Sprints Poems - Poems about Sprints

... Lyricism of wisteria ruses…peacocking muses gushing tomes Classicism flocking..roams & woos homes not garden gnomes Colourful creepers cruising..schmoozing with boisterously blushing bricks ......

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...Meandering meadows broken by a tossing garbling brook…boulders embossing...marbling and moss flossing Awoken whispers spoken..cantankerous coughing eddy wheezes..then a curmudgeonly icy mirror hus......

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...ENOUGH! I felt deaf from the ‘noise’ of information, constantly butting, buzzing against my mantra of: “The quieter you are… the more you… hear!” At present, my lifestyle felt media manipulated......

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...He knows he has to run; it’s imperative. He sprints down a trail, passing tall pines on both sides. His eyes dart everywhere around himself as he surveys every large rock or bush that he goes d......

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...There's a perfect distance to stand from the mirrored wall in the dance studio at the gym. I'll admit, I can get a bit love locked with my own image from the distance of 1.5 - 2 metres. I presume it'......

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...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 fleet......

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...Shall I stay in this place and wither away and watch my youthful days fade away, shall I bear the agony of the sun and feel the cold wind moving in my bones when the day is done, the stagnant air fro......

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... 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 you......

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...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 ......

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...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 a......

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... 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 ‘Super......

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...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 j......

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...Back to normal The festivities are over, and the morning news is about the war in Ukraine, we are told how successful their army is shooting down 13 drones and killing a Russian in a boat. Re......

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...An anticlimactic sexual event... with Barb Black née Beebee to help set the ghost of little Willy Brandt free (a non German, but germane fellow courtesy Craigslist classified personals of m......

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...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......

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