Best Gymnastic Poems
you are watching
paying attention
is that how it is done
start with a kiss
working your way down
will her screams fill the air
in a dark room
seeing with your hands
can you find the right spot
licking flicking
articulate tongue
will a word be spoken
moaning loudly
fire deep inside
is his hose long enough
bending backwards
gymnastic marvel
will she earn perfect 10
Categories:
gymnastic, desire, fun, sexy,
Form:
Questionku
That child is like a washing machine
when tucked within her bed,
Arms and legs flail everywhere
No chance you’ll find a head.
I expect that's hiding somewhere down
where you’d expect to find the toes
Where a noggin normally rests
Well! No one really knows.
You lay her down to go to sleep
The first move is the “wash”
Linen, gets all pushed around
erratically till its squashed.
Here’s the move I call the rinse
This one’s rather tame.
Motion, and then rotations start
But not quite yet insane.
Ye Gods!!
Here’s the start of the spin cycle.
As bed begins to rumble
Thrashes mirrored by crashes
Artistic gymnastic tumbles.
Blankets, pillows, clothes
All flying through the air
One stuffed toy arcs past the light
Whoa!
Had to duck a teddy bear!
Of course she always sleeps
Through all this absurdity
Each morning I lament the fact
that she was tucked in carelessly.
Categories:
gymnastic, child, funny, humor, sleep,
Form:
Rhyme
I was the moonchild, eclipsing in the night
You were the sunshine that filled earth's
days so bright
Through space, we fly, the years zoom by
Our childhood dreams and fun-filled schemes
Echo by the sea, our voices, you and me
My little flower sister, you blossomed in the sun
Our camping trips, gymnastic flips, oh!
We had so much fun
Little sister Sunshine, my blossom of the sea
I treasure our sweet moments,
you're my precious Chelserie!
To my baby sister, whom I love so much
<3
~ BJ ~
Categories:
gymnastic, appreciation, childhood,
Form:
Rhyme
Dance, dance as child dances before he walks.
Dance in the moon light with stars in sight
Dance to the smiles, in the shadows of love
Dance, dance as child dances before he walks.
Dance is a short cut to happiness and ecstasy
Dance-a folk dance is the only universal language
Dance is a relatively safe form of intoxication.
Dance, dance as child dances before he walks.
Dance, dance as a grown-up takes to classic
Dance with impersonal and graceful arabesques
Is nothing but a sort of gymnastic drills
Dance, dance as a grown-up takes to classic
Dance, dance as a grown-up takes to classic
But if one considers concentrating their minds
Leading the body in the rhythm of desired emotions
That which expressing the feelings of experiences.
Dance, dance as a grown-up takes to classic
Those converting the body into fluidity are
To surrender it to the inspiration of the soul
Dance, dance as a grown-up takes to classic
A performing dancer is endowed with essential gifts
A body beautiful, grace of line, spirit gracious
Joy in the art, ability to please, unswerving
Integrity, relentless ambition for abstract perfection
Not mere translation from life, but it is life itself.
It’s a communication between body and soul
To express what is too deep to find for words
It’s a poem of which each movement is a word.
Dancing is nothing but dreaming with your feet!
Our truest expression is in dance. Bodies never lie.
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Date 1-26-14
Dr. Ram Mehta
Form : Free Verse
Ninth Place Win
Contest: Mood Music by Sheri Freshonke Harper
Categories:
gymnastic, body, dance, emotions, music,
Form:
Free verse
one hundred meters run and swim
gymnastic teeters in the gym
judo boxing race on bikes
rowing coxing running spikes
water polo lifting weights
shooting solo tens and eights
football hockey all ball sports
fast and rocky kayak course
wrestling diving shuttle cock
sailors striving around the clock
dancing horses games with swords
racing courses springing boards
synchronized swimming taekwondo
atheletes winning skill with bow
hurdles cycling and pole vault
chasing spike king usain bolt
national teams state there claims
at britains dream olympic games
Categories:
gymnastic, sports,
Form:
Rhyme
Dance, dance as child dances before he walks.
Dance in the moon light with stars in sight
Dance to the smiles, in the shadows of love
Dance, dance as child dances before he walks.
Dance is a short cut to happiness and ecstasy
Dance-a folk dance is the only universal language
Dance is a relatively safe form of intoxication.
Dance, dance as child dances before he walks.
Dance, dance as a grown-up takes to classic
Dance with impersonal and graceful arabesques
Is nothing but a sort of gymnastic drills
Dance, dance as a grown-up takes to classic
Dance, dance as a grown-up takes to classic
But if one considers concentrating their minds
Leading the body in the rhythm of desired emotions
That which expressing the feelings of experiences.
