Short Biking Poems
Short Biking Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Biking by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Biking by length and keyword.
ride my bike in the chill
around the Titanic decks. . .
hope to ride till we dock
sun glints off binoculars
pedal faster to new york
Mark wore biking shorts to work out
Poorly sewn seams were not too stout
He ripped a hole
exposing…uh oh!
Everyone saw what he’s about
Kids in the summer,
Running, jumping, and playing.
Biking in the neighborhood,
Yelling Loudly down the streets,
Not ready for school to start.
Airing myself
In liberty
Along whose open roaded
Sky-wide access
This day, as gift
On life's journey
Both offered and accepted
In its fullness.
Riding bikes is fun and easy. You feel a breeze when you ride a bike. You can go steady and slow or quick and fast on a bike. Biking is so much fun for everyone.
In the swamps trained a young Jedi guy.
He could run, swim, and biking, could fly.
He was fit to be tied;
His olympic dream died.
In Dagobah, there is no tri.
The day started off wonderful !
Funny... they didn't forecast torrential rain today ~
Not greatest day for biking !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
No matter how dark the road is
There is light ahead
No matter how hard you feel
God is listening
Life is like that of biking
If you can't keep the balance
You can't drive to move any longer.
So Eric the Viking was not to my liking
I met him one morning when I was out hiking
It’s worthy of note
He owned not one boat
And wore a horned hat when he went mountain biking
Soda
Cumulus clouds
Biking, running, hiking
Triathlon, walk, mountain, top
Drinking, bathing, fishing
Sunny, torridly
Pop
|________________________|
Penned on November 11, 2014!
Harley came from Littleport
To fight the Civil war
Then staying on,to father a son-
From Fens to fame,via a bike
On a Harley-Davidson.
Tribute to the founder of the Harley family of motor biking fame.
Biking through Salt Lake City
Homes of well knit, croquet stature
With Oxford fountains flowing
Forcibly pin my eye
I pedal a block to see streets missing teeth
Bank signs, chipped paint and amazon lawns
She loves cool, crisp breezes along the shore
Warm smiles and rom-coms she's cried to before
She loves fall, dogs and biking
Babies, laughter and hiking
But somehow, she doesn't love me anymore
Written 10/17/22
Biking through winter's fog machine
as flakes swarm them to keep them warm,
kids exhale and are vaporized
from sight still clunking and clinking.
So much for fresh snow to unpack,
I wander across a
vanishing track.
On three levels, the last word
On tranquility.
Earth-world. Ballooning.
Biking, boating through.
And is there none, life-burdened
Who suffers for it!
Live on, be pitied.
If neither lightness of being
For the soul's healing
Will be sought of you.
Joy-ride thru biking
fitness’ push...
...faith-venture blessings*!
* Proverbs 28:20 A faithful man shall abound with blessings.
September 21, 2018
2nd place, "Biker's Dozen" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Maureen McGreavy; judged on 10/3/2018.
Strength
Muscular, powerful
Weightlifting, hiking, biking
Physical, strong, exhausted, faint
Walking, talking, resting
Drained, shaky
Weakness
My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness ~ 2 Corinthians 12:9
Not Iowa---Idaho
Not Ohio---I-DA-HO
That's a very old joke, you know,
and it's still not funny.
No, I hate skiing
And mountain biking
No, not corn. Potatoes
And Mormons
Yes, it really IS a state. Look it up.
What's there?
Endless desert
What's there?
Nothing
Nothing but me.
Mountain is where my soul belongs,
Biking around with soothing songs.
It’s a better place to live,
With pretty views and nothing to give.
Nothing to worry about,
Going where takes you the route.
Snow falling onto your hair,
Purity in the heart and air.
Walking across the streets,
Where the rivers meet.
Summer
hot, muggy
swimming, surfing, drinking
heat, picnics, people, beaches
running, playing biking
sunburn, suntan
Summer
Down at the park
no biking
no spitting
no littering
no loitering
no children
no running
no walking
no skipping
no singing
no sweating
no flipping
no picnicking
no body
Kathy Collins
October 21, 2013
P.S.
I used to live in a town where you were allowed to jog as long as you didn’t sweat. Anything perspiration-related in public was forbidden.
an hour farther...
(and, two farts uneven)
hollowed be my gain...
my biking done...
in a...
sky of sun...
as unearthed...
(and it be more even)
live as this day be an...
hour of daily-bread...
for gifts and...
as our trash passes....
forgive trash others pass
(a gain for us)
we leave knots of temptation
but as livers can't even all
(ah man : )
stan
Exercise Fanatic Viking
Biking
Viking
Viking Good at Volleyball
Spiking
Viking
If Vikings had Invaded Thailand
Viking
Thai King
An Eye-catching Viking
Striking
Viking
Norseman on Foot
Hiking
Viking
Viking Jockey
Horseman
Norseman
The Epitome of the Viking
Gorier
Warrior
May 15, 2022
for A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Maia turns nine today
Apple of my eye
I've said a thousand times
And at 2:30 I'll pick you up from school
Then take you to your gymnastics class
And then home where a surprise party awaits you.
Oh, how I'd like to see your face surprised!
How time flies
And I hope in the years I have left
Your Lolo will enjoy being with you
Laughing, surprising, playing,
Biking, eating and just having fun.
I'm trying to save the world today.
The glory moment.
Finish the novel.
Feed the children.
Fill their souls.
Redeem the soul of the world.
Hand back their dignity.
Sign off on full disclosure.
Biking right through the bourgeoisie.
Let them see.
I am the light.
Shining from sea to sea.
Do you hear me?
Paul Revering?
So send me home
Or let me roam.
Any way is the way,
Since I'm trying to save the world today.