"sporty" poems
Artistic
Respectful
Intelligent
Avantgarde
Empathic
Moving
Intense
Loving
Youthful
Sporty
Preppy
Emotional
Nice
Caring
Eccentric
Resourceful
Happy
Adamant
Natural
Naughty
Aware
Alive
Learning
Isolated
Scared
Original
Naive
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC
there was a little cheetah he had a dream one day
to run in the olympics in a land so far away
he boarded on a plane and flew across the sea
to a place in russia where the games would be
he went to the track a runner he would be
running in a marathon a sporty cat was he
then the time had come for the cheetahs race
he stood in a line and cheetah took his place
now the race was on cheetah took it slow
took it nice and easy with a steady flow
they ran for quite a while the race was very long
cheetah had a finish that was so very strong
as the finish neared he come to the front
then stepped us his speed like being on a hunt
he went like a train like the speed of light
and flew across the finish line with no one else in sight
his mission it was over and his race one won
he enjoyed his holiday that gave him so much fun
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
I like to laugh and smile
like any other kid
but you decided that
I was undeserving
of being liked
of being loved
of being myself
I wasn't cool
I wasn't trendy
I wasn't sporty
I was just being myself
I am quirky
I am intellegent
I am creative
You Don't care!
You are relentless
You are misguided
You are ruthless
Who hurt you so bad?
You have friends
You have fashion
You have popularity
Is that not enough?
I am now untrusting
I am now anxious
I am now depressed
It still hurts till this day!
I have grown to resent you!
I have grown to hate you!
Why aren't you dead yet?
I'm sure the feeling is mutual
You hurt me
because
Someone hurt you
When does this vicious cycle end?
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
there was little mouse as happy as can be
he was very sporty and loved to water ski
he would ride the waves from behind a boat
by standing on his skis he would stay afloat
he could turn and spin on his little ski
riding on the waves made him feel so free
he just loved the water and riding on the crest
riding on the waves was what he liked the best
then when he got tired and it was time to rest
he would go to sleep inside his little nest
Apr 24, 2010
Apr 24, 2010 at 6:13 AM UTC
little spike the hedgehog the sporty type was he
he just loved the water and loved to water ski
pulled behind a boat riding on the crest
riding on the waves this he liked the best.
jumping over ramps high up in the air
people were amazed they would stop and stare
doing little spins this he liked to do
then a little flip with a trick or two
everybody loved him and loved to watch his skill
just to watch the hedgehog gave them such a thrill
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 8:44 AM UTC
theres a little mouse of the sporty sort
snowboarding he loved best it was his favorite sport
he took a holiday so he could have ago
all the way to Austria a land with lots of snow
took his little board and his goggles too
to protect his eyes and get a better view
he climbed up a mountain to the very top
then on to his board the little mouse would hop
sliding down the slopes going very fast
doing twists and turn while he was going passed
lots of little spins that gave it such a thrill
doing lots of tricks showing of his skill
he got to the bottom of the mountain side
coming to a stop with a gentle slide
people gathered round to see this sporty chap
they began to cheer as they began to clap
mouse he was so happy and the crowd were too
his holiday and dreams they had all come true
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 9:42 AM UTC
there was little mouse as happy as can be
he was very sporty and loved to water ski
he would ride the waves from behind a boat
by standing on his skis he would stay afloat
he could turn and spin on his little ski
riding on the waves made him feel so free
he just loved the water and riding on the crest
riding on the waves was what he liked the best
then when he got tired and it was time to rest
he would go to sleep inside his little nest
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 9:43 AM UTC
It's a shame how you must have aspired me to become the child you always wanted
in the months and days before I was born,
before reality had its chance to construct the person I would become.
when the happy news was first heard of a new child in a new world,
who would be brave and cheerful and kind
and above all sporty,
the kind that would make an impression,a born leader and dutiful follower
a proud patron of the family name.
We would have much in common and I would remind you of yourselves
at such an impressionable age
and I would achieve all you had hoped for.
But perhaps this is the great tragedy that parents stumble upon in this constant letdown of a life.
You were lucky that I was an easy child,never keeping you up at night and never causing trouble,
but the fact that I was lazy,introspective,morbid,
cowardly,unattentive,unhelpful,bookish,obsessive,
uninvolving and unsatisfied
made me realise how much I must have let you down.
I sigh too much,I read too much,I'm so full full of sarcasm that I cannot take anything seriously,
I never want to be the focus of attention,I never eat enough,I dont care about trends,
I dont care if people comprehend me.
I must be impossible to love.
Thats why I have decided to never have children.
They could never be what I would expect of them.
I could never love someone who I was ultimately responsible for,
someone who I could indoctrinate into my own idea of happiness.
Jun 28, 2012
Jun 28, 2012 at 2:53 PM UTC
I wait for this time
And recall from chime
From mind of mine, the festival of kites
I eager for this celebration with lots of affection.
