Short Runners Poems
Short Runners Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Runners by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Runners by length and keyword.
gray sky sheds its tears
snowflakes drift lazily down
boy soaps up runners
Written November 16, 2022
A group of dreamers
Running through the maze of life
Chased by minotaurs,
Though most will fail, they rejoice
Knowing some will make it home
Once a witch with a wart on her nose,
And with runners in her pantyhose,
Went and traded her broom
For a Hoover vacuum.
Where she hoovered to, nobody knows.
I once knew an old man named Paul
who once with his back to the wall
did leap out with a yell
and what stories did tell
of runners who ran till they crawl..
Silence -- bases loaded,
Base-runners paused, mid-pose'
Caps set, brows of sweat.
Almost ready now. Here comes:
Pitch, Swing, Home Run, Cheer -- We Won!
it's the
start of
the end
the gun
has gone
off but
the runners
have not
so
it seems
a new beginning
for the not running
sport of sorts
has made
history
Form:
M-inutes
A-re
N-ature's
T-ime
R-unners
A-s
N-ight
A-nd
A-nother
G-ray
A-re
R-eplaced
W-ith
A-pparent
L-ight
Topic: Poetess (Mantrana Agarwal)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
in
reluctant
teardrops
plop
visions
of my field
of dreams
a bloody
track
of cinders
where
schemed
lithe
runners
to box me in
and ere
i fell
this
lonely race
become
my requiem
My slippers when I needed to comfort,
My winter boots to endure the cold,
My rain boots to withstand the worse storms,
My heels to feel desired,
My runners for health and vitality,
She was my shoe tree.
Limerick : Once a Time-Keeper at race Marathon
Once (a) Time-Keeper at race Marathon
Decided to keep time on the run
He kept looking at watch
Runners forgot to watch
Ended up in Tower of London.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Internally expoding.. Premier seat (p o v)
Point-graphic.' Its all blurry and so blue.'
jacint'a allan, Victoria is wide awake now'
I think get out your best runners; oh wow.'
Jacint'a Hong Hong, or even China is for you.'
A futile, or is it? scream at time to slow down.
A hello to other runners in this human race
A timid whisper through shrouds yet unworn
Some more words of comfort to following friends
Or just an ego seeking solace in achievement.
Running after Midnight is eerie
Passing mile twenty-one, weak and weary
All other runners finished early
A few quaint and curious are waiting
Some encouraging, some baiting
Only this and nothing more
Quoth my sore feet “Nevermore”
Raise your children please.
It is only sex
Sad they think this way
One date, and in bed.
Disservice to youth
Celebrity
Expectancy?
You really think?
True and honest?
Movie stars
Life runners
Fore fronters
Esteem
Revere
Worship
TV
the runners cursive
upon new fallen winter
rake leans against rails
11/5/2019
A late Fall or Early Winter Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Tania Kitchin
runners - either of the longitudinal pieces on which a sled or sleigh slides
Tender blooms
Modest buds
Novel blossoms
Flamboyant artwork
Emerald runners
Dynamic intelligence
Nonchalant gusts
Dreamy fragrance
Zealous songbirds
Embellished Nature
Unhampered, generous
Spring’s influx
Smita Kulkarni
03/08/2021
The running of the bulls in Pamplona
Is part of the San Fermin Festival
What excitement awaits the mayor’s call
To win accolades is “muy bona”
Escaping bull’s piercing horns is daring
Runners like the danger they are sharing
They seek prize, adulations “corona”.
Democratic front-runners take the stage
All fired up with Progressive rage
Medicare for All, a higher minimum wage
~ The audience wonders about their age
Ages as of Election Day 2020:
Bernie Sanders - 79
Joe Biden - 77
Elizabeth Warren - 71
Think On This 2
Tom Wright
9/3/2010
Life is a marathon & death its finish line.
In our youth, we sprint away from youthful indiscretions.
But youthful indiscretions,
become memories, that are long distance runners.
They always seem to be right there at the finish.
Runners in the park;
dogs a-barking.
Jackdaws in the sky;
morning light sparkling.
The calmness of dawn,
greets the brightness of day.
The serene atmosphere gives way,
to the activity of day.
Walking in solitude,
Surrounded by life.
How did this,
become my life?
Pumpkins shaking on the vine ,
what the bloody hell this time,
runners crawling cross the field ,
towing pumpkins its unreal...
Jack the horse," it's feeding time."
"how about some red red wine?"
true story mine ....Don
ole quarter horse Jack just knew how to get him a feed...
Lovebird runners we are, lost in our love
Escaping from the haters
Eloping to new world
Written by Njeri
Contest: in praise of kimo
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Visual #3
Written 2/15/15
Ground fruit
Grows on runners
Tastes so sweet
No greater fruit
Is there ever
To eat
A temptation
Succulent
Sexy with cream
Used the right way
It could make you
Scream
The strawberry
Red, decadent
Wild, a fruit
Of passion, it’s filled
I’ll feed to you
Now then
Move in for
The kill
The Phillies are not scoring many runs.
They’re leaving runners on base.
Zeros are on the board.
Get it together.
Bad hitting and bad pitching
does not win you games.
Not many victories come
when you score three or less runs.
No postseason play
if you lose too many games.
Play like a winner.
It’s a hunger for you
One you can’t satisfy
You settle down
Then you wonder why
Tie one down
Then on to the next
With little mind
To those you oppress
But without runners
There is no race
No way for you
To taste the chase
With your sly tongue
And your foolish smile
Recruiting isn’t hard
But you’ll bore after a while