Sprints Poems | Examples

A Sad, Decrepit Sight

          looking 
         worse for wear
   at the mercy 
of winter's harsh elements.
          a stray dog,
                    sad of eyes,
clothed in all black 
             to match her mood.
emaciated and weather-beaten;

a labrador retriever 
        with her tail 
tucked behind her hind legs
        softly whimpering 
                    shivering.
oh, you poor thing...
how far is your home?
       scared 
             untrusting 
                  of strangers; 
 perennially running 
             from rescue.

with a looped leash,
I approach, again....
she takes a step back 
I come closer...closer....closer...
she turns 
      and sprints away.

I won't give up,
           I'll do my best...
to help bring you in...
      from the cold.

Snippets of Spring vol 2

Lyricism of wisteria ruses…peacocking muses gushing tomes

Classicism flocking..roams & woos homes not garden gnomes

Colourful creepers cruising..schmoozing with boisterously blushing bricks

Spring exudes mysticism..oozes oodles of bamboozling serendipity flushing

Cherished fingers rushing freely..delivers..unctuous ravishingly rambunctious

Relished slivers lavishly lingers..embellished..proudly protrudes

Inspires rhyming platitudes about gratitude...fires fresh

Attitudes across a range of altitudes & latitudes

Sprinkling wryly of vintner's drily sparkle...ends strange debacle...

Skint stints of wily skinflint winter’s splinters..with hints of now..Spring sprints

But also somehow.. if one squints..get an inkling of change..

Glints of summer's tints slyly twinkling

Sky Paths

geese are arriving or going
straight lines crisscross the sky
a history of contrails
in a blue honking yonder

under
a brightly birthed daylight
eyesight cannot settle
but dazzles
upon fleeting wingtips

geese continue to fly
through gaps in time
ghost planes still roar
over unseen horizons

a peddle bike and hunched rider
whoosh past me
a streetlamp sprints
around my eyes

whichever way I go
the sky gets there before me
only to redraw the shape
of what has only just now -
occurred

The Songbird Of Spring

One sunny morning sweet small Sue sees sitting up,
in a sapling a songbird is seated on silky flower cup.
It’s a scarlet vested slim and shy swirling Robin,
she sighs sad, “so long your show I haven’t seen”. 

“Skipping winter snow I soar, my swift wings I spin”,
small Robin sings, “for you scenic spring sends me in”.
At sunrise the Robin sprints on the spray of sun ray,
Sue strides on surge of joy, so it shines her smiling day.

Wind

It creeps around the corners	
It moans about the eaves		
A rapid fork of lightning		
Sparks beyond the trees		
My pulse gallops skyward		
As a sudden fear sets in		
The birds have ceased their chirping	
Will this madness never end?	
Oh, it makes my blood run cold	
To hear the gusting squall		
It creeps around the corners	
And sprints halfway down the hall	
Make it stop, make it stop,	
I can’t bear it anymore			
As a blast so strong			
Stabs at my very core			
Then morning dawns at last	
And the sun peeks out			
My breath again resumes		
Going in, going out
Until the restless night
Once more comes to call
Monstrous Zephyr from the West
Endlessly casts its pall

The Race I Failed To Run

In endless steps, I chased the line,
This path I tread, my halt in time.
Each stride I take, a half to go,
A journey bound by fractions solved.

Infinity in finite bounds,
Where motion stalls and thought grew large.
Achilles sprints, the tortoise leads,
My race defined by endless time.

Forever near, forever far,
Where reason left me, here I fall.

His Name is Not Superman

   He jumps into his pants
     gulps down an espresso 
   Fairly flies out the door
     caught up in the flow  

  Sprints to the corner
     squeezes onto the bus
  His name is not ‘Superman’
     ~ He’s just one of us

Breaking News

david looks at the guy

big
very big

Intelligent
not dumb at all
fast for his size
athletic

the young man picks up a pebble
looks ruefully at his crappy sling

The crowds going wild
jeering
catcalling

david grins
he has good teeth
he's a looker

goliath rubs his forehead
he feels a headache coming on

fortunately

david sprints away
to pray

Penny Loafers

Penny loafers; muffling, shuffling, slipping, sliding symbols of a generation.
The rings of alarm clocks, sprints to an office, and evenings  in dance hall gyration.
Low, feminine shoes, a Post-War fad, that were prized for their disarming fabrication, 
And preferred instead of the high-top boots, worn by men during War's mobilization.

