Best Triceps Poems
I close my eyes
So I can see you
That I'm still in your heart
I clench my hands
So I can feel you
That I'm still inside of you
I rub my heart
To ponder... that you still care for me
I call my soul
To wonder... you're my home in me
You opened my eyes,
Covered and blinded
Under the dark skies
You softened my hands,
Rough and burnt
Under the sun that dries
You revived my restless body
And lifted up my spiritless life
You brought back
The smile in me
And laughter, long buried
Inside of me
You are my home
My heart and my soul
Wherever I am
I carry you with me
I walk in your footsteps
Holding my heart with your forceps
My strength in my biceps
My shield above my triceps
Your shoulder
Is my armor
Tempered with ardor
Your heart is my home
My heart that dwells in chrome
ten reps of ten,
here I go again.
Today I work on my biceps,
triceps,
I feel great.
Ten reps of ten,
sweat soaking my beater.
Nobody to lend a hand,
all this weight,
I can,
do my ten reps of ten..
Jared Pickett
10/3/09
Asavvy1
Trois Par Huit
AAB BB BCC
3,6,9,12,12,9,6,3
Workout
muscle bound
gaining pound after pound
triceps, biceps, lats, a cut up back.
Push ups, sit ups, crunches to create a six pack,
tuna fish, chicken, fruits and veggies for a snack.
Summer is here, I can't do without
Bronze body tan, so devout.
This work-out.
Jared Pickett
5/12/2010
Asavvy1
The frog jumps from pool to puddle...
brain-death spark
exhibits its unconscious species net
no more heartbeats
the cold amphibious skin is icy...
scalpel drill claw tweezers
cuts butter-like biceps
triceps tympanum
that will spend the night
in the formol thrash can...
radius tibia will be eternal
in the skeleton stand...
hyperclean surgical gloves
among soap pumps
clean hands
all sterile
one or two tears
a small dignified silence
and all has ended
You like most carbs and sweets
But you hate bitter gourd,
When you type your shout outs, tweets
Sixteen letters entered, ten letters
Are being alone and cold
As you say hello and wave your hands
Your triceps also say hi,
I’m glad that you lose negative pounds
Oh my darling! : ) at least you try…
Your favorite place at the mall
Is the fitting room,
But you shine
Like flowers in full bloom
When we walk together with hands
Embrace to each other,
We form the date of our monthsary,
Number “10” and forever
I don’t afraid in calm, cold days and nights
Because I know that you are here, by my side,
You’re my pillow, my blanket, my Bed
Your tummy makes it complete,
My future wife, I will love you till the end…
Love, even though you have your own measurements
And even rings require more gold, diamonds
Personalize…
Especially for you…
You’re so sexy… and I’m happy
That God gave me the most beautiful girl,
My heart… My destiny…
In this world of realization the bodybuilder acknowledges that he was in a past life
and is now a warrior god. She the bodybuilder was and is a warrior goddess. Their body
crave the inner strength and beauty which beholds the bodybuilder physique.The awakening
bodybuilder disciplined and commanding the body to undergo intensity and pain, pain and
pleasure there is no separation of the two like yin and yang. Bodybuilder pushing past
his comfort zone forcing his muscles to grow like iron clad steel.
Biceps,triceps and deltoid region chiseled, sculpted and solid like granite rock.
Conditioning the body streamlining physically and mentally. Bodybuilder imaging a mental
picture a sign that reads zero fat tolerance zone. Bodybuilder determined to drop the
weight,drop the zeros and become heros. The life of the bodybuilder is unique refreshed
and anticipating the next day to be able to run quicker,faster,harder than the day
before.Wings attached to the heels of the bodybuilders feet.The sweating and pain
sensation will soon pass,moments later the second wind follows it gives relief and will
energize the bodybuilder atlas!
The concentration the bodybuilder endures lifting heavy weights, building muscle mass
sweating delivering results with astonishing feats of strength.
The bodybuilder takes their stance their place in life,walking tall with giants
taking leaps of faith,along side of "Samson" legs built like marbel stone pillars.
Mentoring with "Hercules" stewardship over ones body temple.
Deeper than art form,natural beauty of the human anatomy.Richer than flaunting egos or
misunderstood concepts.Dwelling within beats the heart and instinct of a lion.
