Short Run Up Poems
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it wasn't a plane
it was near the range
where i was train
it was a hard thing
had to run up and down A ramp
it was a
BOOT CAMP
the we work has to be done
from day one
we hump
and jump
move our rumps
it was insane we jump out of plane
run up and down hills
i was
TRAIN TO KILL
My dog has run up to my face
Gives me a bath with little grace
Licks every spot
Even my snot
Seemingly without any disgrace
Russell Sivey
they run up
its not a buff
they like to around
up and down
in swing
tis there thing
its been that way
and every summer day
from the start
KIDS IN THE PARK
Now that this football season is o’er
And the Bulldogs are champions no more
Still give Kirby a raise
And let’s pray for the days
We’ll play ‘Bama and run up the score
How much better
The portrait of your home is,
when painted with puppies and kittens,
Who, when you die,
run up to greet you, lapping and loving you,
At heaven's gate.
How much better
The portrait of your home is,
when painted with puppies and kittens,
Who, when you die,
run up to greet you, lapping and loving you,
At heaven's gate.
Finding My Teddy Bear
Oh, cuddly
Teddy Bear
Run up stream
With me
To fresh springs
Im·pet·u·ous-ness
Spread in softness
Under a tree
connie pachecho
3/9/17
Spring
Gone is the cold wind.
Now is the time of sunshine.
Bringing singing birds.
As spawning fish run up stream.
Traversing rapids to home.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
A wild eyed host shrieked, “Buy this pill!”
With a grin that said I no longer feel chill
Then the side effects roared
The host’s words cut like a sword
“Diarrhea so violent it may run up hill!”
Escape the pain
Run up to your room
Shut the door
Shut your eyes
Shut your mind
Don’t say a word
Don’t cry
Don’t whine
Just lay in your bed
Run away into your mind
Escape the pain
Let everything fade away
Hey, hey, Diddle, Diddle
Big run up the middle.
They won in over time by two.
With the Super Bowl win
Dinner is a Prime Rib.
Lose, cold humble pie and stewe.
Entered in the Brian Strand poetry contest.
#1178. 1/30/23
I run up the steps..
jumping over the pitfalls..
then wink at the sun..
"Top of the world" contest
written by Michael J Falotico
A cat found a nice escape
lounging outside by a tree;
A squirrel above catches sight
and thus starts an acorn fight;
The cat is smacked in the head
not too dizzy for revenge;
Little feet run up the tree
right into a kitty frenzy.
There is snow on her coat, her ****, and her eyelashes
She has run up the hill in spurts and weird little dashes
Her breathing is labored, she remembers now she is an asthmatic
Her inhaler is where? Too bad carrying it with her is not automatic
honey rays sunbeams
enter through window
old oak tree's leaves dance
squirrel run up trunk
mate sits on back fence
feel recliner
yorkie silk hair
porcelain cup
forced vent warm air
news station
dog barking
ears ringing
coffee
bacon
eggs
Naked trees,dressed by springs fashion.
Birds seek refuge in the sleeves of trees.
Warm breeze run up the trees sleeves.
Feathers are cleaned by a brush of wind.
Spring gives birth to a clean look. The best
designer the world could have. Springs fashion
show my eyes must have.
Every time I take a trip
I lose a card.
Sometimes it’s a debit card.
(Oh no! I can’t get any cash!)
Sometimes it’s a credit card.
(Oh no! I can’t run up more bills!)
But I’ve never had a trip
that didn’t ultimately end
in finding out, to my chagrin,
I’d lost a card.
oooo lets du it
i got mi bullets up now i can i cock back
run up in ya spot just to get mi gwap back
lookin out for the niggas
posted in gfield wit the trappas
gfield a blaze the fire we got it
me and my gun simese ..twins
i think we look alike betta yet again
NOT DONE YET
Form:
oooo lets du it
i got mi bullets up now i can i cock back
run up in ya spot just to get mi gwap back
lookin out for the niggas
posted in gfield wit the trappas
gfield a blaze the fire we got it
me and my gun simese ..twins
i think we look alike betta yet again
NOT DONE YET
Form:
I am a squirrel
Brown black as the ground
I tumble Flip and Flop
Birds chase me
I gather nuts to eat
Other rodents not as pretty
I can leap from tree to tree
limb to Limb
I can run up and down
a tree
I am a squirrel
6/3/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
I run and run and run
down the valleys I run
up the mountains, into swamps
snakes chase me, thorns in my feet
but I run and run up, down, everywhere
face to face with a wild cat I come
I ordered it to stand still then turn back
but one thing I come to believe
the will to live is more powerful than the fear of death
Table set with yummy things -a
Holiday for food
Apple pie and pumpkin roll- that
Nice Aunt Donna brings
Kids run up and down the stair
Singing through the day
Giving thanks for childish things
In each and every way
Very hungry gentlemen
Inspecting every dish
Needing each a plate or ten- a
Grand Thanksgiving wish!
Being Fully Human
Let's run up the flowery hill!
Then roll in giddiness, down, down, down.
At the bottom , we can rest!
Looking up at the sky, it's God's best.
Come on, now! Let's jump in a brook,
This is no time to read a book!
Get out of our heads, be one with nature!
This is our moment, glorious, sunny statureL
5/28/2019
11:05am PST
i'll never fear your
pelvic beard it's
as natural as
the hair
on my
chinny
chin
chin
so i'll huff
and i'll puff
but i'm not
much of
a gruff
wolf
that
would
blow your
house down
so Norma Jeane
stand over a subway
grate don't hesitate to
let its hot air run up your
legs and puff your dress up
to a parachute so i can fly away
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