Unusual excitement and never-ending fascination
When I see in the sky through my eyes
The beautiful kites, floating in air with the great pride
I wish to fly very- very
The kites flying in the day light
And fire-lanterns moving from the terrace at night
I sit on chair and stare very high
With lots of fun and the charming air
Fire-Lanterns moving like twinkling star
Going very fast and very far,
In the sky of city, making marvelous beauty…
The delicious undhiyu and the ladoos so sweet
Savor on that day with friends I meet.
The excited, voracious, sporty people in the Surat city
Enjoy this carnival leaving their duty
On the festival of kites
Take oath in mind
Have a strong ambition with positive sight
I wish this festival never ends
And the precious moments with my friends…
I wish I come back in city of Surat
I wait for this time
And recall from chime
From mind of mine, the festival of kites
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 6:37 AM UTC
there was little mouse as happy as can be
he was very sporty and loved to water ski
he would ride the waves from behind a boat
by standing on his skis he would stay afloat
he could turn and spin on his little ski
riding on the waves made him feel so free
he just loved the water and riding on the crest
riding on the waves was what he liked the best.
then when he got tired and it was time to rest
he would go to sleep inside his little nest.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 8:29 AM UTC
You're my babe, baby, ***
You're my love, life, miracle.
Your're my one and only.
You're mine.
I'm your babygirl.
I'm your babe.
I'm your love.
I'm yours.
You're funny, sweet, loving.
You're sporty, cute, caring.
You're trusting, loyal, smart.
You're mine.
I'm loyal, loving, trust-worthy.
I'm caring, sweet, respectful.
I'm smart, peaceful, protective.
I'm yours.
You might not win the game, but you sure have won my heart. <3
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 7:18 PM UTC
There are certain things
That attract my attention
Here I will tell you
But first I have to mention
That I like girls
And that I find them attractive
The more they're sporty
And the more they're active
With a slim curvy waist
And super nice thighs
The ones who're blonde
With the bright blue eyes
It's important to me
How you deliver your hugs
Cute punk rocker
With big *** plugs
Body like a canvas
Covered in ink
Falling more for you
With each and every blink
Sunglasses bigger
Than your tiny face
Underwear lined
With thin white lace
Piercings here
And piercings there
Short shorts
That you love to wear
A girl's playful aggression
Is totally enough
You might be able to tell
That I like it rough
If you bite my neck
And hold me down
Leave a bruise
And go to town
You'll have my heart
As easy as that sounds
But a good attitude
Is really what astounds
My favorite thing ever
Is when you sit on my lap
So I can wrap my arms around you
And keep you in my trap
I wonder why
It's so hard to find
A cute girl
With a chill mind
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 10:32 PM UTC
People
athletic
sweet
intelligent
sporty
grew up in the south
grew up in nature places
have southern ascents
love caching fish
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
Swipe--Swipe--Swipe--Swipe--
Before bed,
first thing in the morning,
when you randomly wake up in the middle of the night and can't get back to sleep,
Swipe--Swipe--Swipe--Swipe--
In the beginning it's almost like a new toy or a car,
the excitement when you first download it,
the careful precision with which your profile is created,
how into it you are all day all night,
Swipe--Swipe--Swipe--Swipe--
Then slowly a pattern emerges.
You get the insanely sporty ones,
running, jumping, swimming, lifting freaking weights,
and you think if I were looking for a personal trainer I would swipe right but no thanks.
Then there are the travelers,
on a world tour since the beginning of time with no permanent address, let alone any potential for a relationship, so you swipe left on instability.
Then there are the 6 packs and no heads,
making you wonder when muscles and treasure trails overrode eyes,
and cringing at the sight of those semi shirt lifted body shots, you swipe left.
Then there are genuinely you're not attracted type,
too much baggage type,
too good looking making you skeptical type,
standing too close to girls type,
reptiles as pets type,
really bad grammar or purging emoticons type,
alcohol is a hobby type,
no ambition or future type,
on all which you keep swiping left.
Every now and then there's the just right type, with the right amount of words and smiles,
sincerely looking for something more than *** or just good at pretending they are,
so you swipe right.
A match...
You never end up talking anyway so swiping on, all day long,
and you realize this is bull ****
The only thing that's getting anything is your right index finger,
and there are much better ways in which it too can be put into use.
You realize even after expanding the age limits to highly questionable numbers and including the maximum area in distance,
and proactively lowering your standards,
you still haven't swiped right on Mr. Right.
You realize you aren't looking but rather searching for that one face, that specific personality who already escaped between your fingers like that one cute guy you accidentally swiped left on a super drunk night while eating peanut butter out of the jar,
or that one guy who you thought was perfect so you super liked but never liked you back.
You realize you are searching for a specific person who doesn't have a Tinder profile but lives in the same building as you, who'll never swipe right for you even if he had the chance.
So you unmatch all those stupidly silent, mute, mistakes of matches, reset the preferences to more respectable limits and...
Swipe--Swipe--Swipe--Swipe--
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
She gets bodied by minds
Our Intellect intertwined
Gets her wet until
She drowns in my words
Then comes alive
Just to save her suicides
She runs it back a hundred times
Like running backs trying to find
A hole in my defensive lines
She's a sporty shorty
Dropping gyms to try and court me
But when I land one
She says that's foul on the scoresheet
She sees that I'm a stand up guy
Looking for floor seats
I score to force overtime
And now I need more sheets
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 12:36 AM UTC
Why is it that
people have to be better
for a thing between
their ears
their legs, or
on their chest?
