Squats Poems - Poems about Squats

...As the sun goes west of my school building day's tiring trying work starts to windup ears tremble mildly to hear school bell ring Joy quickens to brush away lesser thing My own loving heart her......

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...It only hurts until you cry. The slammed door quietens, your baby eyes grow old, in the dark, where no one sees or cares. "Life!" She said, "You blink and it's still there, waiting for your ......

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...Resolved was I to exercise, To utmost try to slenderize. From flabby bod I'd poundage peel To Grecian god beneath reveal. But soon my straining torso frail Becomes complaining, moaning male......

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.... 'twixt the Spruce's sluggish draped 'bout hern already clothed she squats to engage the ......

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...“Every year is a chess game. New Year is a new chess game! You make the right moves, you win the game!” Mehmet Murat ildan Questions of resolutions for new years day. It's a c......

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...Sit-ups, planks, and crunches My push-ups done in bunches Deep heavy squats from the rack Deadlifts are good for my back Just pumping up my biceps And cutting up my triceps I'm swea......

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...his lean equine face with dust-brown eyes defines hardship a gaunt frame undernourished he squats on city pavement there in the crook of his neck and shoulder ......

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...At first I wondered if all things have been said already, spent by poets of the past. They stole our words. We found them stashed. We rearranged, often deranged the lines with slash marks and non......

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...Down in hell, that stronghold of sin. strange things stir, but let me begin. I'll get to the point. Some details I'll skimp. I tell the tale of a mischievous imp. Of two imps in fact, to be more ......

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...I can remember passing through this town as a child, stopping for a pie on our way north. Now it’s bypassed – barely more than a clot lodged in the spidery veins of a map. Most of the houses ......

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...Another day at the gym, Pumping iron for the swell. Aching muscles feeling grim, As I put myself through hell. Boneless chicken that I bake, Egg whites keep me lean. Protein powders in a shak......

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...I used to like barbells, enjoyed pumping iron, my Nautilus* gym was one happy environ. Those posters of 6-packs and marbled biceps inspired me to start counting carbs, pounds, and reps. M......

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...sitting indian style underwater learning to breathe easier when i float back up, she greets me with a smile that is all her own she squats down to kiss me i smile and pull her back for another ......

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...This feathered comedian sits perched on a suburban fence scanning for what crawls the ground or pokes a careless head up to break the surface of a backyard pond, stropps its beak to clean off ......

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...The wind rustles leaves against his dirty ankles. His focus is three feet to the front at the ground. Oversize clothes hang from his frame. A patina of ground in dirt and grime covers a s......

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