Best Pushups Poems
This is the tale of Sandy the snail...
Who always wore her hair in a ponytail...
She was different from others and I’m sure you’ll agree...
As her colors were bright neon fluorescent green you see...
She wasn’t content just moving slow...
She wanted to run like a Marathon Pro...
Up early each morning...
When the Sun arose...
She did pushups, pull ups and touched her toes...
Alas... it was then she realized this was futile...
As everyone knows...
If she had feet, she would be more mobile...
Categories:
pushups, encouraging, faith, hair, journey,
Form:
Prose Poetry
One hundred pushups every morning,
followed by breaking my fast with some healthy nutrition.
My outdoor activities involve miles of walking.
My indoor activities are pretty much the same thing,
however, the average observer would probably see me as nervously pacing,
but I'm not, I'm just getting my walking exercise in.
I daily practice transcendental meditation,
and when I sleep, I practice lucid dreaming.
I am either working on a poem or some invention.
Rarely do I have idle time on my hands,
and as a result, my creative process continues to expand,
whether I'm at home or on a wilderness trail endlessly hiking,
taking advantage of that time to do some external thinking.
I feel just as vibrant as I've ever been.
So happy birthday to me.
Today I reached the age of seventy,
and I'm still giving many much younger than I, a run for their money.
Categories:
pushups, birthday, self,
Form:
Rhyme
nineteen-eighty-three
summer boot camp Orlando
pushups made wet decks
Categories:
pushups, military,
Form:
Haiku
Feisty as a tiger
Command of a lioness
With the cheshire cat's smile
She’s a brown eyed queen of hearts
Heir to the throne
Always balancing between decisions
She has a dark brown mane
Wonderfully wild with
A serious swagger in her step.
Told me ghosts
Can work bluetooth.
Nails bitten to the quick,
She has a birthmark
Stage right
And sits on every chair like it is
The directors.
She came upon a fork in the road,
And made her own path
Introduced me to Charlie,
Sam and
Patrick.
We are infinite in
The falling rain outside a mall.
And chickens can float.
Chocolate makes everything better
Except dominos.
Cause that's how i topple
Chain reactions
Pain reactions
But she's always there to set me back up
Again.
Her sympathy makes you weep
Her disappointment makes you cry
And her regrets?
She has none.
She's a brand new hipster
And her mirrored sunglasses
Show a reflection of her soul.
Her courage and confidence
Is built on spite
And her mood changes
As quickly as the tide
She keeps an odd combination of
Safety pins and bubbles
In her leather jacket.
She's a hopeless romantic in combat boots,
With a weakness for pushups
And laughter that makes the sun rise.
Categories:
pushups, beautiful, best friend,
Form:
Free verse
You’re dying but you’re smiling.
And I’m smiling too because you know
That dying isn’t an excuse to stop living.
Friday night I had an essay to write
But you finally got fed up with laying in a hospital bed
You challenged me to a pushup contest
We got down on the ground, arms in, back straight
One, two, three, at thirty six the nurse walked in
Almost dropped what she was carrying
“You should be in that bed” she said
I looked her in the eye and told her
“The day he gives up and lays in bed is the day he stops living”
At fifty nine the doctor came in
“Son you shouldn’t be able to breathe much less do pushups”
You told him “I’ve already done sixty. You’re welcome to stay and watch”
At eighty one there was quite the crowd.
Nurses and interns watching us instead of their patients.
The doctor said to them “one of these two kids is dying
“But neither one will stop living.”
And that is why I visit you every day.
Every day I walk past sixty three rows of stones and flowers
Turn left, and walk down one, two, all the way to number thirty three on the end
I sit down next to your cold stone nametag and flowers people left you
I look up to the sky, sometimes lips trembling, sometimes eyes watering
And I say to you
Never stop living
Categories:
pushups, death of a friend,
Form:
Free verse
Weeds
pesky, noxious
reach, creep, agitate
dandelions, plantain, tulips, daffodils
assemble, restore, thrive
sterling, arresting
Buds
Diamante composed: May 5, 2021
Contest: Spring or Summer Diamante
Sponsor: Caron Krutsinger
Categories:
pushups, flower, garden, growth, inspiration,
Form:
Diamante
Pushups until I can't feel anymore
I lose count and let the tears hit the floor
Pain and crying, the only two ways I feel alive
I've learned to strive and not just get by
I'm thankful that I've learned to cope
Instead of hiding, dying on the inside
Slitting your wrists just leaves scars
Reminding you of how hurt you are
And late nights will only kill you slowly
Drink after drink at the bar
These days I don't run from my problems
These days I don't try to forget
I let my body ache
I run and run until I see daybreak
Lace up my shoes
And hit the pavement
Knowing I don't have to run from my guilt
Because I have God's forgiveness
I push my body til it gives
At least it's a healthy way to live
It's been years since I quit smoking, drinking, doing drugs
And yeah I sometimes still feel numb
So I get down on my knees and pray
Then do pushups until the pain fades
Now I do repetitions..
