Best Olympian Poems

Dance of neurons is perceptible not on paper with ink only
All gazed at the sprinting poetry with its look at new sunrise 
In Rio Olympics in hundred meters in just 9.81 seconds
When Usain Bolt muscled out the poem of sprinting with elan
Securing gold and the...

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The goal of Gold, Silver, Bronze medals to win.
The support and sacrifice of family and 
friends and strangers too.

The show of strength when you win,
and defeated look when you lose.

The tears of joy and the show of sadness in
knowing you are the best you can...

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Limerick : Once an intrepid Olympian

Once an intrepid Olympian
Craved for anthem gold on the podium
Games after games came fourth
So sawed his arm in wrath:
Won at Paralympics gold and odium!

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014...

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(Dedication: Congratulations to 
Joseph Schooling, Singapore's first 
Gold Medallist, Rio Olympics 2016)
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Joy in meek voice as triumph speaks loud,
Opt a fine win in swift sure speed;
Set winning poise humble not proud,
Etch hard work seen with gold disc deed;
Prime purpose moves with passion pure,
Heart and mind...

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“The diva is high,” says the news,
“huge splash in the pool and a bruise.”
She scores off the scale.
She’s thin as a whale.
Crowd wades in her blubbering blues.

2/12/2022...

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XV.X.MMVll - Words to the Olympian

I've rode horses all my life.
The metaphor being,
my life's always been an uncomfortable unsmooth ride.
I'd watched my mom her entire life, 
the Olympian,
that beared the torch, 
like her sickness didn't slow her down at all.

She had smiled, 
when the doctor...

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Having, with hope and faith, overcome 
past moonless night-like trials and tribulations,
I meet today's sunshine-ones with Gilead's balm;

Be aware that each living day and night has its race,
and there is no need to jump the gun in disqualification;
for it's not about coming in first place,...

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     Olympic moments now here, then gone
        under a spotlight intense as the sun

     Years of sweat, dedication and training
        geared toward a...

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save those tears for the solitude of night
alone in your cold little widow’s bed
when gates open to memories flowing

still shellshocked by the emptiness
of his love suddenly gone

taking comfort in knowing
how it went down all so perfect
in every detail of every moment

how he slipped into the...

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