Best Lose Weight Poems


Premium Member Working Out Isn't Working Out

I used to like barbells, enjoyed pumping iron,
   my Nautilus* gym was one happy environ.
Those posters of 6-packs and marbled biceps
   inspired me to start counting carbs, pounds, and reps.

My trainer would coax, "hold as long as you can!"
   Doing deadlifts I felt like a WAS a dead man
The kettlebell, medicine ball - hated those,
   since dropping 'em both on my poor little toes.

My dad-bod and willpower soon parted ways,
   after only 1 set, I was shell-shocked for days
My back hurt, my knees ached, I'd injured my hips,
   after grimacing nonstop, I'd sprained both my lips.


Oy! The sharp pain that shoots
through my quads, delts and glutes...
Now my game plan is shifting
no more power lifting.
To planks, it's "no thanks", 
I'm expunging all lunging.
I feel stabs in my abs, 
there's a hex on my pecs
and my lats shriek like bats.
When I tweak my oblique
I am sore to the core...
and I want it no more.


The rowing machine is no longer my scene
   I loathe those squats lots and I hate crunches bunches.
Do sit-ups or push-ups? Do jump-ups or chin-ups?
   I'm more inclined now to do lots of "I-give-ups".

My doc tried convincing me I'd be less tired?
   I'm questioning how that poor man's brain is wired!
I felt half exhausted just WATCHING staff clean
   the ellipticals, treadmills, and stair-climb machine.

Then... I found when I stood on the locker room scale 
   That my plan to lose weight was a sad epic fail!
I'm done! I have finished my very last burpee -
   I just want a hot dog and super-size Slurpee.
What happened to wanting to feel fit and well?
   When it came to workouts, I was just a dumbbell.

I've resolved now to walk more, or swim a few laps 
   maybe jog, ride my bike, play some tennis, take naps.
That's right, getting plenty of rest seems so plain,  
   it appears the most challenging muscle to train ...
   is the brain.

* Nautilus is a brand of gym equipment 

written 2 Oct 2022
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Footles X Fifteen

Trees clear.
Falls here. 

Docs pills
Cure ills.

Dim glow 
Wick low. 

Turn key
Lock free. 

Mist cloud 
Grey shroud. 

Big weir 
Stay clear. 

Wasp sting
Red ring. 

Sad clown 
Big frown. 

UHU 
Strong glue. 

Grape vine's 
Makes wines. 

Weddings
Gold rings. 

Slow dance 
Romance. 

Long kiss 
Pure bliss. 

Small plate
Lose weight. 

Fire drills
Test skills.


Written 2nd September 2020.

Premium Member Diet Footles

Sweet tooth
In youth

On scales
She WAILS!

Hot date
Lose weight

Diet?
Try it

Big eyes
Large thighs

Fat tum
Huge bum

Gobbles…
Wobbles

In mood
For food

Crunchies
Munchies

Wants choc -
Whole block!

Adore
Fridge door

Keeps shut
With butt

Risk it ...
Biscuit

Crispbread?
Drop dead!

Think thin
As pin

Eats less ...
New dress

Now slim
And trim

Look great
For date


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Sugar Sick

A life time of eating junk food now my body is sick once I eat a piece of candy my body reacts never knew that it could go to my nerves and my bones start to ache, I get headaches n dizzy spells,even tho I have to watch what I eat sugar is silent and sometimes it creeps,up and down it goes every day I never know but I can just feel the sugar With drawls,sleeping every chance I get,meds making me lose weight little portions on my plate,sweating sugar out my pores, I'm so sick I can't take it anymore.

Premium Member Looking My Age

When I look in the mirror, I see my pretty face,
with spots and wrinkles I have not tried to erase.
Fine lines, creases and years of smile lines too,
I am getting older, not youthful, time can be cruel.

My lips are normal shaped and not plumped like balloons,
or resemble floating devices that could float to the moon.
My eyes still sparkle but are showing some slight age,
With the lids a little droopier in my current life stage.

My body still has some muscle but not as toned,
my weight is a constant struggle that I must atone.
I refuse to take drugs to lose weight as a quick fix,
and jeopardize my body with a dangerous chemical mix.

My hair has some greys that are blended with color dye,
I no longer need to make it all invisible to the naked eye.
I wear my age with much confidence, beauty and pride,
and choose not to have plastic surgery as society abides.

Premium Member Skeleton Thin

Well tickle me bum and call me Lucy
Got really great news, pay attention, it's juicy
Seems to lose weight
All you need do is wait
Eventually you'll be skeleton thin, quite spooky


Premium Member What's Afoot

A session with my chiropodist
Is an occasion not to be missed.
We speak of recipes and cruise ships
And other folks' relationships
And pension plans and how to lose weight
And allergies and things we hate
And Christmas plans and hip replacements,
And politics and financial statements,
And things from childhood we remember,
Like scaredy cats on the fifth of November
And what it takes a woman to please
And whether "feet" run in families.
We talk of restaurants we have found
And matters equally profound.
Is vegetarian or vegan best
And how to handle a telephone pest ?
Am I a Remainer or for Brexit
And what to do to try and correct it ?
And what do we make of Donald Trump,
A breath of fresh air or just a chump ?
The whole world sorted in half an hour
If Debbie and I were given the power.
And when we've covered our highs and lows
We'll even talk about my toes!
© Peter Rees  Create an image from this poem.