Instead of repeating my mistakes
Categories:
pushups, deep, devotion, freedom, health,
Form:
Free verse
Life has thrown dirt on me, and I grew a wild flower.
A demon's knife cuts into my spirituality, and I watch my soul be devoured.
Open Bibles lay on my night stands, I keep crosses hanging over each bed.
In my mind I'm wondering wastelands, and I feel like the walking dead!
The emotional scars can't seem to heal, and I search frantically for a way out.
I know Satan is looking for a soul to steal, and so he challenges me to a 12 round bout!
He throws all my weaknesses at me; not one or two, but all at one time.
I indulge in adultery, pick up a gun, inhale some cocaine residue, and set out to commit a
crime!
His evil punches right through me, gripping my heart, and twisting it from side to side.
An upheaval crashes into my reality, tearing my world apart, pushing me closer to suicide!
He keeps a band of demons in my head, and they're doing pushups and jumping jacks in my
mind.
Tear stained cheeks from tears I've shed, and his attacks have left me mentally blind.
Out of the blue, I have a sudden desire to fight back.
I wipe away the cocaine residue, for in my chest the fire feels like a shot of cognac!
I pull my fiery sword from my spiritual backpack, and get in my battle stance.
Like bombs over Iraq, me and the devil begin to violently dance.
It is a dance of death, and I am determined to survive!
I refuse to let this entity take my last breath, and so my will kicks in to overdrive!
The blows from this devil staggers me, and I feel uneasy on my feet.
My sword begins to glow with a hot fury, and I can feel my hammering heartbeat.
I begin to shake with rage, and gripping my sword I go berserk.
This devil had all the powers of a battle mage, but I let my blade do the work!
Spiritually, mentally, I slice and dice this demonic foe.
I will not be this entities sacrifice, for I'm the last heir of Edgar Allen Poe.
I'm gaining spiritual momentum, but I refuse to stop.
As I destroy this devils evil system, I continue to conquer life's mountain top!
Suddenly this evil is banished in a puff of black smoke, never to be seen again.
I remove my blood soaked black cloak, and I feel as if I'm finally purged of my sin.
I now thirst for a new beginning, and the taste of life is sweet and sour.
A former loser, now focused on winning, and no longer am I a wilted wild flower!!
Categories:
pushups, fantasy, imagination, life, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
Daniel
is 22 years
old. He has
been trying to
get into the Army
National Guard.
Pushups and laps
around the parks
and neighborhoods.
Daniel ate salads and
grilled chicken. Daniel
was in Fort Sill for basic
training! He completed
AIT classes in Fort Gordon.
He is anxious to fight for
our country. I pray to my
Lord for Daniel. He has
a good heart and God
is leading him. Thank
you, Lord for Daniel
and his willingness
to protect our country.
Please keep him
safe and have
a peaceful
mind. I
love
you Lord!
In Jesus
Name!
Amen
Categories:
pushups, hope, inspirational, love, peace,
Form:
Shape
I got the S on my chest
Cause I am the best
You wanna come and see
Then follow me, not the rest
I will show you how to rock
Then show you how to roll
I will show you how to get lean & fit
That’s for sho’!
Cause I’m strong, I’m lean
I’m healthy and fit
My hott Beachbody is too legit to quit
I like to do TurboFire, P90X too
Cause Chalene and Tony don’t play me like no fool
Now I’m jumpin and punchin like never before
Then Shaun T’s got me doin pushups on the floor
Now I’m lookin fine
And I’m feelin great
Yes, doin Beachbody has made me lose weight!
And drinkin Shakeology
From day to day
Gives me lots of energy so I can run and play
So don’t mess with me
And my Beachbody crew
Cause we’ll whip you into shape
And you’ll see a new you
Now don’t be scared
Have no fear
We are here to help you
Within the next year
So soon you will see
That YOU are the best
Yes!
