Jog Poems - Poems about Jog

...Still wrestling with impasse to contentment Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog just me and mine dark shadow slinking along outer limits of the edge of night doth blog passivity, the p......Read the rest...

...We arrive suddenly into the light, Needy and crying for what's in store. Then soon enough we begin to crawl, Only to stand before so much more. Our bodies and brain will grow together, ......Read the rest...

...Written By: D. Collins 3/27/24 Watching the dark sky turn from night to day. The sun that soon follows warms us with its rays. <>...Read the rest...

...I spring alone with forgotten memories and shattered letters, I waltz through every landscape, I leap unendingly, sprinkling imprints of my fondness as rippled dunes and filtered secrets. I am passio......Read the rest...

...Resolved was I to exercise, To utmost try to slenderize. From flabby bod I'd poundage peel To Grecian god beneath reveal. But soon my straining torso frail Becomes complaining, moaning male......Read the rest...

..."We remember their love when they can no longer remember." Anonymous Oh mum do you recall my first pet? Blackie the cat, she used to scratch my legs Let’s look ......Read the rest...

... INTERCEPTION Shadows waning distorted fading Teasing tempting, a psychotic hack Scheming concealing cerebral deceiving Sun retreating behind shades of blac......Read the rest...

... For breakfast she starts out modestly: a cup of tea, no milk, but sugar plenty. By nine o’clock her stomach’s growling, and Edna’s in the kitchen prowling. There must be something she can c......Read the rest...

...The best day in New York is when The Marathon takes place, For people from all walks of life Come out to see the race. If the weather gods cooperate And it is crisp and clear, Then the multit......Read the rest...

...It was 29° (f) degrees this morning with a waning gibbous (¾) moon. Still, as we started our run, it was dark enough that the world was rendered in black and white. Lisa was a sepia print of herself ......Read the rest...

...Dark and ordinary mornings start, with haptic taps from my Apple watch, and a yawning stretch, way before dawn. I glance out my window, to check, the weather because that’s the spec, that deci......Read the rest...

...This poem is just to see if I can jog your memory. It might be rock it might be funk it might be soul Or it could be punk. Are you ready so let's go how many songs will you Know You might ......Read the rest...

...I sit … unusually still car parked in the driveway engine off home again, jiggity-jog but I don’t reach for a handle I soak a moment in silent twilight, breathing old leaves and a hint of ......Read the rest...

...Lying down on a bed. Is horrifying. Thoughts, become dreams, but I’m awake! I’m awake! It’s not a dream! It’s not a dream! I’m sobbing, and you can cry in a dream, but sobbing is not possibl......Read the rest...

...When Mother and I cooked in her kitchen, we often referred to Granny’s recipe cards. Frequently, though, the cards just listed the ingredients without exact quantities; and all too often the recipe’s......Read the rest...