Best Running The Race Poems
GHETTO LIFE
I'm just a black guy trying to survive
I hustle hard, just for me to live
I was born and bred in the ghetto,
And the only place I could earn money is not only at the lotto
I was feeling like I was walking in a circle
Everywhere I go I see the struggle
On the street human life is like a bubble
But I always learn how to stay out of trouble
So i decided to get on my feet,
Leaving the ghetto life style and walk through the street
Just for me to seek a good Job
Cos my life style is not to steal or rob
Poverty has always been my best friend,
I keep on running the race to put poverty to an end
I still remain that single guy who live in pains,
My pains made me stronger, so I never complain
The ghetto life is real, it's a viable lesson to learn,
It got people living on the edge, queuing up for their turn,
All my life spent in the ghetto at my youthful age,
With determination to excel in life, I never tarnish my image ..
#PricelessPEN
DECEMBER, 2017
The Girl
I know a girl,
With a smile that could
Melt stone into silk.
She sits in the front, ahead of me,
In my class, making me wonder what would
Happen if I could go forward, so she could see.
Because I could care.
I sit at the back, not really there.
I know a girl,
With eyes like a waterfall,
Drowning me, herself and everyone.
She smiles a little less, a little forced
Nowhere days, which makes me want to call
To her friends, “Find out what’s wrong!”
Because I can care.
I sit at the back, not really there.
I know a girl,
Who sits in class, with her friends,
But somehow all alone.
She doesn’t smile anymore,
And her voice has no tone,
And I wonder when their ignorance
Will end.
Because I care.
I sit at the back, not really there.
I know a girl,
Who sits at the front,
Who never wears straps.
And never smiles,
And never says yes to the boys,
Who ask her for a date, and the laps
She runs around the field now have a hoodie,
And have increased in size, no joy.
I am worried, because I care.
I sit at the back, not really there.
I know a girl
Who doesn’t do her sums
And doesn’t talk to her worried friends.
She always says, “It depends”,
To their frantic questions, if it was fun
Running the race at the track.
I more than care.
I sit at the back, not really there.
I know a girl,
Who doesn’t care if her sleeves slip
Up her arms.
And her friends caller her sick,
And ugly, and “too thin”, but she
Keeps her calm.
I think she is beautiful, and I love her, but…
I sit at the back, not really there.
I knew a girl,
Who sat at the front of her
Class, and slept herself gone.
She wrote letters to her parents
Saying sorry, she’d give a reason
But she has none.
And she wrote a letter,
To the sad emo girl,
At the back of the class,
And said she was perfect
And that she loved her
And thanked her, for their
Little infinity,
Because she was always there.
Movie in the making, viewer discretion
Keep your mouth shut, forget witness protection
Better keep it discreet, avoid detection
Complete the play, can't afford a deflection
This the real deal, it ain't a gimmick
Watch and learn, just don't mimic
Statue-of-liberty, we're holding the torch
Running the race, but ain't competin' in sports
We're like bubbles in champagne, heading to the top
Come at me sideways, like a fish when it flop
Get popped, Glock's off safety, it's cocked
Or like an old rocking chair, get rocked
Leave you like I left your girl's 'coochie', beat-up
Don't want problems, you better speak-up
I'm a heavy-weight, you're lighter than a leaf
Eat you like a T-bone steak, I love beef
Money equals problem, problems come with money
I play the cards I was dealt, I'm good at Rummy
I'm not a treadmill, so don't try 'n' run me
Got money for rainy-days, even for when it's sunny
Like the Super-Dome, I'm on top of the game
I'm in it for the cash, ya'll can keep the fame
Dear Pam, Curt, and Jem.
Pam, my father, your grandfather, died when I was 13 years of age.
When I was 36, I had been fatherless for 23 years. So many times,
I would have loved to have sought his advice, but he had passed on.
Curt, when I was 33 like you, I had been without a father for 20 years. His wisdom and insight would have been a tremendous help to me, but he died too soon.
Jem, when I was 28, I had been deprived of a father for 15 years. I needed him, but daddy departed prematurely.
O, my dear children. May you realize how blessed and fortunate you are to have a father, even in your adult years. May you honor him, respect him, and seek his counsel.
O, dear children. Make the best of him while you have him by your sides. Learn from his wisdom as long as God gives him to you. From him, there
is much to be gained. So, pick his brain, but cause him no pain.
Keep running the race that he has initiated, and be ready to accept
the baton when he passes it to you. The end is not yet within sight.
The flame of the torch is still burning bright; and its light is nowhere
near going out. Moreover, you must pay close attention; because there
is a prize upon which you must keep your eyes.
