Short Trotting Poems

Short Trotting Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Trotting by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Trotting by length and keyword.


At It Again

Travels with the largest delegation 

Ever to leave these shores

Globe-trotting is his passion

Yet itching are the taxpayers’ sores!
Form: Rhyme


The Breath of Trotting


J-ogging
U-ses
L-egs
I-n
E-xercise
T-o

V-alidly
E-nergize
L-ungs
A-nd
S-imply
C-atch
O-xygen

©bfa060125
Monocrostic (Birthday of Juliet Velasco)
Form: Other

Premium Member A Beguiling Cat

A beguiling cat does everything for gain.
His innocently jaded, kindly, loving, mein -
not only prevarication,
quietly raising station,
trotting up, vexingly, while xeriscaping your zone.
cat
Form: ABC

Premium Member Oscar-Ku 29 -Around the World In 80 Days

Phileas Fogg's trek
wild globe-trotting travelogue...
fun Passepartout






Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "Hollywood Haiku" via wattpad.com
© Mark Toney  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Young Philly Born

Young Philly
Just born
Wobbly legs
Feet are cold
Trotting, galloping
Now running through this storm
Breathing air through his nostrils
Blazing through maple fields
Oh sweet grace
What a burst of joy


Premium Member Trotting Running Rabbits-

cool midnight summer
a domestic, rabbits trots
despite loud crickets
 
midnight summer cool 
rabbits trots across the grass
despite the thickets


8/30/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Robin In the Snow

Squirrel said, “Here comes robin, trotting in the snow.”
His little feet are not moving fast, he is really quite slow.
Are those his relatives behind him walking in a row?
At this pace, they might not reach us until the April flowers grow.
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member P Q R S T

pretty purple paisley ponies prancing away
quintessential queens quirkily quipping one day
respectfully raising radiant raptors red and gray
spectacular spotlights shimmying a smooth sashay
terrific trotting trembling truckers down by the bay
Form: ABC

Someone Behind Me

I can't see but feel.
The dog's trotting, sniffing on all sides;
bark, runs towards me, stops and ran back,
maybe looking for someone
or maybe something lost in a past life
Who's behind me?
Suddenly I realized.
the dog had chased my own shadow.

Premium Member Huh

three trotting turtles
slowly raise a cloud of dust
neck and neck finish

six hissing serpents
surreptitiously slither
escaping their pasts

three city ground hogs
shaking their "jay-lo" booties
cross against the light

John G. Lawless
©6/13/2023
Form: Senryu

No People About

On a clear evening, I hear the silence in the sky
The din of distant traffic breaks it below
A fox’s claws trotting on the pavement
Demonstrate a moment of tranquillity
No people about 
Just the large moon above
And about it mars revolves

©dbyrne april 2014

Clouds

Resting
Clouds above the
sea.  Trotting white horses
with white knights.  Make a white wall to 
Defend 

Defend!
Against the black
sea storm of Black horses 
And knights, who march on the white wall  
Slowly 
Surly 

I see
Clouds floating at
sea.  The sun out, a storm
coming.  But I believe in a 
Battle
Form: Cinquain

Grotto of Dusk

The hearth of
russet swirling
down the red pool,
 
cascading into the
drenched heath of
silhouetted blue.
 
Rivulets of brimming
dark curves trotting,
along the spires of
veiled hues.
 
The sabre palms
brooding in sober 
silence.	
 
The groping stream
gazing over the lore
of the vivid sand.

Leave Love To the Brave

LOVE shoves us into glistening meadows,
Of unimaginable warmth, where ecstasy glows
LOVE also leads us to teary graves,
Of uncontainable darkness, where pain enslaves
So, teenage girls trotting over,
To find the four leaf clover
I say, leave love to the absolute brave
‘cuz, It’s more than just a fluttering rave!
Form:

Life..Is It?

Looking though
the looking- glass
peering, wondering
when will this end?
Duplicates swirling without hindering
my imagination
the colors, fox trotting
across my eyes
When the mountains laugh
their belated laugh
and when the birds cry
their distressing warbles
will the looking- glass mystery
ever
end?