The bodybuilder, The bodybuilder building his success upon it's foundation
"self preservation is the first rule and law in nature". A higher standard of living a
sacred trust bestowed upon the bodybuilder.
stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath
climbing along the water's surface,
body turning on a skewer,
breathing bubbles,
exhaling fully,
metronomic to a viewer
stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath
fingertips, wrist and elbow angled
each below the other in turn
break the surface
then pushing forward
spinning the torso in return
stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath
catch before the full arm extension
pulling along the "railway track"
feel the water
hard on the forearm
and spinning the body right back
stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath
continue the stroke under the 'pit
pulling the elbow high and clear
uncock the wrist
pull with the triceps
whilst pushing the hand to the rear
stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath
lips breaking the top of the water
eye spying the rope of the lane
one sharp breath in
the wrist leads the way
to start it it all over again
stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath
Limerick : Once a dashing Damsel with tough biceps
Once a dashing Damsel with tough biceps
Tried to bulge her pectorals with triceps
Compressed air back-fired
To where moon was mired
Since then carries pec-pumps in contracepts.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
The crushed carapace
Adoring the hard back of crab
Let my back
Forever float a space
No matter the dingy space
And the hot stream of the teeming crowd
And at the heart of the groove and thicket
Fresh fronds will arise
Like the new bride
To kiss the morning sky
Fresh leaves with caress the sun
No matter the boulder thickness of my rival’s muscles
Thr bristling anger of his biceps and triceps
My bank shall not kiss the earth
No matter the mangrove depth of the swamp
Epithets shall wave at the sky
Before dusk
It is the battle rhythm of the valorous wrestler
In the jungle of earth battles
Muscle Memory
Looking in the mirror,
I am getting older;
the loss of muscle mass
Sink-holing the skin
with pockmarks and the sagging
of my triceps and hamstrings
shows me so.
Ten pounds for every ten years, they say.
With such drastic loss of muscle memory
I soon forget how to crawl.
I never dreamt
Mathematics once a terror
I’ve ever learnt
From my life would delete a major error
As I struggled to make sense
Out of the labyrinth
Mathematics built from the nonsense
The terror in silly stealth
Conveyed in minds
That by dint of patience and perseverance
Gleaned from underneath concepts, processes and procedure behind blinds
Rewarded in a walk punctuated by persistence and insistence
To spawn understanding
Continually growing in incremental steps
To facilitate a commanding
Assimilation not through biceps or triceps
But through pen and paper dedicated practice
Through sweat and tears
Carving justice
Clearing all the fears
Mathematics once held
In my brain and in my attitude
Until with misconceptions withheld
Along grew fortitude and soared my latitude
Prompting the belief
That you, too
Could cut out the mischief
That claims you’ve got no Mathematics clue.
In that small village
Behind the bamboo front
Where the small heart
Made of bamboo leaves
Smokes its cigars
Through its roof
Stands a young old man
Whose twisting cheeks
And biceps and triceps
Turns outside inwards
Looking up the berry plant
Yawning at the fruit unripe
His own body pillars
Whose frail body bends
Can’t stand the size
The wait and load above it
As he tries to climb the berry
He falls and lies still
When I look in the mirror at my figure,
I wonder, where did it go?
I once was lithe, with so much vigour,
I wonder, where did it go?
I once had a six pack instead of a keg,
I wonder, where did it go?
Biceps and triceps, strong in arm and leg,
I wonder, where did it go?
Eyes like a hawk and ears that could hear,
I wonder, where did it go?
Now it's, what's was that I didn't hear my dear,
I wonder, where did it go?
Now I'm at the age when my hormones don't rage,
I wonder, where did it go>
I think I've become another grey haired old sage.
So really I no longer wonder where did it go,
It is all still there, just hidden, by my old age.
© Dave Timperley 15 August 2016.
Sit-ups, planks, and crunches
My push-ups done in bunches
Deep heavy squats from the rack
Deadlifts are good for my back
Just pumping up my biceps
And cutting up my triceps
I'm sweating harder each day
So I look sharp when I play
bounty bodies blush
under taunted touch
felon flesh foster
tuning tactic trigger
puking pulsing bullets
seeped'n saucy triceps
callous capillaries cremated
fiery feelings hoisted
fostering foil funeral
embalmed zeal oozes
eerie ******** fuming
at tarred ****
passion scaled peaks -
smeared smothered spree.
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