Best Short Run Poems

Cold Spring Street

When I was young
I could walk far on sidewalks
For it was a different time then.
Corner to corner
Across the busy avenue
Up Prospect Hill and down the long street.
But when I was late to return
The walk seemed longer
The street was longer and
Shadows were pasted on...

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Tonight, I do not feel so saved,
I do not feel so good or right,
Tonight, I feel so close to death,
That pains in my heart do not bring me fright,
Tonight, I feel like a lost soul,
I can’t remember a single thing,
That might make some view me...

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When moving to a new location
Love to survey the land
Finding the nearest gas emporiums
A Starbucks close at hand

McDonald's which I frequent often
Food stores with all the best deals
Office supplies, lumber yards
Great restaurants for yummy meals

Soon we'll know where everything is
But exploring is half the fun
Discovering...

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After a short run
The road takes a diversion :
A curvilinear path.

Throwing a long lush green shadow,
The woods devoid of sorrows
Invites the heavy down power.

I peep into my heart
Behold a guy of five-six years old
Collecting withered Sheuli flowers
A paper-boat floats on the rivulet of rain water.

I...

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Sometimes it seems like God doesn’t care,
We pray and pray and nothing happens,
The pain and sorrow get worse and worse and we wonder? 
Does God have any concern at all for me?
But see, God’s timing is a wondrous and complex thing,
And if we could see...

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When moving to a new location
Love to survey the land
Finding the nearest gas emporiums
A Starbucks close at hand

McDonald's which I frequent often
Food stores with all the best deals
Office supplies, lumber yards
Great restaurants for yummy meals

Soon we'll know where everything is
But exploring is half the fun
Discovering...

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When I turned twelve, Dad bought me a shot gun
Thought two sons hunting with him, would be fun
My brother also got his at that age
They were Remington Wingmaster, 12 gauge

Dad had two Pointer bird dogs, both well-trained 
This is a breed born to hunt, it’s...

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>'Oh no.'  Then she said to me.
'I see the problem.  Don't worry Stanley.'
Soon as she left, the pain, hurt so.
Will she return?  She will I know.

That she came with others too.
All seem to know just what to do.
As I had been in...

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Do you ever get the feeling..
That this whole place is bull****
Wishing to run away
But they even own the wilderness
	
Sick of all the f***ing lies
And fed up with the politics
Watch them turn an eye
And smile in their corruption

Swallow up those stupid pills
Let them tell us
You’re mentally...

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“If you keep only healthy food in your cupboard and fridge, you will eat good food.” – Errick McAdams

“You need a steroid to fix your ills.
Now vaccination to ward off winter chills.
Take an antidepressant, to calm your woes.
Let’s try antibiotics and see how it goes.

A...

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we were at the water fall
and i had a ball
it was summer fun
it was a short run
it also cool
i don't have the blues
SOON
BACK TO SCHOOL...

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They say that it’s smart, and ultimately wise,
for many passwords a person to devise,
to protect access and block meddling hands,
stopping those e-thieves and other brigands.

So I make up code words, a vast array,
I must use one hundred during the day,
mostly at work and definitely home,
and...

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It happens to everyone/
All we want is a few/
To be called a true friend/
To show us that there's others out there/
Just like us, so we open ourselves/
To the job of finding true worthy people/
To surround ourselves with/
Only to be filled with lies and deceit/
Generation after...

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The days and nights are long, hard and heavy
A blank look at my burdensome third leg
Laying at a mocking distance from me
Suppresses me down upon my spring bed
“What a nice but short run I had“, I thought
All my pointless pursuit of happyness
The quests, battles, wars...

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Earth’s here quaking,  
while I’ve been thinking
of shifts.
Like the shift in love,
the shift in economy:
the dollar-fat trolls
who play tricks.
The many wounded and
the sick.
I see a haze of gray
smoke, it seems
I’ve been hiding in
my dreams,
waiting for the moment
to pretend my
words will mean a damn.
It’s melting...

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