Boxer Poems - Poems about Boxer

I am just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises All lies and jest Still, a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest Nor is it strange After changes upon changes We are more or less the same After changes we are more or less the same In the...

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His first time in the boxing ring, just a shard mirrored glass, excited, but also scared, he thought he was faultless. Rolling on the balls of his boxing stance, toe, heel, step dance. A romance with his pivot maneuvers and his fist advance. His opponent well-executed single punch, a water flow knockout, he wasn’t expecting a broken bloody...

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I play by the rules day in and day out, Showing my class, wielding my clout. I take the hard blows time and again, Knowing my patience shan't be in vain. Joe's on the ropes, all by himself, Waiting around to be dumped on the shelf, Restraint is my friend, as I pull back and watch, Those flailing wild jabs I so...

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I fear I've lost the light In this storm of chocolate rain Muddy waters cloud my sight Within this foul smelling haze But I know I'll make things right I'll escape this hell someday And my tights will finally stay white Off this soiled path I'll find my way They say the devils in the details Well I sure hope he...

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Who pooped my pants? I ask in vain ...

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bundy's undies posted 10/19/23...

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In one’s towel bathroom things are not well While there is nothing like towel For the last part of a shower, Filthy body back ‘Saved Flower… Towels: hot cake after a bath But if not handy no true wrath; Wet body is dried by cool breeze, Which does so but not quite with ease… I’d splash warm water on towel As a...

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The boxer and the actor I saw them on the sidewalk near The Radio music Hall in New York, Jack was telling Alan a joke Jack Dempsey wore a sport’s jacket, brown trousers a white shirt’s open, top button open shiny shoes; Alan Ladd, wore a grey suit, with matching tie (Everyone had shiny shoe trainers not yet invented) I...

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I'll give it all away just to have you j Just to know for one moment our love was true One thought away We've been done for days The memories fade From black to Grey Worn out from the games We reluctantly play Hearts sinking like a ship In a blink of an eye a poem...

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I wasn't born with long elegant God-limbs to race across the flowered plains of heaven I was conceived from the hammer and anvil of a gray witted, quick to anger blacksmith. My shoulders will never feel a spray of red roses my only friend will be a bucket of second hand oats no soft palms will stroke my dull-matted flanks only...

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BOXER The late October day marked the last of the tragic encounters framed by the ropes he preferred to the streets where a journeyman boxer needs more than taped hands for the troubles he sees There had been no title shot, no top ten ranking, just fifteen years of blows to the body, to the head, to the soul - volcanic eruptions, fissures...

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uses courage, throwing solid punches without letup being famous fighter....

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Basher used to fight with all his might Until he died, "poor thing". He boxed four rounds and hit the ground After taking one on the chin From a boxer called Biff Who made short thrift Of anyone that he fought He had a flair but didn't play fair Like others thought, he ought Basher was in a daze as on the canvas he...

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Dancing with the shadow boxer antithesis of sunshine and gray tears and tidings joy moments so rare they are of priceless value surged into being with the ringing of a bell or the sounding of a word a saga of gladness then sadness, the noiseless laugh, never to be heard. Tomorrows and yesteryears are one in the evenings of the shadow boxer like a day...

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Never underestimate this opponent, While he's busy rolling up his sleeves. Though he looks like he isn't focused, Soon you'll be falling to your knees. I've watched him from a vague distance, He visualizes every single, lethal blow. In his mind's eye he quietly meditates, Carefully strategizing how this fight'll go. Like a pot about to boil over, The rage deep inside him...

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