You must understand that when the baton is finally passed, I will have done my very best. And I will be depending on you for all the rest. 05112010. Posted on PS 12012016. Contest entry, A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE
CHOICE. Brian Strand
A war inside must be fought
to find the purpose of dreams
sought.
Trying to put the lies behind and
the truth be caught.
Grasping for something, anything
that will make sense.
Inside her mind searches for everything
but never finds anything.
Exhausted from running the race meant
to be won but always lost.
Running to strangers but they do nothing
but shun.
Finally, the search is done after uncovering
everything under the sun,
She realizes and all becomes clear now that
she needed not search for dreams sought,
for she never had one after all.
A war inside must be fought to find the
purpose of dreams sought.
A Tale of Two Dolphins
Two dolphins swam merrily over to the wharf
One was named Silly and the other was named Sally
Silly told Sally that if she could outswim her to the booey
That she would give her half of her next big catch
Sally accepted her challenged and said, “Game on!”
Sally swam as fast as she could and began to lose steam as she appropached
the booey
Silly felt sorry for her and went to offer her aid
As soon as Silly got close enough to Sally
Sally bolted out with a last minute Hail Mary
Swimming like a Russian sub in the middle of the Arctic Sea
Well, we all know that Sally took advantage of Silly
And dishonestly won her race
Silly was the true hero in the end!
What is the moral of this story you ask?
There are three…
If a dolphin challenges you to a “swim off “quickly decline the offer
They are not always as innocent as they seem
Secondly, if you see a fatigued dolphin at the end of the wharf near a booey
Don’t fall for her schemes
And thirdly, in running the race of life
Always be honest and come clean
Because as soon as Sally was bragging about her victory
A big whale came and swallowed her whole!
End of this fish tale story!
Written by Gwendolen Rix
7-10-14
Dedicated to my friend Seho who loves dolphins! :)
The False Prophet took a piece of paper out of his pocket. It was a poem. While
writing it, he remembered, he felt like he was solving a puzzle. Originally, when
Joe Kaye first developed the theory that he had left a message for himself in a
past life, he thought he might have been Robert Frost. He had written this poem,
to either prove that he was or wasn’t the reincarnation of Robert Frost. After
writing it he still couldn’t decide, and he still didn’t know what the message was
that he had supposedly left for himself. He read the paper to himself. This is
what was written on it.
The Road Not Taken-The Reincarnation
TWO paths emerged in greenish pasture
And since it was impossible to go down both
I thought which way would get me to my destination faster?
And wondered if speed was important when running the race
Isn’t it objective that matters and not the pace?
I went down the beaten path with grass so long
Which was dark and twisting, with no end in sight
And even though I stood tall and strong
I wondered if I had wandered wrong
And philosophized if there was such a thing as wrong or right
Although each path was equally unstable
The one I strayed down had more twists and turns
Oh I kept the second path for another fable
Yet knowing how stall leads to stable
I was certain I would never return
I revisit this with a pondering thought
And years from now reflecting on the past
Two paths diverged and still I fought
And took the one that’s hardly sought
And that has made my happiness so much more vast.
In the end he decided he was not the reincarnation of Robert Frost, and went
back to the drawing board studying more writers and poets.
Excerpt From: The Chemicals Between Us
By: Joseph DeMarco
Triumph luster can forever last against stain!
Verily true when won thru God’s might and His grace
With faith in His might as the Supreme sovereign.
Victory medals glow with accomplishments’ gain
While the focus is on the Lord in running the race…
Triumph luster can forever last against stain.
Trophies garnered in battles will just be in vain
When selfishness is upheld by arrogance-brace
Showing patina’s tarnishing effect so plain.
Pageant crowns sparkle with pleasant beauty midst pain
As virtuous deeds accompany worship-praise
Triumph luster can forever last against stain.
Championship belts may hide every corrosion-strain
But not the rust of greed and envy with their trace
That are encroaching the heart and hurting the vein.
Jewels of genuine works shine on servant’s terrain
Gems of life-building treasures reflect prayer rays
Triumph luster can forever last against stain
In honoring the Lord* midst His loving domain.
*Proverbs 3:9 Honour the LORD...
June 30, 2018
5th Place, "Patina" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausin; judged on 7/3/2018.
It’s not about Who's winning
Who’s running the Race
The Pace set before us
Is a Vision a place
The next is all errors
All falling so short
Near to hearts open with
A new View for a start
All along is a highway
With the border's a bill
Then there’s the best part
Of a heart here to fill
Well is a OK sure man that’s cool
Like second glances and sunsets
That make me a fool
Were here for a reason
A face then in a crowd
Then we all say sure thing
That music's to loud
Always there’s a look away
No seasons not there
Then there’s an about face
A reason to care
How it ends Is holy
No gestures unturned
We all get to set a course
Of "Of course”I’ll learn!"