Soon you will see
You got the S on YOUR chest!
Peace!
Categories:
pushups, funnyme, me,
Form:
The Titles in your mind but the words don't process through your pen as if you just went internally blind.
With a ballpoint sword in your hand ready to carve legible hieroglyphics on to a sheet of paper you've engraved the name of your work yet you can't even write the first word.
You try to clear your mind and gather your thoughts but all hear echoing in your mind is, tick tock scribble scrabble cockadoodle doo, why is this little lizard doing pushups in front of me challenging me to a dual ?
Even as I gaze to the keys on this phone ah look an emoji in the shape of a globe damn it I'm still mentally preoccupied, Sighs to hell with it maybe tomorrow I'll write poetic gold. ©™
By: Shawn Muñoz
Categories:
pushups, anxiety, poems, poetry, poets,
Form:
ABC
I was once alive,
Within this plane of existence.
Displaying my mighty fighting skills
Flowing like water, I hit as hard as a rock.
How their radiant eyes gleamed,
Watching me, observing me.
Viewing my furious battles between thee,
I sink low to dodge my opponents.
Buzzing in fighting stance as a bumblebee.
And I bring one down in a death-defying grip,
I aim towards the heart, with a loud warrior scream
“You must be like water,” I tell them.
Adaptable to change was I
Remember the movie Fist of Fury?
Moving with grace I do not leave a trace
Coming from all angles,
Never was I once defeated.
I jump and kick with such magnitude
A look of serenity remains on my face,
I land like a cat, waiting to attack
I sprawl down on the ground and complete two finger pushups
Forcefully yet calmly, showing the world what I can do.
I embrace my strength and you should too.
I stand up against all odds
I live on
Fight your own inner battles
I live on
You use your sharp jabs and spinning kicks
I live on in an unseen world.
Categories:
pushups, celebrity, courage, death, film,
Form:
Free verse
Off-season training
running, lifting weights
Grueling workouts
we loved to hate
Pre-season practices
10 pushups per lay-up missed
Wind sprints brought on the blisters
Complain? ~ from the team dismissed
Then came the league games
the chances for glory
No post-season without a winning record
lose too many, 'twas the end of the story
A question nobody asked back then, 'Did you enjoy it?'
Looking back, I'm glad I played, but ~ 'not even a whit!'
Categories:
pushups, basketball, high school, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
ENGAGES THEROGENICS
50 SITUPS
100 PUSHUPS
35 SQUATS
50 DUMDBELL CURLS
50 BENCH PRESS
WORK THE NECK
SHOULDER WORK
WALK AND RUN THE TRACK
GASTRONOMTRY
2 CABBAGE DEIT
AND THE
PROTEIN MEAL DEIT
3 DAYS OF FRUITS
AND VEGATABLES
Categories:
pushups, baseball, basketball, clothes, dance,
Form:
Ballad
if i do this same routine will i eventually get it right
change or justify my thinking
rationalsie away the blues
put away cynical abuses never was worth it
substitute the perfect circle of my own familiar patterns
of what i learned i can do
take a list of my skills
do what i am capable of
make a routine that serves me
eventually push the envelope and learn from different routines
familiar mistakes
Old mans winter soul
lost in the mail
someone wishing their way to go an a hot date
baby you wanna dance with me
promise you wont kiss and tell
never mind your no saint
you cant do it for me
ill do it for myself
myself
coldest dreams
silver shining
delightful canldle dreams finding fancy strings
soo deep
where do wee go now
crash and burn from the back seat
crash and burn
startt with what you know
keep it simple
go with the flow
easy does it
step by step
familiar successe along the road to treasures
of old man winter's soul
theres this one thing
the lost thing
the runaway train of lady luck got away
nobodys listening anyway
inbetween the confusion the ghost lingers to say
the hungery eyes of the wolf
is my love on a valentiners day
shameful waste of time
to ennable yourself today
and be someone else
and rise to a bigger challenge again
circles
walking in circles
of shadowboxing
dance routines of pushups
jumping jack flash back hit that
dance fore your life
yopu get yours ill get mine
a stamp to send it along the way
no energy to call it along the way
no place to go anyway
its all my fault for being born this way
im the one no one wantyed anyway
good rthing they sold me
to a better place
hope its cold when i get there
hell frozedn over
why they soo happy to see me
im old man winter
miserable
miserable old man winter
lost in the mail
miserable miserable old man winter
lost in the mail
Categories:
pushups, artold, old,
Form: