Short Cycling Poems
Short Cycling Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cycling by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cycling by length and keyword.
riding in tandem
rocky roads
feel less onerous
29/09/18
'Biker's dozen contest'
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
Voices
Silent screams
Rapidly cycling
Whispers of death and of darkness
Marckincia Jean
11/08/18
Free verse
The moon took possession
of the sky
a blank slate of atmospheric haze
punctuating
the seasonal sentence
of solar cycling.
Methods...
Of movement.
The flailngs of my mind.
Seen long ago,
And again...
I'm a contradiction of seasons.
A cycling paradox.
How old age and senile relate
Depends on cycling the flood gate
Forget zipper down?
Always leave it uptown?
Each a unique cognitive state
Amsterdam.
Calm, gentle.
Cycling, boating, walking.
Tulips, cobbles, bakeries, fresh air.
Eating, drinking, sight-seeing.
Modern, historic.
Holiday.
Our piano with silence speaks
The rickety rocking chair squeaks
Where Mama sits and stares each day
Music memories stored away
Our loved inheritance remains
Melodies cycling through our brains.
Father cannot go cycling as he is old
To him, his grown up son once told
"It will take you long to recoup
If fall down, you'll surely droop"
Father quietly prayed for his son to be bold.
16.8.2020
I was cycling by a mountain stream
when a big Harley rider did scream,
he was mad that I biked
in the lane that he liked...
It says Bike Lane! Your a** I should ream!!
Actually happened this past weekend.
beers...
cycle-path 'lodged hic' calls
be as...
a sigh-called 'a gee'
with respect...
some cycle-path sick mess
calling for...
a sigh-guy i trust
to drink and...
control sigh-caught hics
stan sand
Remember how you spent
half An hour
calculating It would be wetter
walking Not cycling
double underlined It
theN
Got the bus home
there came bridges
of...
diction
so 'airy' of
a...
'full loss of why'
that in-sight was
a...
'phi loss of eye'
focus on ideas without
any...
know-penning in the
cambridge dictionary
of...
philosophy
stans sand
Upright fluorescent streetlamp
Kind host of the village boys
Sweet memories twined with it
Cycling around the pole base
Playing hours with friends under
Mouth watering snacks nearby
Chat with girlfriend in starburst
As yummy as vendor’s trays!
Cycling as usual,
Along the road
By the river bank
In the countryside.
Old songs of the birds.,
from the woods
at the river banks
Rarely heard today
And some not heard again.
Yet,new tunes heard,
As fresh melodies unfurl
From birds newly arrived.
daisy summer and innocence
as the sweat glistens on the skin
when i'm cycling down the street
running with the pace of wind
spread my wings like a parachute
on a summer afternoon
music in my ears as i passes by the sea shore
as the flowers dances near the coast
Oh, wait!
I DO have one.
Tried to avoid it early on.
Tried to deny it when it happened
the first five or six times.
Broken, healing, broken, healing
cycling up spirals.
Every wound scars over
with less rigidness than
what got scarred.
How else could life possibly grow?
birth -life -death ^
afterlife cycling ~~~~~
< recycling >
Your breath
apon
my memories
Twirling
apon
loves weaponry
Cycling
between
lying signs
Out of this
whirling
I have climbed
Your breath
apon
my memories
Spinning
apon
loves treachery
Blowing
between
hurtful rhymes
Out of this
tornado
I have survived
I'm caught in a loop
Cycling around traces of you in my memory
I suffer the eternal entrapment that is you
I love you
And no matter my restraint
I can't seem to let you go
So I must go
Of to the edge of the earth
To the split in the horizon
The tip of happiness
Where I first fell in love
Jack - Jack - Jack - Jack
JackJackJackJackJack
Woodpecker hammers in my head.
Jack - Jack - Jack - Jack
JackJackJackJackJack
Clear and red comes from my head
Jack - Jack - Jack
JackJack - Jack
Yellow Jack-et talks to me
Jack - Jack
Painless - Jack__________________
Watch her ride.
Going on her own way.
Red hair streaming in her wake.
Watch her ride.
Still she wont stay.
Riding on till her legs ache.
Watch her ride.
Happy and gay.
Riding on with no mistake.
Watch her ride.
Simply for her own joys sake.
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Form:
It rained into dawn
The flood today is old pain
The heart eroded
I wade waist deep in
I should swim better in words
The promise drowned there
Next time I will touch
And feel what the eyes will miss
Love in countless clouds
The rain will end soon
And feet make prints in the sand
Memories made new
cheerless, wretched life
failure cycling
gaping rictus of
disheartened gloom
preying on
my soul’s regret
faith chagrined
headlong plummet
into darkness’
gaping maw
I depart
oblivion
On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me;
one dose of Covid,
breathless and restless,
tire and fatigue,
loose bowels and sickness,
sore throat and acne,
phlegm, cough and sneezes,
acute loss of smell,
aches and pains,
cycling high fever,
and a lung full of pure misery.
Singing is my hobby
For it boosts me
When I am in distress
It gives me a great bliss
One can sing while at work
And cycling gives a kick
When one sings and pedals
Crosses all the hurdles
Kills my solitude
Builds up my attitude
I love singing
For it keeps bringing
Energy umpteen
Day becomes a sheen..!