Dance, dance as a grown-up takes to classic
Those converting the body into fluidity are
To surrender it to the inspiration of the soul
Dance, dance as a grown-up takes to classic
A performing dancer is endowed with essential gifts
A body beautiful, grace of line, spirit gracious
Joy in the art, ability to please, unswerving
Integrity, relentless ambition for abstract perfection
Not mere translation from life, but it is life itself.
It’s a communication between body and soul
To express what is too deep to find for words
It’s a poem of which each movement is a word.
Dancing is nothing but dreaming with your feet!
Our truest expression is in dance. Bodies never lie.
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9-7-2010
Eighth place winner in
Contest : Dance
Categories:
gymnastic, body, child, dance, integrity,
Form:
Free verse
A moth to the heart of the light, flamed
A memory semi-precious, almost alive
A random arced flight of a bullet not aimed
A gymnastic crimson misted dusty dive.
An event striking elsewhere, a country un-named
His memories stop, awards to come; cease,
Mass shock, horror, and politics blamed
Kind words at his funeral, sandwiches and teas.
His very last printed picture has a small hole in it,
Then something red…
Then nothing...
but
useless,
unfocused,
light.
( Based on an event where a photo-journalist that I knew, was killed in a war )
Categories:
gymnastic, absence, bereavement, war,
Form:
Elegy
Base Ball
Give me basically any ball and I love it
Hate to say it is Rugby this side of the
Ocean that divides but we are joined by
the language though we call it ‘Rounders’
Round ball and here it is the oval crick and crack where
talent meets and bats propel with sonar
speed and sweet delight when cheering leaders
sport their curves and acrobatic tantra
For uninitiated and confused spectators
a leather bullet approaches with all its might
some poor guy or gal not allowed to duck
or dive but brace it with just a wooden stick
Projectile forces redirected emphasize the
need to run around in squares of enchantment
with crowds jumping up and down hand to
heart in orchestrated anthems of support
When all the running hitting throwing stops
and all the adverts are digested the better
side has won but everyone should receive
a shiny medal for taking part in unison
Innings and outings have a greater meaning
though once philistines have counted all
their blessings and aggression has abated
it’s just a game and warfare was transcribed
When followers of baseball passion leave the
stadium and paraphernalia crown the streets
good shots and hitmen women of gymnastic pride
agree that ball and basic instincts kept the Peace
Embedded in national culture heritage and thrill
the soft sporty cushion of engagement bereft of
disproportional lateral harm and collateral damage
has shown the world for once a peaceful resolution
11th February 2017
Categories:
gymnastic, sports,
Form:
Free verse
Do you remember that day,
when I found you in my way,
and I asked you to play,
you said no way,
I want to stay ,
because I really need to pray,
so,no body in my way is going to play
every body say that im fantastic,
cause I like gymnastic,
but no body is romantic,
so, no body in my way is going to play
Categories:
gymnastic, childhood, life, loss, body,
Form:
Lyric
awesome gymnastic
jump from tree's branch with free style
monkeys' are masters
Categories:
gymnastic, animal, sports,
Form:
Haiku
From a metre of cellotape one can actually fashion a spear. To fashion is neither fashionable nor cosmopolite it is merely to work an object into a work. And to work is to toil so don't throw the washing in a tall bin. It is wise to tie shoe laces symmetrically for doctrines might become very upset and cry. Which causes tidal waves to throw themselves upon lands. Oh boiling hot pan when will the hour of warmth be given to the ingredients? Forty minutes and twenty-nine seconds. Enough time to race around carrying a silver knife, a goblet of resin, a ball of dough, and fifty fluffy jellied eels with paperprint hats. Wow. Whoosh goes a sluice then. Again and again and again and again. And a mealworm with glowing eyes attends a fancy dress gala dressed as a pair of pruning shears. Fear not an ornate orchid snapping at a breeze. Fear only manicured manifestation of mirrored meows in tight skirts prowling corridors for caper supper. Supposed to be angled. Supposed to be superfluous. But starting is stopping and skirting is to stall. Stallion strength seeping staffing savouries. Haha and watch the new number of prancing prawns playing patio polo. And derive no wisdom from an item with many clauses. Had a shower with 3M radioactive isotopes in a very interestingly decorated tent. Wow. Stacking starting stirring. Xxxxx ornithine ordered orange ones. Xxxxx gardenias going gymnastic xxxxx institutionalised z
Categories:
gymnastic, beautiful,
Form:
I see that I've detected
some words that were neglected
By noted “lexicologist” to Suess
I'm sure some how in time
they'll create more words that rhyme
But for now, I'll put the ones, I found to use
For example, there's "Galactic"
and I hate to sound "Didactic"
But, have YOU tried to rhyme this word before ?
