Track Poems - Poems about Track

Having, with hope and faith, overcome past moonless night-like trials and tribulations, I meet today's sunshine-ones with Gilead's balm; Be aware that each living day and night has its race, and there is no need to jump the...Read the rest...

Skip-skip-skip like a cd that stops playing once it hits track number nine current mindset is one of which I can't skip over. I'm reading my life through these lyrics Humming to the melody of my own heart. beating...Read the rest...

If my car has GPS, I do not know it Can people track me? Follow me? Stalk me? If I was super interested, I might open the manual But that book is six thousand pages thick And the teeny...Read the rest...

Side A: Players of an album made... Vinyl, cassette, CD. Audio output displayed To ears of you and me. Mono in the days of old For output of a song. Better mixing would unfold When stereo came along. Physicality was more Abundant way back when. One...Read the rest...

Jumping might be my favorite word or frolicking, prancing, dancing anyway, it’s something with an ing ending I can assure you of that I get sick of throwing down the same words feeling redundant and trite once again I have no...Read the rest...

I could see the way you look at him when he sat down in that chair, all the life had gone out of him and he collapse on the ground looking at the sky above...Read the rest...

Still...Is life. On a precipice. Leave your lights down low, and listen... ...Read the rest...

There's an overgrown track partially hoggled and hooned where a wizened old hagglefud made spells and priffoond a great many years ago but still no-one dares to tronk up the track in case she befrares and cooks them in dopple soup boils them in...Read the rest...

Title: Wind on our back A camp counselor once, I thought I should glide I ran fifteen miles, at the airport applied A pilot took me up, above the Pocono grass But I got airsick when the plane took...Read the rest...

Get in your room now,” as daddy fashioned a gun. Mom grabbed me and her facial expression was undone, something must be wrong, I ask she looked at me and welts started to run, down we hunkered under the...Read the rest...

it's quite good actually Jericho likes it - but i'm struggling not to giggle as i lie on the bed in the middle of the night my wife is not giggling she is asleep but i am certain i heard giggling through...Read the rest...

A déjà vu? What can I say? I know the track so well. It is so dark yet treacherous. I am not afraid. Careful, here is a curve, it almost turns onto itself. An old oak tree stands...Read the rest...

time's sub-tracks tie-me to a now that's as some... pre-sent present pressing to pass-age in a timeless aware-nest stans sand ...Read the rest...

Everyone believes that the path they go through every day is well-known, In fact, it's a track to unknown ...Read the rest...

In a dream, beneath Columbus' watchful gaze, Where the capitol’s dome with the blue heavens waltz, Strolling alongside the Governor, in harmonious ways, Our footsteps chanced upon the city's hidden vaults. Dusk beckoned, a murmur urging us to roam, Cleveland,...Read the rest...