Exercise Poems

Exercise poems bring the best collection of short and long exercise poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great exercise rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these exercise poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on exercise are here for you.

Morning Exercise

Morning Exercise short poem

Good morning! with half-closed eyes you can see your life running like a fairy at the window shaking cherry flowers from her hair raising the train of her dress between her fingers it would have been unusual not to fall

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Uncertainty

Uncertainty long poem

With daily dose of exercises Body looks fit and trim routine activities are in tune Everything appears perfectly fine Enjoying the morning walk with the friend for ages is like a kick tonic to this childhood duo Self confidence zooming

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Mother And Child

Mother And Child prose poem

The deafening cry of the infant and the tiring but resounding smile of the mother herald the arrival of the little cradle to this mystical world of umpteen wonder The creaking sound of the child’s crying,suddenly and abruptly ending, with

Who Is A Female?

Who Is A Female? short poem

Who is a female? A question that consistently ponders me. Is she a mere piece of flesh and bone? Is she a puppet to dance at the tunes of the males? Is she the one to earn and make the

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“Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind”, so said Virginia Woolf and you have truly embodied her thoughts in actions by

To Mom

To Mom short poem

To mom: You were there when I took my first look at the world. And you heard my very first word. It was not just your care, but you showed gentleness And made me feel like I was the best.

Now here’s my bloody sonnet for today

Now heres my bloody sonnet for today sonnet poems

Now here’s my bloody sonnet for today, A trifle for my daily exercise; It’s best I try to keep it light and gay, Tho’ truly I am full of heavy sighs. My muse has been holding himself aloof, Yet condescends

Serene Attire

Serene Attire prose poem

Moments comes along in our life to be whatever it is Common to all or individually wrapped as hers or his From solitude to calamity is a range we are often dealt Consuming all and often sticks in memory of

Visit To Temple

Visit To Temple short poem

When the mind is happy when the mood is upbeat when the purse is full when the family is in tune when the friends encircle Then Life appears delightful A visit to the temple is just a formality God appears

Beware Of The Signs Of Coming Of Antichrist

Beware Of The Signs Of Coming Of Antichrist long poem

Antichrist denies that Jesus Christ is God who came in the flesh He Opposes God and Exalts himself above God He is the beast rising up out of the sea, having 7 heads and 10 horns Upon his horns 10

Arrow of Time: And Other Poems of Anonymity and Dissolution

Arrow of Time: And Other Poems of Anonymity and Dissolution poetry books

Chew Lawrence would disclaim that his first collection is a body of metaphysical poetry, yet his poems are metaphysical in that they pose questions about the fundamental nature of reality and posits the poet’s tentative answers concerning it. Unlike the

Woke

Woke long poem

I am happy and honored to embrace it. Never again will I refuse to face it. This world is not my home, I am linked to the stars. Tho’ my feet on Earth do roam, My power flows from afar

Leave Me Alone

Leave Me Alone long poem

No thanks…I don’t feel like doing that today Tomorrow isn’t good for me either…can’t you Take a hint I just wanna be alone but you keep Trying to change me and my life well it may not Be much of

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Dream Of Being In A Trefoil Tunnel

Dream Of Being In A Trefoil Tunnel long poem

A Dream of Being in a Trefoil Tunnel In one out-of-body, space, time and dream, I am a shade swooshing in a trefoil stream- In a tunnel wherein a whoosh up is a glide Round a bend that is a

Unsolicited Reward

Unsolicited Reward short poem

Ceding to all expectations having given up on hope Demons return to accost and at vulnerability grope In self imposed severance there is so much I can take Me too breathe a human total tolerance can’t fake Slack line flung

The Dark Forest

The Dark Forest long poem

out near the dew on the ground frozen cud deep darkened worms with maggot infested insides the forest was hidden from the actual view from the stream one step we took until we reached the entrance to this vast domain

Foundation Day

Foundation Day short poem

On 11July, 1994 a legacy was born Holding lovely roses without any thorn Lighting many caves which were forever dark; With Cherian, Anandi and Varsha named spark. Though small and fragile earlier in nature She never let any student see

Drizzle Trickle

Drizzle Trickle short poem

Rain the pain. Rain it so hard That it sounds akin to white noise. Feel the silence. It’s so allay, yet not empty! Adore in the vein of downpour. Drench your desire with a soaking joy. Never let your sparkles

Beautiful Mist

Beautiful Mist short poem

Surrounded with the Beautiful Mist, My heart knows, this is life – a gist. No matter how foggy it seems, My soul desires to take the Leap. Faith and Liberation prevails, Only the charismatic peace it exhales. In front of

Scarlet Swing

Scarlet Swing short poem

A sweet child, an innocent creature Or sheep skin hiding a terrible monster Her true nature none knew She was loved by too few Crimson drops dotted the floor Tracing her path out of the door Barefoot in the grass,

The Second Hand

The Second Hand ode

In perpetuity, it whisks around, Neither ever halting, nor lagging… Or observe perhaps with due delight, Allure, of the clock, in which it lies. Utters the second hand, then to me, If I pause, time too shall have to cease.

