Runner Poems - Poems about Runner

Running from the past, Hoping you wont last , making me believe and lost, holding this arms and my cross. feeling so special, killing all this vibes, making it alright, rising into this night. sitting alone on these side, kneeling before the high, dealing with my troubled mind , with no arms on my side. sleeping under this dusk, Seeking those we ran from, burying thoughts...

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the road runner raced within the lucid dream looking for something to satisfy its heart goalposts shifted in the desire stream shapeshifting fears did not depart as time flowed on body aged the exhausted soul chose to be still recognising it had been by ego upstaged invoking grace it surrendered to God its will...

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She runs like a horse, galloping in the night She runs from relationships, quickly out of sight She decides in her mind and away she goes Running from what feels like a depth of throes She runs before the loud gavel falls that will bring her deep pain, breaking her walls She runs to save herself and not burden another She runs...

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He runs, not to win, But to escape the silence that haunts him, A hum that's too loud On the path that no one knows about. He runs and goes Without a globe. People he left, they all mourn. Yet still he goes through breaking dawn, Running from the shadows that dwelled his lawn. The line of time that cut his throat, The same ones...

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“When you find yourself in a hole, quit digging.” - Quote by Will Rogers ---------------------------------------------------- Ever since a kid I have learnt to run Sensitive to what others say, feel, decide When the say is crude rude hurting When others feel I can be pushed over When others decide how I should be I run Ever since a kid, I have learnt to run. Sensitive to...

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She runs ~ not from shadows not toward a finish line, nor from the phantoms of an unknown past. She aims to traverse~ where the wind withholds its covenant where cosmic clocks tick in reverse, where lone horizon, distant and faded denies communion with the sea. Her footsteps resound~ an incantation in the labyrinth of a vellum where the sound of unfinished races echo on empty walls. Her course~ a...

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"Running away from pitch of battlefield ...

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He knows he has to run; it’s imperative. He sprints down a trail, passing tall pines on both sides. His eyes dart everywhere around himself as he surveys every large rock or bush that he goes dashing past. There is so much undergrowth. How can he leave this path? Yet he knows he will inevitably have to. It is growing dark – too...

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I keep refreshing the page, a priest lighting candles, holding my breath like the next flick of wrist might mean something. Her name is gone from my inbox, but I still comb the comment fields, archive tags, shaky alt accounts we never talked about. It’s stupid, this new religion: hitting reload, rereading typos, tugging old scabs just to feel the sting. I can’t believe I keep...

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I am an amateur athlete running a race. In earnest, I try to speed towards my goal, My feet embracing the earth I tread My legs aching, but careful not to fall. I encounter many obstacles in my course But I keep covering some distance day by day, Seeing every hurdle,...

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When the heart feels the weight of unvoiced verses, as the verdant embers of Venus follow the frozen warmth and the permafrost flickers of persimmon and cinnamon, like poetry slipping through tortured time, I stand at the cusp of withering wishes, like the silver of Luna phasing above the lamented lighthouse, cemented with mistrust, embedded with uncertainties, afraid of the crashing crystals cradling my claustrophobic psyche… O silent scribblers, scrolling through words...

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           The V12 purred as the fireboat ran easy outpaced the coastguard man       this time;     last time, bullets blazed     so what; the price was raised   waiting on the rum line for a good tide       duty-free; it goes stateside. They can’t catch us            we’re fast and...

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On path of life, Me the runner. In heat or cold, in rain or sun ' Sporty Persona ' is my banner. Holding Moral Values, I run. Honouring Honesty to proceed. On path of life, Me the runner. ...

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"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return" ~ from the song Nature Boy, written by George McGrew, aka eden ahbez, and recorded by Nat King Cole and others A child born, unloved, in the winter cold might like a river, from affection, run; but like brittle bones when they get...

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He's searching and looking in all the wrong places. He appears to be calm, poised, and confident. Seeing him casually, one would think he is swell and well. But up close, you would believe that he's afraid of his own shadows. From those shadows he runs continually, one marathon and another, because he is not a 'facer or fixer', but a...

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