Poems about gymnastics


№ 1096279

Mental Gymnastics

Puzzles are frazzling
Oblique and opaquely designed to
Effuse effectively in earnest someone's
Mental juices, in most cases to futile ends.

gymnastics,  mental.

Author: Anderson M
Date: 25/12/2019

№ 769921

It's 11:44 pm and i'm watching men's gymnastics

Reading bad poetry,
Writing bad poetry,
Existing as a subpar slice of
Unemotional prose.
I'm a singsong
Last-ditch singalong;
Ding-dong-ditch me,
Bitch me out.
Slice me up and
Lay me out to dry.
I cut onions:
I don't cry.
You ignore me:
I don't mind.
Remember me
As a sad story and not a person.
It'll be gratifying,
Albeit dehumanizing,
But at least you'll be sympathizing
As I'm unsurprisingly capsizing.
Right now I'm realizing
That I wanna be the hungry waves
And not the sinking ship;
The sharp harpoon and not
Unfortunate Moby Dick.
I wanna be the brick
Instead of the window pane;
I wanna be the bloody sword
And not the bleeding slain.
So the inferiority complex that's been harrowingly ingrained
Inside of my needlessly idle brain
Can fuck off once again,
Because I'm gonna be the poet now,
Not the reader, page, nor pen.

gymnastics,  men,  pm,  watching.

Author: Z
Date: 04/03/2019

№ 760393


Goliath intention
Glitters within reach on
Grecian hallowed ground; the
Girl forged by sweat and chalk
Greets the beam with pristine
Gainer flip, ready to
Grasp the world with her feat.


Author: Tamal Kundu
Date: 24/02/2019

№ 736147

Mind Gymnastics

The inner communication
Automatic adjustments
Happen all the time

Ah and then there is the mind
An orchestra and ballet
All with wills of their own

gymnastics,  mind.

Author: nivek
Date: 02/02/2019

№ 662910

Hidden energy, gymnastics - a minimal haiku


energy,  gymnastics,  haiku,  hidden,  minimal.

Author: Martin Mikelberg
Date: 27/11/2018

№ 624007


Juggling three balls
In the air
Three boy-shaped balls
Which shall i drop?
They're all so
More than others
I like this last one...


Author: Redshift
Date: 23/10/2018

№ 601884


Gymnastics over train tracks in the daylight
Smearing lipstick all over the afternoon
Strangers caught red handed kissing


Author: Matthew Goff
Date: 03/10/2018

№ 380525


In my absence
My mind has been doing back-flips,
Back-spins and hand-springs.

They really should be called head-springs. '

Off a spring board I began vaulting.
Trying to spin, tumble, turn des pairs
Of thoughts stuck in the landing area

Threw a little french in there for ya.

Grasping at hysteria asymmetrically with sanity
Must be stronger than anxiety. Like a glass coat, it blankets me
However you can see to the core, translucent rings of a tree.

Walking the balance beam
Between life and suicide sporadically.
Being pushed on both sides by a jet stream

Surviving is a pipe dream because we are all dying.

Once again I am on the floor. However,
I am implored to look forward by poetic neighbors.
All I gotta do is knock on their door and they'll gladly give me a cup of esprit de corps.

*More french, Au revoir


Author: Timothy Brown
Date: 16/03/2018