Heavy Going

RoseAnn Malone resolved to lose weight.
She made a list of foods to forsake.
She did well 'till week four
eating more than before.
Airlines had to bill her at the freight rate.

Not Too Short Not Too Sweet

Waking up too soon, too late. 
Maybe by six, maybe by eight.
Like life there is an ebb and flow.
But six, you need some good ol' joe.

A quarter after, on my way.
Up off my ass to greet the day.
You see in today's modern realm.
Our laptop is our new age helm.

So here I sit with my fitbit.
Inspired to move, after I .... .
Get up and prance on my Gazelle.
To ring that 10,000 step bell.

The Doc says I have to lose weight.
So better at six, too late at eight.
And sweets, I have to cut down on.
Forgive me, if I wear a frown.

Butt, :) I want to look my very best.
I know, that I go on in jest.
Butt, :) we all know that it's no joke.
That's why I no longer drink Coke. Eh, sometimes. :)

Note: I apologize for the crass language, butt, :) sometimes you just have to go with the rhyme. :/ :) <3 I await Poetrysoup's response. lol

P.S. *** rhymes with gas. That was Poetrysoup, not me. :) Told ya'. :) lol

Chronicles of My Pain

Chronicles of my pain

Family, a support structure that holds people together they say
Well to me family is the root of my depression
Family is the reason why I cry myself to sleep
The reason why I lose weight daily

I'm regarded as the forsaken child just because I don't have anything to prove I have a dream
Regarded as the forsaken child because I have achieved nothing at my age
Sadly my heart is weak
My mind is polluted with thoughts of suicide

Chronicles of my depression
I'm the no body in the family
Yet I fight so hard to make things happen
No one supports what I live for
Therefore I am disregarded as a son

At times wishing my father was alive
Hoping he would understand me better
Or should I just follow him too
Maybe we would be happy together

I'm broken and shattered
Out of hope just left with sadness
I guess that I am destined for sorrows
Maybe everyone would be glad
If I won't wake up tomorrow

My heart is bruised and wounded
Tell me what peace looks like
Give me a dose of happiness
But anyway it's just too late

By Walter Mafokate

Premium Member Sweetheart Recovering

  HELLO POETS .. RON HERE FOR SWEETHEARTTHANK YOU ALL FOR PRAYERS AND CONCERN FOR LINDA-MARIE.
SHE IS RECOVERING BUT STILL HOSPITLIZED ANOTHER WEEK.

MY WIFE IS SEVERLY DEHYDRATED CAUSING HER BLOOD PRESSURE TO DROP
TO DANGEROUS LEVELS FOR SURVIVAL.

SHE IS ON AN I.V. FOR FLUIDS AND MONITORED CLOSELY.

SHE WANTED ME TO BE SURE TO THANK YOU FOR THE PRAYERS POETS.
THE ENTIRE FAMILY BELIEVES IN PRAYER POWER AND WE SEE RESULTS.

MY WIFE IS COMPOSING A SPECIAL POEM FROM HER BED TO SEND TO 
THE VICTIMS OF SANDY HOOK SCHOOL TRAGEDY .

WHEN SHE IS ABLE TO RETURN TO PS SHE WILL POST AND SHARE WITH YOU.

WE ALL APPRECIATE THE LOVE AND SUPPORT. SHE MISSES EVERYONE OF YOU.

IT WILL BE A LONG TIME TO RECOVER AND BUILD UP HER NUTRITION.

HER ADVICE FOR ALL WHO MADE A RESOLUTION TO LOSE WEIGHT
TO BE HEALTHY FOR NEW YEAR.......

BE CAREFUL AND NOT TOO RIGID.  SHE DROPPED TO 90 POUNDS
WITH DIET AND CALORIES AND IT GOT HER IN A LIFE THREATENING SITUATION.

WE aRE SO FORTUNATE WE DID NOT LOSE HER AS IT COULD HAVE GONE EITHER WAY.

GOD BLESS ALL FROM US SO THANKFUL

RON

Premium Member Survival Strategy

Each day he felt the distance growing,
separating him from where and who
they thought he should want to be.
Though he was adrift in the currents
of prevailing winds, he felt the pull
of strong undertows -- and he didn't know
to which he should acquiesce
or against which he should struggle.
He neither acquiesced nor struggled.
"Didn't he think he should shave, shower 
regularly, get a hair cut, lose weight, 
shine his shoes, change  clothes, 
and show up early?
Shouldn't he set an example?"
He wanted to imagine a "but" 
to refute apparent logic, 
could do no better than to scribble 
description which drifted across 
the pad, influenced by other 
undertows. He tried to last, having 
once believed in the universal 
flux, but could no longer. Finally, 
he avoided mirrors and others' 
eyes, kept to the rooms' darker 
corners, and no longer engaged 
in conversation -- not even with himself.

The Endless Humor of My Attempts To Lose Weight

Changing my diet
is such a riot.

Taste of Gold

Can take all those kicks
Bear swell on my feet
Can do to lose weight
I’ll win in a game!

Roll on the mats
Endure the pain
Sweat around me
Keeps me fighting

In the end
All hard works
are paid off…

I love
Taste of

Gold!

NOTE: I'll never forget that day when my little kids in school won in Taekwondo. I'm so much blessed to have them :)

Premium Member Sounded Good At the Time

In the New Year I resolved to lose weight 
I thought I'd start by using a small plate
But with a big sigh
I piled it up high
Dang, once more the idea not so great...


For the New Years Resolution contest.

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