Slaves of the feet, piously worn, softly they entered the Church of the Reverent; 
Or briskly  moving on tired, leather soles down the long halls of the U.S.Government.
Hail! The shimmering, scintillating coins shining brightly with romantic sentiment.
Gaudy, nerdy pennny loafers. Comfy on the feet and ready for a compliment.

Letting It All Hang Out

Below the gray blah canopy
Suffering from bad attitude
and seasonal psychosis
The human race sprints
No finish line required
and Everyone wins gold
Music blaring
Bikini tops daring
Exposed guts not caring
Rooftop gogo dancer staring
At me
Ok, maybe that's vice versa
Its a poolside, post-graduate MTV Spring Break
Some of us much more "post" than others
The glaze and haze of Vegas
Sprawling in the manner built for Caesar
Decadence is the Neighborhood Watch
Where every citizen is
On patrol
On Patron
All far gone
Judgment
By them or ourselves
Left town for lent
Or excommunicated at the stake
Where loungers and readers
And tricksters and treaters
are one
Tighter than conjoined twins
playing with crazy glue in Texas heat
And the ways that used to be
And the ways we wish there were
And the ways we can rent by glass
Are included in the price of admission
Guilt not included
As everyone drops their towels
Hoping for someone to pick them up.

(9/7/13)

My Best Friend

He sits up; alert
His head turns sideways, I swear with a grin
He slowly performs an extended stretch
A furrowed brow; my best friend

It's a pattern of behaviors
A Pavlovian routine I've come to know
Its as if he's trying to prepare me 
For the extreme love he's about to show

He leans into my leg
He slings a string of slobber across my shoe
I scratch him behind the ear
And good lord, he almost comes unglued

His tail wags wildly
He sprints around and around
He's here with his own special person
And he thinks - I'm the one he's found

As he begins to tire
He lays right beneath my feet
Occasionally he turns to look at me
Hoping I'll provide an extra treat

He's a mans best friend
A human stress and anger vaccine
He's not a therapist or a life coach
His set of skills are canine unique

As he prepares for the evening
He performs an extended stretch for the night
He curls up in a ball
Everything in both our worlds is just right

Did You Enjoy It

Off-season training
    running, lifting weights 
  Grueling workouts
    we loved to hate

  Pre-season practices
    10 pushups per lay-up missed
  Wind sprints brought on the blisters
    Complain? ~ from the team dismissed

  Then came the league games
    the chances for glory
  No post-season without a winning record
    lose too many, 'twas the end of the story

  A question nobody asked back then, 'Did you enjoy it?'
    Looking back, I'm glad I played, but ~ 'not even a whit!'

Leo Messi

I love a person small,
He sprints alike a young gazelle.
And when he turns afront the goal;
He does is so very well.

He's got seven ballond'ors,
And he's got six golden boots.
He's counting seven hundred and more
Of goals scored with his left foot.

He won hearts of generations
That have seen his two feet run.
He won the World Cup for a Nation
That has been dreaming for the sun.

He's a poet that runs in the field,
And the green grass kepps him through.
His courage is the only shield
That helped him go through.

All hail the king of football,
All hail heroes of the globe!
All hail the football GOAT
That wears the golden robe!

Merlin the Magical Cat

His eyes of gold;
peer into my soul
with a milk mustache 
he licks his fancy,
torn between two worlds
reality is magical,
says him so
needing to be free,
yet longing for a hand;
to scratch his silky locks
strike while you can
his finicky soul;
dances in the wind 
dreaming of playing again 
his sorcery is made of stone,
annoyed by your attention 
yet never wanting to truly be alone
his meow is a roaring fire;
piercing through the thickest of skulls
biscuits he serves by the claw,
treasuring every chance he gets to fall;
Quit to land on all fours,
he sprints so fast;
you could say he's climbing up doors.

The Devil Takes the Night Off

Think about the exertion
The schedule insatiable
The orgasmic rounds
He has to make
Greasy, idle hands
Come calling
Sleazy wild glands
And their sweet appallings
Every night
Every day
The sordid sprints and marathons
In every indulgent way
How many ****
Can one guy fondle
How many cocks
Can inspire a rondle
The King of Sleaze
Has begun to wheeze
So grant him respite
Before those horns of plenty
Fail to connect or sustain
His wicked signal of sin.

(2/16/19)

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