Best Run Across Poems
Wind drinkers flow with strength and grace.
Thunder pounds from their hooves.
Run wild Mustang, Run.
As one they "run" across parched earth,
born free and "wild" from the time of birth.
Their manes flow "as" water, in the wind.
Hooves dig in, "the" desert floor, they rend.
Full moon at "midnight" leads their way,
while in the night "sky" their ancestors play.
Paula Swanson
For the contest: Middle Of The Road
Sponsored by H Garvey Daniel Esquire
Placement: 1st
Categories:
run across, cowboy-western,
Form:
Rhyme
birds interesting
a collection from nature-
all so beautiful
The Storm Petrel's are small birds that seem to hover,
little sea birds that appear to be walking on the water.
Loons unable to walk on land they shuffle like old people-
oh so graceful and skillful underwater can run across a lake . . .
Rails just love eating dense green vegetation,
Plover's like to run across a sandy beach hunting;
Roosting on a building is the beautiful Pigeon,
Oh so remarkable the Hoatzin is intriguing;
And electric blue Kingfishers are truly amazing.
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October 31, 2015
Combination of - Haiku, Couplet, Free Verse, Quintain
For the contest, A Poets Dozen (12 lines)
Sponsor, Silent One
Third Place
Categories:
run across, bird,
Form:
Verse
Rushes to the window
with every pitter-patter
but it is only the rain
crashing into me
trying to wash away my pain
reminding of sunny days
where the pitter-patter
was the beating of my heart
where love was never sought
but happily was found
my heart breathes
feeling once more
your tenderness
pitter-patters run across
the oaken hardwood floors
and I see in her your smile
your love
your heart
The rain and my tears fall
yet I know
most go a lifetime without true love
but no not me
my heart goes pitter-patter
one last time
butterflies float away into my soul
and I remember
I loved you
Categories:
run across, lost love, love,
Form:
Free verse
*Image of Excitement Unlocked giphy by Escape Hunt.
Time
Life millstones pressures creation to sort
through essential time, balms the albatross
over seasonable means, paid in court.
A past fraught in qualm, trading ourselves short,
wills the clock face, hands smile--it sates the loss...
life millstones pressures creation to sort,
from the moment that stretches to distort,
spoke present to a fresh reference, toss
over seasonable means, paid in court.
Seconds, minutes, hours ticking by, assort
cleft role of abled spread twinklings as moss.
Life millstones pressures creation to sort
that infinite future's schedule, escort
zealous flashes duly, that run across
over seasonable means, paid in court.
Shapes an hourglass, together, we support
an eternal measured us, reach across.
Life millstones pressures creation to sort
over seasonable means, paid in court.
2020 June 30
*1st Place*
A Brian Strand you choose
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 August 12
*1st Place*
Time- 8 Word Challenge
~~Constance La France: Judged 2020 July 06
Categories:
run across, meaningful, time,
Form:
Villanelle
“I’m Tim and I’m an addict, and I last drunk a week ago.”
The circle replied ‘hi Tim’, all their eyes fixed to my shuddering body
All unaware of the eccentric movement of my quivering lips, all not wanting to be.
The chair was shaking and the room was hot, I was waiting for that time when;
I’ll be out of this circle of people of my own vice, and I’ll see my doctor.
I’m waiting for that moment ill bid her good bye and program another session.
And then I’ll go for a run across the bridge down the river,
I’ll sit by the river side and mine my gin bottle take a sip and pray;
Pray hard that the booze runs out; pray hard that id grow allergic to it,
Pray more for the sip to be the last. Just like I’ve always done a year down the road.
I reviled what I had become she hated how fast I had changed;
She detested everything that I was being to the little one.
From a span she would sniff my, breathe and shield our little one from my hug.
Frustration would lead me to the basement where I would drink until I pass out.
Another gone by and in another circle I sit;
Their eyes affixed on me with attentive intent of welcoming my testimony
‘Hi, I’m Tim; I’m an addict and I drunk last a week ago.’
The circle answered ‘Hi Tim’...
‘I’m trying to quit’ I added.
Categories:
run across, depression, me,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
A Controlled Reply to a Skinhead's Brain
Just when I thought some real evolution
Of moral thinking
Just might be taking place these days,
I run across this Neo-Nazi piece of crap
Masquerading as a poem,
Shrieking wanly in an open, small-press 'zine.