So, l'll find a different Tactic
less ridged more Elastic
That I'm sure everyone, will just adore
I've been writing till I'm Spastic
like a nervous Geriatric
But there's only two words, that will do
I'll seek some Chiropractic
And work on my Gymnastic
In time I'm sure I'll feel as good as new
I don't mean to sound Sarcastic
But what kind of word's Bombastic
It's the craziest word I ever heard
Who made up Pleonastic
And thought himself Scholastic
I'm sure he must of been some loony bird
How can I write with Lactic ?
Or practic, prophylactic
To make a poem filled with poise and grace
If IT'S to be climatic and regarded as fantastic
I've got to do what's Drastic,
I rest my case
Categories:
gymnastic, anxiety, humor, humorous, word
Form:
Rhyme
At 76 I’m walking a shorter path and I’m not sure how I feel
However, I think an additional 100 years of life would be ideal
It would give me time and chances to take a shot at everything;
Run the Boston marathon or on a gymnastic bar do a perfect ten back spring;
Climb Mt. Everest; win a Tony, vote in a woman as President;
Cruise Alaska, win a PCH contest, or think of something remarkable to invent;
Eat Chinese in China, Italian in Italy, try on a vintage Givenchy in France
See William’s coronation as England’s King or converse with a ghost in a séance
Just odds and ends, this ‘n that, a few dreams I didn’t fulfill
Opportunities I missed, ignored, failed at, or had not the will
To pursue or follow through with for one reason or another
(I’ve found it’s harder and lonelier to “do” without my Husband;
He was always and ever will be my beloved Significant Other).
Hard it may be, lonely or not, the will to live is not easy to disregard,
It’s like sitting in a ballroom staring at your beribboned, but empty dance card
When all of a suddenly things start looking up; you have dances to share
With friends, new faces and you're even invited to try a sexy tango on a dare!
There’s so much of life to experience and explore
Passing on with such a lot to see and do would be an absolute bore!
Hanging in there? Yes I am, because I want Life whether rich or poor;
I’d like to graduate college and savor New England in the fall,
I want to discover and boldly walk through open doors
So I can relish all the places I’ve wanted to visit, indeed, gorge on travel galore;
I’d like to see world peace and bring discrimination to an end
Rarest of all, see Democrats and Republicans become productive legislative friends;
I look forward to actual freedom of religion, race and gender
And hope to spend more time with my children in harmonious family splendor
I’ve got family, friends (perhaps the world!) to show how much love I have to give
And although aging may be physically (but hopefully) not mentally restrictive
I’ve no doubt in my mind (age be damned!) the older I get the more I want to live.
Categories:
gymnastic, life, life, life, may,
Form:
Rhyme
A small boy is playing baseball in a Summer afternoon.
Imaging that some day would be a famous baseball player.
The group of girls are training to compete someday in an
Olympiad.
They played sports for hours to achieve their most desired dream.
Tim hits a home run for first time in his short time of being playing
Baseball.
He runs the nine innings to assure success in his sports life.
Determination is one of the most valuable traits of Tim.
A star is shining, promising to be an unforgettable Baseball player
to the Baseball Hall of Fame.
Christie and Marien dream to be famous gymnasts in a far future.
They go to the park every day with Tim to let free their imagination.
Perseverance and discipline will be the factors to fulfill the children dreams.
Time will tell if our protagonists reach their goals in life.
Twenty years has passed in Tim, Christie and Marien lives. They are grown up.
Tim is a famous Baseball player known worldwide. His name appears in the
Baseball Hall of Fame.
Christie and Marien compete in an Olympiad. Won gold medal in a gymnastic competition.
Reach for the stars. Every worth while deserves to be tried at least once.
For Oil Paintings 4 & 5
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Third Place
Nayda Ivette
11-19-2015
Categories:
gymnastic, childhood,
Form:
Free verse
language can be comprehended when u hear it
Words of the consciousness a flash of the human spirit
Visions in the mind that can be caught
A water shed manajerie of thought
Language is the eco system of spiritual possibilities
An epox of gymnastic mental abilities
An old growth forest of the mind
An undergrowth hidden by the canopy of time
The belief is rooted in our own precision
when language is spoken it makes an incision
Some languages can be seen or spoken
Some languages are hidden from the open
Like the language of the spirit hidden beneath the flesh
Tangled thoughts and memories caught in a wired mesh
Language is energy condensed to a slow vibration
It evades comprehension in todays generations
If language is the product of physical action potentials ocurring in the brain
The surely language is essential for putting thoughts in a frame
When the world seems out of pocket and complicated to understand
It is language that seems to stop it and lend a helping hand
Language can soothe the soul and calm the savage beast
It can also be used to control to say the very least
Language is the bridge that connects mind to reality
Language expresses visions that helps to set us free
Without language thoughts are nothing more than a continous wheel of thread
Without expressing languag we might as well be dead
Categories:
gymnastic, absence,
Form:
ABC