Track Poems - Poems about Track

...a neat freak is compulsive excessive and obsessed their day revolves around cleaning a neat freak has a one-track mind and will not budge their focus their one true friend is bleach a neat ......Read the rest...

...Still...Is life. On a precipice. Leave your lights down low, and listen... to this idle track, of intellections, I know, will not survive, past ......Read the rest...

...How lucky we are the Olympics Will be starting, this Friday, in France! After all this political trauma, We can wake from this terrible trance. We can focus on swimming and tennis, Gymnastics ......Read the rest...

...Why would we conceal our delight, as bliss within our form pulsates, throbbing thus by day and by night, transmuting form as God dictates? We wonder why sages hold back, refusing to share thei......Read the rest...

...Nobody knows my quiet joy is loud as thunder Despite the outward appearance of quietness My inner joy is immense and powerful like thunder, Don’t get it twisted nor cross, I am not m......Read the rest...

...Talking sweetly, we walked slowly Then you hit me in the back Like a boulder I was rolling Down the hill and down the track That’s the friendship I’ve beknown Still a great surprise to me Wh......Read the rest...

...Greatness Through Grief I never experienced this much pain How do you gain The composure of emotions Mentally, you are in another zone Emotionally, I want to be left alone Physically, you......Read the rest...

...Where were you when the wind starts to blow? Where you when you I created the show, where were you when my hands were stiff, where were you when I got stuck in the ditch? I have been crying for he......Read the rest...

... It stands propped against a wall in my memory, that green two wheeler bike, my first, bought second hand from a neighbor. A deep, gravel graze I got from learning to ride it, I swear, st......Read the rest...

...Never imagine Life so fast track: phone, credit card Bullet train, divorce.......Read the rest...

...You see that there? That’s Sinter’s Cross, on the bluff by the stream, a cross has stood there with his name since eighteen eighty-three. That was the year John Sinter fell, but I’ll not skip ah......Read the rest...

... “Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep And doesn’t know where to find them. Leave them alone and they’ll come home, Bringing their tails behind them.” * * ......Read the rest...

...Mom of 13 siblings was the last to pass. Behind a hung draped sheet that parted the bedroom she was in, from the living room, she saw Grandpa prepare wooden crates used to pack mangoes, guava......Read the rest...

...The two year old mahogany stallion's nostrils flared out mist in the cool April morning, his veins prominent, his sweat frothy on his regal neck and muscular chest. His exercise rider, a youth him......Read the rest...

...The football is good, sir keir is in.' The sun is out Maybe some cheer is needed? So that tells Me the clouds might stay unseeded? Soon the euro Luvvies will be waxing, their hulls to sail the se......Read the rest...