Racing Car Poem

Racing Car Poem

The following racing car poem may be shared with all those racing fanatics out there. This poem is meant to be relevant to any age group, and fans of any type of car racing circuit, including Nascar, Indy, Formula 1, etc.

Checkered Flag

The race begins,
as engines roar.
They charge ahead,
like a wild boar.

Immediately they,
vie for position.
Victory and glory,
is their common mission.

Every driver,
maximum speed desires.
Each sharp turn,
burns their tires.

Magnificent machines,
often tease disaster.
Fearless warriors,
strive for nothing but faster.

Their greatest nemesis and savior,
are known simply as brakes.
In order to pass,
they wait for mistakes.

In the end,
only one gets to brag.
The first to kiss,
the checkered flag.


I can’t imagine the constant adrenaline racing professionals must feel as they’re driving their amazing cars. In order for these professionals to be successful they must remain composed and in complete control at all times. I’m sure it takes many years to master the driving skills they possess.

For many of us racing fans, it’s a lot of fun just watching these drivers compete. Since these cars are so close, fans are often on the edge of their seats. Seeing it live is another totally different experience. As a spectator these cars just zoom by you at remarkable speeds.

I hope you enjoyed reading today’s racing car poem, and have fun sharing it with all those racing fanatics in your life.