Sprints Poems - Poems about Sprints

...Politely, thank you for engaging me But transform myself? No, thank you Leap for me, like a bullfrog under a blood moon in the heart of Guatemala Sing for me, like a gilded bird in a Tiffany be......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...An orange cat slithers into the middle of her empty lap out of thin air, like orange juice poured into a little tumbler out of an enormous jug, holding more, more, more of the same. Cats ha......Read the rest...

...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 gu......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...Argentina's son, a lineage to immigrants shaped by boyhood aspirations diminutive left foot striker taunted "dwarf" in childhood his growth hormone deficiency overcome thr......Read the rest...

...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 s......Read the rest...

...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 h......Read the rest...

...I was sitting in our doctor’s office, waiting to be X-rayed, to learn if there’d been more than just a sprain to right knee, Whining to my mother how I’d had so many injuries it seemed as though the......Read the rest...

...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 s......Read the rest...

...A yip And a yap And I am Out the door fast With a dog in front That really needs to go He sprints outside And I follow in his stead Only staying in the yard So I’ll only close The door to t......Read the rest...