Premium Member Beautiful Are That This Heavenly Plight-

O' darlings beautiful lovely heavenly bright as the stars above ~ Shine On awesomely Glitter song Praise Shine Glory this day ~ Pictures of your heart Nestle next to God Pilgrimage you walk ~ Trotting golden steps Following Christ Our Lord
2/2/22 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022

Premium Member A Fox Crossed My Path

A fox crossed my path in the woods today
  Trotting briskly on a leafy pathway
Of a sudden he jammed on his hind brakes
  Sniffed air redolent of felled trees and clear lakes

I imagine he determined I wasn't a threat
  The fox darted off; I broke out in a sweat...
Put my trusty wheelchair in gear in reverse
  Rolled my way home, composing this verse
Form: Couplet

Sparse Time

miniscule buds popping up
yet they never make a whisper
ants trotting in a line
rarely seen through my eyes
air flowing past my lips
all without 
a single acknowledgement through the process
countless lives wandering the universe
functioning all around
so much to be seen 
with sparse time
and not enough senses
to experience all
 in a single lifetime

Won'T You Take the Ischlabahn

Won't you take the ischlabahn? through mountain fields it lay,
Over svelte, jabbering brooks, the piff-paff plumes shall play.
Jumping, trotting, picking flowers is how we'll spend our day.

When we meet our destination, enjoyment won't be of use,
'Til we ride back together, smoking cigarettes in the caboose
And we'll hold Time up at gunpoint, until he makes a truce!
Form:

The Trickle of Wicken Fen

Listen to poem:
Blurred bushes rush by Brain bends Time out far across the fens A solitary heron flaps The pterodactyl lazy loads A flyover of long strokes Of reed brushes Eels writhe A dog trotting Leaps across the dyke A wand of estuary birds Cast up from the land Coloured sand vast across the morning sky The power when it comes Succumb The trickle of Wicken Fen.

Fierce Mooning

Trotting along;fighting death – 
with delaying techniques.
Chemo had failed.

Weeping Ashoka, how do I
name you differently ?
I may not see you again.

I am hurt, very badly.
Absolutely rooted, firmly
in autumn. My leaves were falling.

Pushing back the interface 
between smiles and tears;
the trespasser goes to moon.

It was traditional,
garlanding the poet-
who had killed his muse.




Satish Verma
art
Form: ABC

Horses In Beverly Hills

Concrete bedroom w/ lights & sound.
People gather across wet streets --
The click of a women’s heel --
Many clicks like horses trotting.
Herds of clunking mares fighting
for the prize.

Recognition in being the first horse
across the finish line
The first blue suit from Calvin Klein.

Our country is at war.
Kids are dying!

I know those things but do you know
when the Rolex store closes?

Premium Member Youth

Yearling struts its liberty in unstinting energy
Oblivious to reserve that shoes a gallop with dullness
Unaware of regret's stable and the binaries of age
Trotting between indolence and indulgence
Hot-blooded youth that knows the sway of vigor in
                                  every race, instinctive
                                  right out of the gate







Acrostic composed May 5/2023
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Exodus

(Exodus of Refugees)

Trotting over dried up dreams leaving love to die, identity to dissolve they let familiar terrains swim past view with everything slipping out of eye shot no looking back, the unknown stretches far ahead behind the hills, muffled cries die down
Nov. 13.2022 ~ Placed First in Brian's Contest~ Bite size poem. No 55 Sponsor- Line Gauthier
Form: Verse

The Whiff of Freedom

If I were a bird of short life span,
Gliding through the morning air,
Flapping wings of bright white tan,
Rising high for bodily care.

Were I the pride of all my fan’s,
Trotting around  in majestic wear,
Stretching my neck for out to scan ,
The cabbage leaves and a lovely pear.

Were I so scared of that evil man,
To fly into his cruel snare;
I would flutter around and wildly plan,
To free his hand from my sweet mane.
© Jai Garg  Create an image from this poem.

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