Short Run Like The Wind Poems
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Sure you've heard the term, “touch and go”
The phrase “touch and run”, is safer you know
If you value your skin
Better run like the wind
An uninvited feely is frowned on, dear soul
Sure you've heard the term, “touch and go”
The phrase “touch and run”, is safer you know
If you value your skin
Better run like the wind
An uninvited feely is frowned upon, dear soul
My friend is known for a horsey type grin
Along with his whinny, he can run like the wind
Through fields of clover
Don't mind his odour
Just hold onto your schnoz and try not to wince
My friend is known for a horsey type grin
Along with his whinny, he can run like the wind
Through fields of clover
Don't mind his odour
Just hold onto your schnoz and try not to wince
I looked above the other day.
I know that I am good and ready for a change.
Why can’t I catch up with life?
It’s getting ahead of me.
I run like the wind, as it chases the brownest leaves on the trees.
Where can I turn?
I'm sure you're aware of the term, “touch and go”
The phrase “touch and run”, is more dangerous you know
If you value your skin
Better run like the wind
An uninvited feely is frowned on, dear soul
© Jack Ellison 2015
Life's a struggle a battle
within, everything around
you seems rather dim.
A light shines upon you,
energised like superman by
the sun. You run like the wind,
Seemingly racing and chasing
to win.
Slow down it's already done!
Your family and friend
support you and Jenna's the
one. You've already won.
You'll soar like the eagle, life
holds in-store for you so much
more. Be bold step up to the
mark. Push through the wall,
reach destiny's goals.
Form:
I was born to run like the wind!
Alas, age took away my legs!
I can no longer keep a steady pace,
as I try to walk away,
my pain will not subside!
All I feel is my morning cries
as I rise it brings bleeding tears!
I’m growing weak before my eyes,
Losing control brings my worst fears.
Oh, if I could run
as I did when I was young!
Why must age destroy?
Why must pain always erase
the feel of a body strong?
9/4/16
For the Write One poetry contest
I am a Beautiful Girl, living with Autism.
I leap, dance, and spin around circle while I try to make sense of the world around me.
I am a Beautiful Girl,
I sing, I jump, and I run like the wind.
I am a Beautiful Girl,
When the world around me becomes too much I scream, shout, hide, or even bang my head.
I am a Beautiful Girl,
With a beautiful spirit and God made me unique, I am a human being that just wanted to be understood and to be treated with respect.
I am a Beautiful Girl!