This fool blames the ills of the world
On "World Jewry" - the old, rusted-out line
Of his Volk.
Ah, well - simple things for simple minds.
I'm glad I finally got past actively hating your kind;
Why give you fuel to feed your blindness?
Now you just excite my pity,
You wastes of skin, skinheads.
Sorry you ejected your brains,
Like seaslugs, who don't need 'em;
Sorry that you choose to live on the bile of your hate,
Sorry for your infantile pains,
And sorry that you can't appreciate
This free society
That lets you parade your ignorance
For all the world to see.
Categories:
run across, anger, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
A stuffy nose leads to runny nose, frozen toes and thick as jelly mucus
sitting in your chest not allowing you to rest, mucus really sucks because there is nothing you can do but suck on lozenges and say aw nuts -
sitting on the couch all afternoon
watching cartoons run across your living room
listening to geese fly by
thinking is it time to lie down and rest
just take a breath and maybe two.
My lungs feel like they have ingested glue
they huff and puff to no avail
so off to the kitchen I go to warm a big huge heaping bowl of...
touch of magic, toad tongues stew, a pinch of nutmeg, thyme for two - what are some homemade remedies that work for you?
Categories:
run across, encouraging, work,
Form:
Free verse
Black silky curtains hang down,
stopping short of 3 inches long,
messy, good scented hair,
partly covering two beautiful hazel orbs,
dancing with the joy and suns light,
endless staring, tender loving eyes,
placed gently in a smooth light-mocha creame complexion,
centered by a small, cute, baby-like nose,
and large, scrumptious, peach-colored lips,
little black scruffel of a beard, lightly pull forward for a kiss,
broad shoulders, slightly tence from stress,
muscular arms, wrap tightly around vanilla skin,
tone even chest, bicepts strong build,
warm and smooth, fingers carress,
---distracted . . . . [my appologies]
twilight setting, golden light against blending skin,
blue-green-hazel eyes devouring the view,
tounge run across, a bottom pink pursed lip,
swallow quivering, breath, adventuring mind,
colored cloths slide off satin, falling evermore,
crumpeled slowly on the wooden floor,
piles sitting surrounding bare feet,
fingers searching, lips connecting, tounges tying,
skin searing, eyes falling, breathing halting,
heartbeat speeding, time receading, passion sweating,
open eyes, whisper only truths, nevermore lies,
callosed fingers, gentle in their open palmed feeling,
cupping firm, sensitive breasts, so appealing,
lips speaking, kissing revealing feelings, stealing pain,
from their growing swollen-ness,
lips softly, leading trails down belly skin,
teeth gently pulling on the skin of belly button,
trailing down, fingers slide around smooth cheeks,
bringing lips back to lips, nervous about going down,
Categories:
run across,
Form:
Rambunctious
Rambunctious rainstorms
Laugh – dance with rock and roll sun ~
Promise of rainbows.
Sunrise bursting out
In bright shafts – hues of orange ~
Bright eyed wake up call.
Brilliant yellow rays
Run across the morning sky ~
Golden amethyst.
Peaceful blue - serene -
Sapphire skies deep as oceans ~
Wadding in their depths.
Lush fields of green nap
Refreshed by rains after noon ~
Emeralds flashing.
Sunset fire burning
Fiery plumes of red and rose ~
A neon light show.
Paper thin moonlight
Fragile - delicate embrace ~
Luminescent pearl.
Deep purple shadows
Softly whisper through midnight ~
Lullaby – Good Night.
Categories:
run across, color, day, morning, night,
Form:
Haiku
Footstep
Across the gray and stillborn face
Earthlight beams in shafts of blue
To follow sunlight into plains
And ancient valleys in hide and see
Played upon this place,
A million years or more,
Then bends around horizon’s sloping line
To reach into the golden dawn
It ever seeks just beyond
The plane where light and dark
Never meet.
The hills and glens lie mute, still
As on the day they came to be,
Watching the ever shifting
Earthrise set against of sky of ebony
While not one particle
Moves from the place of its birth
In harmony with particles identical
In nature and in face and they,
Inertia’s handiwork, rest beneath the hands
Of light that run across this silent solitude
Without the help of winds
That gird their neighbor’s waist.
