin, A coat of …