Sprints Poems - Poems about Sprints

... One sunny morning sweet small Sue sees sitting up, in a sapling a songbird is seated on silky flower cup. It’s a scarlet vested slim and shy swirling Robin, she sighs sad, “so long you......Read the rest...

...It creeps around the corners It moans about the eaves A rapid fork of lightning Sparks beyond the trees My pulse gallops skyward As a sudden fear sets in The birds have ceased their ......Read the rest...

...In endless steps, I chased the line, This path I tread, my halt in time. Each stride I take, a half to go, A journey bound by fractions solved. Infinity in finite bounds, Where motion stalls a......Read the rest...

... He jumps into his pants gulps down an espresso Fairly flies out the door caught up in the flow Sprints to the corner squeezes onto the bus His name is not ‘Super......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...