The eons look like eternity - nothing changes
In the rhythm of inertia’s
Ever watchful eye – no life force rising,
Stretching, reaching – the sea tranquility
Does not thunder with perpetuation's swell
And yet, it bears the eagle’s mark –
The first, now everlasting, footstep in a race
So quickly come then gone
And mirrors to empty space the challenge
That gave them flaming wings carrying them
Far beyond their fruitful home to leave a plaque
In the empty dust of eon’s signature.
Dedicate to Apollo 11 7-21-89
Categories:
run across, earth, light, moon, space,
Form:
Free verse
Saša Milivojev - TO THE DREAM MARKET
I throw memories down the well
And, leaving, I hear the echo of tears
I do not want to have my face
Treading on my own verse
Tied in knots
Like a frightened doe
I run across the glass bridge
To the old place
Where Light and Darkness part
Where sweet dew awaits me
To play a man again
To hear the sound of a horn
To reach the market where dreams are sold
Where they cure aches and memories
You will never hear me laugh
For I still mould my sin
And wait
Wait for you
To cross the glass bridge
Saša Milivojev
viisit: www.sasamilivojev.com
Categories:
run across, art, beautiful, beauty, dream,
Form:
Lyric
I feed upon nature
and it feeds upon me
I drink from its waterfalls
and swim in its seas
I pluck some of its apples
and find shade under its trees
I rest upon its rocks
and run across its leas
I bathe under its sun
and dance beyond its breeze
For it is I who have found nature
or has it found me?
Written on some rocks
beside Al Aawaj Springs
in Syria
Categories:
run across, adventure, nature, peace
Form:
Rhyme
Hi I'm a guest in your home, yes that's right your not along
But, you don't like me
I'll never understand why
When I run across the table I'm only trying to say hi
But you try and hit me like I'm the bad guy
Why can't we be friends?
Come on lets shake hand but if you don't feel up to it I understand
You stand so tall
I stand so small
You should not be afraid of me at all
But when you see us who do you call?
The terminator the exterminator to try to make us leave.
But, all you really have to do is say please
Stop being so mean!
We love your house so nice and warm and the food oh my who could ask for more?
We love living here and would not leave for the world
We love sleeping in you bed even though we may bite you now and then
We only want to be your friend
So put down that can of RAID you'll be a murder if you spray.
Please think about what I have wrote
A poem for you form a unwanted guest a Cockroach
Categories:
run across, animals, funny, me, love,
Form:
Free verse
How dare you proclaim that I am perfect!
See these scars?
I am weak!
See these tears?
I don't even know why I'm crying!
My mind is my prison,
keeping me locked up while depression holds the key!
I try to move past the little things,
but they are like cannons,
going off in my head getting louder...
louder!
To the point that I can't even hear myself think!
How dare you proclaim that I am perfect!
I was happy once,
but then my demons grew and possessed who I was.
They left me a mess,
a shell of the person who used to be alive.
Who used to be alive,
because now I feel dead inside!
Who I was was an inmate sent to death row,
charged with the crime of joy.
I was happy once,
back when depression was just a fairy tail,
and when I never knew the feeling of "emptiness".
I feel empty and cut myself just to feel something!
I choose pain,
because nothing else will work.
I would rather see my crimson life source running down my arms,
than to talk with a friend.
A friend that my sickened mind causes me to hate.
My emotions are like a minefield.
I try to be wary of my steps,
but then someone trips me up and I explode into tears again.
I would give anything,
to be able to run across that field without blowing up!
I would give anything to be me again!
I would give anything to rid of this depression
my oppression,
the bane of my existence!
I am not perfect,
I am not sad,
I am not happy.
I am lost, I am a prisoner, I am innocent.
I am a writer, an artist, a girlfriend, and a daughter.
I am a good student, I am a good friend, and I am a good person.
My only flaw...
My disease...
My depression.
Categories:
run across, dark, depression, feelings, how
Form:
Lyric
Bats flap around the eerily dark night church
Creaking, the doors don’t quite open completely
Black cats run across your path with a great lurch
The moon is out but isn’t seen quite fully
The steeple is casting a deep purple hue
Lost souls in graveyard not knowing what to do
Frighten any passersby that come on by
And Jack-o-lanterns absorb souls where they lie
Russell Sivey
Categories:
run across, halloween,
Form:
Rispetto