Fogging

Fogging short poem

Walk rosie, walk on the serrated thorns; exiting the blue abyss, shamelessly a baby god climbs a salt mountain, incantatory, flicks through: cranberry, cranberry it was the end of beginning, the whole, was in peril, bits flying, licking the toes,

Reading Elizabeth Bishop’s Poem : Sestina

Reading Elizabeth Bishops Poem : Sestina short poem

December rain falls in her forest-rich, forest-deep garden, a different kind of house where time has slipped away. New year does not seem to arrive. Or is it a new moon every dusk? Half-resolute, I step into her poetic house,

My Father Behind The Wheel

My Father Behind The Wheel long poem

My room was the old garage attached to the house festooned with posters and dirty underpants my father’s Mercedes was a sacred relic with a flavor of old leather upholstery. It rested in its own building. there must have been

Staring Down Desire

Staring Down Desire short poem

You look at me; I look at you. We both know what our eyes are trying to say. But this could be dangerous. Somebody should look away but nobody looks away. The eyes seem to say you are the angel

Shed this Skin

Shed this Skin short poem

If only we were bones We wouldn’t throw so many stones Separated by this skin We seem to forget we’re all human Brother killing brother All for their flesh’s color Inequality uncontrolled Because of the lies we’ve all been told

In Your Hermitage

In Your Hermitage short poem

Scared I was, entering an eave, Of holy hermitage, and pious naïve, To tumble down, from regal to rag, And love your attire, and delicately drag, Entwining a smile, gazing your chest, Dilemma of ardor, intimate of best, Your blissful

Role Reversal

Role Reversal elegy

Silver-green feathers of foxtails, nodding lazily through rusted wire fences, The orange-gold chalice of a single poppy in a sea of tender grass, Meandering sidewalks—charcoal-gray ribbons of asphalt, fractured by weedy cracks— Palm trees and fir trees and the spreading

He is flowering

He is flowering short poem

His sadness is flowering into something so beautiful, Those who utter its name will burst into an ecstasy of butterflies, His emptiness is ripening into a fruit that is so full, Those who touch it will arrive beyond the gate

Survival

Survival short poem

As I stood. I noticed I was on fire. Every inch of me consumed. Engulfed. Losing oxygen I gasped. Expanding with each sigh that escaped this happening. I stood helpless. Was there anything other that I could do. Watching the

A Companion

A Companion short poem

To an old companion whose existence never fail Whose wisdom never assumed to veil How does thy death entertain thee ?!! As a comfort provider as me !! For I shall not be of use for breath and rest And

Breathe

Breathe prose poem

Breathe. This is what our companion has instructed us to do. Yet how can we do this when she takes our breath away? She is dearer to us than the air in our lungs. Yet we must breath. Prayers spill

Christmas Delights!!!

Christmas Delights!!! short poem

It’s the time of frosty days, And the nights glowing with starry skies. Every heart filled with bliss and joy, Smiles and laughter make the season full of life. It’s the time when fir trees are adorned with tiny lights,

The Sapling Under The Bridge

The Sapling Under The Bridge short poem

I’ve heard that plants need the sun, else they shrivel and they die; but I saw a sapling under a bridge, through the other side of pane. It seemed like it were surviving, maybe even managing a bit of thriving;

To Be With Him In Eternity

To Be With Him In Eternity long poem

finding ways of running from the one force was getting harder everyday, with no night coming up the hill like it used to. rain still came only enough for plants to make out a week’s menu for those who had

Writers Block

Writers Block short poem

Some days are harder than others. For so many topics I’ve already covered. Where to start? Where to begin? Story to lose? Story to win? Epic feelings to make one cry, A tragic tale of a sad goodbye? Soaring emotions

The Wars

The Wars short poem

It is. An explosive denial of an infinite firmness of round orbs. Why were you taking off your shirt to show the scars? it stirs a sequestered allegation. The glare was on my days and your nights. The suicide bomber

Night After Night

Night After Night short poem

Night after night, watching your face shimmer with tears, night after night, watching your face burrow into my breast, I have wondered, my love, full of misery and mystery, I have wondered. This being, so incredibly sad, this being, so

The Caller

The Caller short poem

After breach in tolerance one peeled truth becomes incendiary. Afraid of the known: pitched against unknown. Dying young with stiff upper lip, the grief, was not curtained enough. The malignant spread, refused to retract a name from the epitaph. Greed

Aroma of coffee.

Aroma of coffee. short poem

On a rainy morning, An aroma of coffee, Is a toast of love, A blended moment, Of the heart and soul. In sorrow or joy, Not dwelling in, Words of war, Enjoying life’s fragrance, With a bouquet of flowers. Sharing

Breaking Wall

Breaking Wall short poem

There is a gentleness in the morning sky. you open the door, smile back at the sparse clouds it’s now much easier to forget the dark dreams. time to get to know one another over a cup of tea, a