Pacing Poems - Poems about Pacing

The Frequent hours Flock sky-high expeditions To connect breaths world-wide In the landscape of urge. These Minute minutes Of Mother Earth's earnings Mine and make value If planned with the right pace....

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A mind keeps racing around the clock Tic laughs historically watching me chase toc It’s time for rest but thoughts won't stop Head tells self go take a nap stat to finish defiantly stubborn Dusk promise west setting moon will twinkle above glowing Dawn swears east rising sunrays all radiate beyond shining Can’t help that failure actually fears success Numbness relieving stress unable...

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Primed with tenacity Predisposed to worry Performed at a brisk speed Persistent character Promotes new ideas Perserves one's energy Precures one's future goal 04.08.2021 Sponsor Kim Merryman Contest Pleiades P Poetry Contest...

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pacing the halls in the middle of the night a deathly silence AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Posted on October 9, 2018...

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It took fifty-seven paces to the end of the track But for some strange reason, only fifty-six back. I tried it again, for something to do While constantly phoning for breakdown rescue. The ants were enormous, the grasshoppers blue Inside of their wings only showed when they flew. Thistles and lavender, cornflowers too, But mostly just tarmac, a magnificent view. Of the...

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And the cemetery was littered with debris While I paced the graveyards in crushed marble, That seraphic figures draped the woeful air Enshrining those long gone…names forgotten By time’s entombment of a shrunken past As black roses moved with the cold, cold wind. From this moment, a heavy silence tugs me; I kneel down and cry, sighing they find...

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Pacing by the window On this rainy day, Looking at the puddles As the snow quickly melts away. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Dec.23/2004...

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Burnished copper leaves pace butterfly’s wings as young maiden, pink dressed, leans dreading harsh winter’s bark © Debra Squyres 2/16/15 Written for: In Praise of Kimo –Using visual 1 Sponsor: Nette Onclaude ...

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Sun on my face, wind in my hair, Time to myself, no-body there, Pacing the fields, forgetting my woes, Where I end up, no-body knows. Every step taken helps me to forget, All my frustrations, all my regrets, Dog at my side, together we tread, Marching in sync while stresses are shed. Freedom is mine while pacing the fields, Wide open roads, forests and...

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