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Jogging Poems - Poems about Jogging

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It’s the morning of a different day—who knew there’d be another?
Lisa and I went on our harbor jog @ 5am—that’s nothing new.
It was, like 44°—we’re enjoying fall’s cold, refreshing bite.

Anyway, my mind wasn’t on it and I nearly stumbled over
a chunk of dark, uneven roadway, made invisible by its function.
Charles, jogging beside me, wordlessly managed

Categories: jogging, humor, school, sleep, student,
Form: Free verse

RUNNING AROUND-DOESN'T MEAN JOGGING

RUNNING AROUND - DOESN’T MEAN JOGGING

Glad I said it because I could,
could finally say “goodbye.”
Hearing the words needed to say,
was painful … can’t deny.

I loved him once, so very much,
he meant the world to me.
I know one day, he’ll soon become,
a shadowed … memory.

At first, I was so confident,
that he belonged to me.
I was seeing

Categories: jogging, abuse, betrayal, conflict, heartbroken,
Form: Rhyme

Jogging From Memory

I’m an old guy jogging
like Joe Biden, kind of goofy looking.
The wind is dragging its feet,
the sun is frying sweat again.

I like to rock on the porch
shopping in my mind
for stuff too expensive to actually buy,

but out here people stare,
young girls giggle,
dogs sniff and yap, some attack.
I get a runners fizzy-dizzy,
then cuss under my breath.

I

Categories: jogging, poetry,
Form: Free verse

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Jogging From Memory

I’m an old guy jogging
like Joe Biden, kind of goofy looking.
The wind is dragging its feet,
the sun is frying sweat again.

I like to rock on the porch
shopping in my mind
for stuff too expensive to actually buy,

but out here people stare,
young girls giggle,
dogs sniff and yap, some attack.
I get a runners fizzy-dizzy,
then cuss under my breath.

I

Categories: jogging, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Jogging Frog

no morning jogging.
I find In my running shoe.
One scared little frog.

Categories: jogging, analogy, sports,
Form: Haiku

Always With You

Rest in peace. People gather around to pay homage. Every one gets busy! I feel the soul’s craving for solace. Probably the last few minutes, the most precious moments, when the soul can say “Good Bye!”.
I curiously asked mom, “what would you do, after you die?"
To this she replied:

Don’t mourn, when I die,
If you feel

Categories: jogging, adventure, bereavement, blessing, caregiving,
Form: Rhyme

Jogging

I jogged, one foot after the other,
Lungs wide open to welcome,
Breathings of the warm evening air,
Eyes stung at the touch of
Cruel sweat, saturated and salty.

I jogged, a flat branch overhead,
My left arm reached out to touch
The tree and its clippings,
Dwindling down the serpent's throat,
Though my fingers were amiss.

I jogged, against the moving air,
Soles hitting the

Categories: jogging, freedom, imagery, nature, tree,
Form: Free verse

Jogging Partner

A November jog
don’t know where I’m going, but
my shadow comes too

Categories: jogging, health,
Form: Senryu

Jogging

don't debate
get out no doubt
get in shape
don't complate
be sure to log gin
before
jogging

Categories: jogging, adventure, health,
Form: Light Verse