Best Sprints Poems

Abigail’s Spring  

Beneath the shelter of winter’s barren arbor
My winter abused heart
Watches the day’s light linger in the sky resisting darkness -
Begging to play a little longer every day –
Pushing twilight away at arm’s length with pink and brilliant orange
Leaving wispy trails of color...

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Grit in her eyes beaming fortitude of vibes
Powers her dash from one end to the other
Handing out drinks: brandy, whiskey, beer;
Serving high rollers and surly poor-souls
Where lights are flashing as machines jingle
When luck adjudicates winners and losers.

Watch her essence of fiery determination
Fueling her steps, gathering...

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Summer Nights in the South


Green fireflies blink in the quiet of night

and our sleeping old dog heaves a sigh.

Dreaming, she sprints through a youthful blue sky

chasing delicate clouds, cotton-white.



A red-sunset tanager* colors the warm air

from a perch in the majestic oak limbs above

professing by lullaby,...

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It creeps around the corners	
It moans about the eaves		
A rapid fork of lightning		
Sparks beyond the trees		
My pulse gallops skyward		
As a sudden fear sets in		
The birds have ceased their chirping	
Will this madness never end?	
Oh, it makes my blood run cold	
To hear the gusting squall		
It creeps around...

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People don't play sports because its fun, ask any athlete most of them hate it, but 
they couldn't imagine their life without it. 

Its part of them, the love hate relationship it’s what they live for. They live for the 
practices, the parties, and the...

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My dear,
There's nowhere I'd rather be,
Than by your side,
As you grow old with me.

I know we fight and carry on,
We wield our swords for all to see,
But darling I do love you so,
Settle in and please grow old with me.

When twilight sets and our bones...

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Argentina's son, a lineage to immigrants
shaped by boyhood aspirations 
diminutive left foot striker
taunted "dwarf" in childhood 
his growth hormone deficiency 
                    overcome through meds and workouts
...

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It was all heat and sweat. Controlled
anger and subdued agony.
Driving themselves beyond known limits.
Pushing bone, sinew, and muscle.
Expanding capability, while honing ability.
Intimacy with a few acres of dry,
chalk-lined practice field. Controlled
fury.The last three weeks of August.

Snatching gasps of fiery summer air.
Every inspiration burning the tongue
and...

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She moves in glorious motion,
Her progress marked by many eyes.
A vision to delight the crowd 
gathered together for this her debut.

Coloured ribbons adorn her, as
She moves in glorious motion,
Sweeping across the bright tableau.
Her beauty and grace seen by all.

Light sparkles from faceted jewels
decorating her slim...

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Time outruns those who don't sprint 
To keep up. It never turns back
Or bothers to wait for idle souls

Why carry coals to Newcastle?
Time misspent is time gone forever
Easy come and easy go

Time is too busy to wallow in
The stillness of now. Indeed, it does 
Flee...

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The pounding reins
Of yesterday’s tears
Lead me down
The dreary road of today 

The joy I once found
Gazing into your eyes
Is hobbled by distance
And my faltering gait

Unbridled rides at dawn
A beautiful, insipid memory
Breakneck sprints in the dark
An aching need in the final stretch

The rhythmic rhyme
Of our ride...

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Blackbirds and undulate bush
Trapped in time's tapestry--
The fluid hide of the big leopard
Who leapt on cushioned feet
Once to race the swiftest
Scents in the wind-- A proud
And muscular beauty, the leopard,
Left alone now  does not stalk
But paces on bare concrete
Where chunks of prey fall cold
By...

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One blond small frame curled up
     in my lap, an arm around my waist
One small finger trails the leather straps
     and small metal strips
           that keep me...

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I love a person small,
He sprints alike a young gazelle.
And when he turns afront the goal;
He does is so very well.

He's got seven ballond'ors,
And he's got six golden boots.
He's counting seven hundred and more
Of goals scored with his left foot.

He won hearts of generations
That have...

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Don't ask your heart,
Don't blame it,
Don't chastise your heart,
Don't scorch it,
Make yourself assured
You grasped a true love,
That would never short,
Because I made it as hard love.

I will fill each hole of your heart
To have it eternally to my heart
I swear to my vains and pains,
I...

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