Then bye we go just waiting
No wishing no well
It a fresh start that leads us
Here with a turn and a tell
So anyway we gotta go
The media’s a BLITZ
We’re all here
With heavy hearts that know alot
With our lesson left list
She says, that all good guys are takin or gays.
Always complaining about the bad boys playing games and she is tired of playing chase.
She has a gold medal but she is still running the race.
What she is looking for is in front of her face.
She needs to stop looking at the bad place,
Before what she has is gone without a trace.
He is the one you always talk to on the phone.
He is the one you always talk to when your hurt and alone.
He knows what you go through at home.
He is the one you left in the friend zone-Mario Perez
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When the things you feel
aren't real
and the colors that you've seen
are actually black and white
When your loved ones words never mean
a thing, and they were the ones who started up a fight
When everything is normal,
but its still not right
When your not sure what time of day it is
cause its always as dark as night
when you forget how to feel
because all you feel is fright
Thats when you know your in a miserable place
thats when you know you should stop running the race
take deeper breaths and slow down your pace
because your life needs a new turn
and it needs to be changed
So let them help you, if they offer there hand
you aren't living your life
if that life is planned
so many maps all around you
so many routes to go
but you cant choose your own
Thats when you know your in a miserable place
thats when you know you should stop running the race
take deeper breaths and slow down your pace
because your life needs a new turn
and it needs to be changed
just one step at a time
and hope that you'll be fine
cause now you're living your life
without a sign
that tells you were to go
and all you need to know
is that:
Now every color you see
is exactly the way you want it to be
Every person you know
doesn't want you to go
and when you look at the clock
you dont feel so stuck
Thats when you know that now you're in the right place
you are winning this race
forget about pace
you've got so much to learn
and now your life is changed.
Me too I don't know
I just go silent and rise up again
I just survive on nothing all day
And Its normal here
We all stink for each other
And see it cool
paupers and princes whatever
I am cherished every day
But spit at all day
I faint but stand
All the way
I grow weary but keep running the race
I cry so bad even as i laugh so hard
I hang up but later
Hang out
And its cool
I know am smart
But always dense
Because i don't know why
Life sucks but I want to live on
so i sack it as i live
I look awesome but hell burns within
I am always happy but sad
I am either writing a poem
Or some crap done by a fool
Either way
I am either dead or Alive
And I don't know that I know
So rest in peace and peace be with you
can all work
Now
I come to you with Thanksgiving in my heart
Giving you, the glory, honor and praise, you so richly deserve
Putting you, on the increase, and me on the decrease
Thank you, Father, for your grace
While I keep running the race
Thank you, Father, for your power
As I continue to pray for an hour
As I get nourishment from Your word
Sharing with others, what I've heard
Thank you, Father, for changing my heart
I just want to do Your will, that's my part
Thank you, Father, for your favor
Thank you, Father, for being my Saviour
Thank you, Father, as I tell my story
Because only You, Father, can judge my history
Thank you, Father, for Your love
As I pray, to my Father, above
Confessing my sins to You, I had to repent
Reflecting on the many years in darkness, I spent
Thank you, Father, for my life
Thank you, Father, for blessing me with a "Proverbs Thirty One" wife
Thank you, Father, for cleansing my heart
My faith and trust, in You, will never part
Thank you, Father, for dying on Calvary
In my life You are the Head, and not a rivalry
Giving You, the glory, honor and praise
Because on the third day, You were raised
Thank you, Father, for my life
How long can you hide your past
How long will you hide behind your mask
You look me in the face
Always running the race
You tell me you love me
But soon enough I’ll see
You’re nothing but
You’re nothing but A LIAR!
You cry to show your pain
But you’re driving me insane
You know you got us all beat
Because you’re the wolf dressed like a sheep
When you reach out to touch my face
You got me stuck in a never ending haze
The way you move your curves
Makes me forget what I deserve
You’re longing for my lust
Hoping I forget how to trust
Cause you’re the beauty that turned into the beast
And you know you deserve nothing but the least
You look me in the face
Always running the race
You tell me you love me
But soon enough I’ll see
You’re nothing but
You’re nothing but A LIAR!
How long can you hide your past
How long will you hide behind your mask
You cry to show your pain
But you’re driving me insane
You know you got us all beat
Because you’re the wolf dressed like a sheep
We all say that times have changed,
The world has changed,
But that is because,
We have changed!
All of us are racing against time,
Running the race of success,
Running selfishly,
For happiness, contentment and luxury!
It’s time to wake up,
To Change the world once again,
And work,
To build up a ‘Human Race’,
Who will run,
The race for Peace and Harmony!