My car is like a royal carriage

My mother drives me round and round

The sisters fight like it's their right

To sit in the front seat all the time

We drift through neighborhoods 

Our royal carriage keeping pace

Our backup cam is a watchful knight

No trumpet sounds, or red carpets

Just leather “thrones” and a steering wheel

Our silver chariot is really great

She holds her peace through kicks and screams

It really is the car of dreams.

A small blue car

The heat in the back

Keeps you frozen in the Winter

Like a cold ice cube 

Fresh out of the freezer

To put in your drink

A cup of seltzer

And watch it bubble

To the glass rim

Gliding through the street, I barely feel

No gas to leak, it relies on power

Mr. Tesla, I can talk about you for more than an hour. 

You provide me a quiet ride, 

As if I can sleep when you guide me. 

If it crashes, oh I will blame the tech.

That means the company needs a re-check..

And a huge white snowball 

Gets cold to easy

It has to be summer for it to melt away the coldness

Jewish music playing

And a family singing along

While also keeping warm

Sleek, serious, and a bit sad

Aesthetically, my moms car and my pencil 

They are twinning

Both are stuck is shades of “meh”

Not black, not silver, but in between

They are both on the edge of snapping

Led snaps when it is most needed

Car owners crashing out

After a car wash

A bird comes and lets it all out

Is a chunky silver car

A disaster on the interior

But a sleek body on the outside

Like a shooting bullet

Flashing across the street, shots ringing

Old music and idle chatter

Streaking through the atmosphere

And lurching at its final destination 

Water bottles and cups fill the car 

Luckily it doesn't smell like dirty man 

Leaves and dirt stick to the floor 

Overflowing with crumpled papers and starbucks cups

And collecting them like the trash would do

My family and I

Raccoons, scavenging

Trying to find but one item amid the heaps of trash

The car go up into the sky
We laugh so much, we almost fly
The wind is loud, but we don’t care
It’s fun to go just anywhere.

Speeding down the street with tons

Of kids inside it.

Sits outside in the hot sun

Drives us where we need

A phantom ship in silent flight.

No engine growl, no gasoline,

Just lightning veins and glossy sheen.

It hums like a thought, it moves like air,

A future dream with leather flare.

Not just a car its time rewound,

A spaceship anchored to the ground.

A car for the family of five

The nice seats lean back

goes so far one could go to sleep

like a bed for one

Driving one can feel the engine

when going fast or slow

stopping, gliding or ramming on the brakes

just like the win it speeds up or slows down

it can also just stop right away without warning

with kids always screaming

when I get to drive my car

I think that I am dreaming

food gets dropped on the floor

and makes a bad smell

my mom tries to clean it

but the effort is futile

Not super big, only fits five

Like a cozy snuggle in the winter

In summer cool like the indoors

Our CR-V is a moving igloo

It's the best chill to drive with the boys 

When the windows are down and the music is loud

Everyone is happy, Just like Camp 

Laughing and having fun

The off road mode, is like running through the mud at camp

Zooming down the streets

It is just a vibe

For my door to freedom

For the door of the car

Transportation and so much more

What more could the car have in store

My car is like the American flag

opportunity galore is what is in store.

White like the stripes on the flag, blue interior lights.

I think Subaru is trying to hint to what can be.

A door from reality into freedom, is the door leading inside the car.

roaring down the highway like a monster.

It eats up flies,

making a mess on its windshield.

As it rushes it bounces up and down, 

it shakes the world with its violent bounds.

driveing on the rowd like a ship on the see.

you can feel the cold wind of the see,

see other bouts passing by,

and chill with everybody.

you can foll asleep on the back seet,

or drive for huors during a dark night.

the car is like a houme-

until you get to your destenation.

The screen on the dash board is like the cure,

To the disability of having to use your phone,

With its ability to hone,

In letting you call people in the car just from a button from the wheel,

The memories made in the car my family can feel,

A long drive to Chicago with the family,

made memories for the family completely.

Restless

Speeding down the road eating up the miles

darting in between the gaps

Rage burning in the soul

shouting at others

unheard

The touch screen almost phone like dash board is magic

From home to school, school to home, short trip or long drive, this car can do it all.

Smells like family time and the cool seats feel relaxing on a warm spring day in Memphis.

It's wheels are wings that kiss the street,
Gliding like dancers on burning feet.
The engine hums a lullaby loud—
A storm in steel, both fierce and proud.

Driving down the streets.

I always keep checking

so someone doesnt take it

I love the car

I would die for it

Gliding swiftly, roadways long.

Black as shadow, gleam so fine,

A Honda CR-V, 2019,

Long rides feel so short with heated seats

Rolling down the window to feel the nice breeze

With my legs resting up on the dash

Drives so nice, I hope it won't crash!