Running Poems - Poems about Running

I’ve been runnin' Out of breath, cold sweat, lungs burnin' But these legs, they move but they aint goin’ - no place, no distance can be found between the chased and the chaser cuz they’re one and the same The hunter the hunted, the stalker the stalked, the predator the prey, they’re all the same Maybe someday, I'll be free, but it’s hard to run from...

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Running, hiding. Still denying why are you trying. Another day that you say, you will get by anyway. The weight is heavy, I was clinging. Pain is low but I strive to fly high. High above the clouds. The seas arenceqshing loud. I don't hear it though, because your frequency is too loud. How funny it is,...

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I wonder how addled your brain has to be to want to suffer the slinging insults of buffoonery Tv news showing how cartoonery reality has become Each reporter is up to tomfoolery as they dig to the bottom to find something newsworthy like a skeleton hanging in the closet of your nursery Or a pirate lover with scurvy What a pervy They...

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Right and wrong are basic concepts, and like night and day, it's clear what sets them apart. Fight or flight warps my vision and clouds my sight when I stop listening to my heart. My world is changing so negatively; I am scared of what tomorrow may bring. Sky-high prices fuel inflation while sly grifters promote bitcoins, memes, and bling. Folks are tethered...

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I don't leave all at once, but slip away like ink running off old pages, Like a song you swore you'd never forget, until you do. It starts small—your name becomes foreign on my lips, Your messages remain unread, not out of anger, but from a strange helplessness. You don't ask why, maybe you don't notice, or maybe you...

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I lost my nest and am running through the flow of time. No one is there to realize the pain of my heart, I am alone and running through the flow of time. I found so many illusions and fears in path of that tide I found love, romance, and affection broad and wide. Which in my dream...

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I'm running out of time in this life of mine I'm not fine my sanity on the line and I'm running out of time...

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Rose, this time I'm too fat Let's run with me in the morning While there is not yet the sunrise Let's go to the oval and run. Let's get up and ride a bike with me Have the same bike, ride the same style Or buy another bike to ride Well, don't need, it's unnecessary. So only water left, I run and chase...

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Together as one we shall always be against the world just you and me They look and judge but never see for our love we are running free Too young to dumb to understand they never listen just command Lock you in a room like a cell away from you is living hell Apart we could never be we fled together running free I am...

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Running back Do running back do? Ha! I Caught ball Come O’ Kansas, come can’t wait To catch me yet Ball caught, clutch against my chest I run the ball a brisk running back receive, Handoffs from run the ball. Catch passes Kansas (catch me) if you can I runnin to ya… running back 2/5/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025© Dedicated...

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Running with pitbulls, I run with a pack/ Always on the prowl, and ready to attack that guitar/ Running with pitbulls, we bully that guitar/ And if you don't bully that guitar, you're not Running with me/ Who Running with me, to the point of no return/ I set the guitar on fire, and I'm screaming let...

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Eyes open wide She checks the clock Five more minutes Is what she wants What she needs Is a greater pull Feet touch the floor Toes curl Big stretch Eyes half open Light flicks on Splash of water Thinks of bed Teeth brushed Hair put up Eyes open again Clothes laid out The night before One sleeve Then the next Tired eyes Start to progress Stairs creak Knees crack She’s almost...

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little turkey pelt feathers fluff in wind--follows his drove through farmland he struggles to not fall back dust clouds rise beneath his feet...

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Maybe belonging Isn't about Finding something Maybe sometimes It's about Being found....

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Her mouth is running with the mind of water A constant barrage of words no one notices Until the room is flooded with them I sit on a wet couch, irritated now How do we stop the flow of words? I cannot ask her, for she never pauses to listen Verbs and adverbs hit the floor and flow into the hallway My...

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