Pink for one, but
Blue for the other.
Why does Blue have to be
stone cold
harsh like broken concrete
tall
broad
strong
smart
apathetic
manly
headstrong
think between their legs
and not their ears
no make up
hate fashion
sporty
not thin
not fat?
But Pink has to be
emotional
soft like silk
shorter
petite
weak
stupid
can cry
girly
thoughtful
think between your ears
don't go near between your legs
lots of make up but look like none is on
all about fashion
hate sports
not muscular
not fat.
Why can't there be a purple?
A middle ground of color.
Where everyone can be
who they want
and not care.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
Another day another hour
lost in the hum drum
of everyday life
I am a mother, a daughter,
partner by your side
I never say it enough
never share what I feel
never tell you how much I adore you,
I truly do
Your simple ways,
and the smile in your eyes
You are the **** sporty realistic spice
that I fall in love with day after day
There is so much I feel and not enough
words to convey how much
I truly adore you
I truly do
There is no glam or glitz
or fairytale blitz
but there is trust and love
and years of support;
an unspoken desire
that I somehow distort
But I want you to know
after all these years
you still are the flame to my fire...
© Priya Patel Feb 28, 2016
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
The moment that you look around
and realize that
your main group
of people
in French Class
are the Breakfast Club of your school.
****** is closed off, hurting inside but hiding it from the world.
Claire talks to her 'kind', disgusted by those around her.
Allison stays quiet, before opening up and realizing what these people hold within.
Brian is outspoken, telling people how it is.
Andrew is sporty, knows what to do when the situation arises and tries to take control.
We're not perfect.
We don't consider each other friends necessarily.
But we're not quite acquaintances.
We have nothing in common
-being total opposites,
but we click in a weird understanding
sort of way.
We're not friends.
We just click.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
I thought about you this morning &
wondered about so many things.
Did you sleep well or spin in between your sheets,
dream of anything special, mind draw a blank,
drink strong coffee, spiced-tea or have neither?
Perhaps you’re a juicer, do you fancy
carrots or strawberries or both?
Enjoy two Eggs Benedict or three scrambled,
have whole wheat toast or rye, some nutritious
granola crunch with a bit of soy milk?
Did you partake in a quick steamy-shower or
draw a soothing hot bath with lit candles & soft-jazz?
I’m wondering if you wore your hair
up in a bun or let it fall down,
all round your pretty angel face?
Did you apply make-up or
go Au Naturel, frown
putting on lipstick & smile
getting dialed in
for the start of a brand new day?
Did you dress to the nines or go business-like,
perhaps a trip to the gym for a spot of yoga?
Did you drive your earthy VW-bug or rev up the sporty Saab,
take the trolley, ride the moped, or hop on a bike?
Where you late to your work or
did you get there early enough
so you’d have plenty of time
to think about me?
I think about that too.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
Going to the classic car show
Is quite a delight
All the cars parked in a row
What a wonderful sight
Some are candy apple red
Others are metallic blue
Some have flames on the sides
And there's even purple ones too
These cars are real beauties
They were made to last
Some were for cruising
Others to go fast
There's the classic Ford Mustang
And I'm willing to bet
That some still remember
The sporty Chevy Corvette
They come from a simpler time
And if truth be told
Compare to the new one's of today
I prefer yesterday's old
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
After Aishwarya Rai Bachchan gave us some impressive red carpet outings, all eyes were on Sonam Kapoor as she made her sixth Cannes appearance in a row. And boy, she lived up to our expectations in a whimsical Ralph and Russo sari-inspired gown with half cape. Her styling was bang on with pink lips, dewy makeup and middle-parted neat tresses.
Designers give thumbs up to the actor, without a second thought. “Sonam looks spectacular. I love the dramatic outfit. I loved the fact that Sonam wore no jewellery (except for a ring) and kept her hair straight with some interesting eye makeup,” says designer Manish Malhotra.
“I love this look. It is a great example of something experimentally grand and classic at the same time. I also like the jersey in the top portion, which adds a very modern and sporty vibe to a traditional embroidered half cape sari inspired gown. There is a duality I can sense here and it has surprising familiarity in terms of a classic Balenciaga vibe,” says designer Rahul Mishra.
Designer Rina Dhaka also loves her look, but believes that subtler looks can also work the same magic . “Sonam looks gorgeous. The outfit has a lot of volume, and yet it is controlled and figure hugging. I would call her a drape crusader,” she says, adding, “However, unlike Indian actors, international actors are going for understated, simpler looks. We guys tend to take on too much embroidery, making it look theatrical. These looks are bridal by western standards. But our audiences like this.”Read more at:www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-melbourne
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC
Ben and Timmy went hunting for presents beneath the Christmas tree.
They picked up all the packages, all tied up with silky string.
They shook them and they rattled them.
They felt around all the shapes.
They couldn't work out what they were.
No matter how they tried.
Timmy wanted a cricket set, to go and play out on the green.
Ben wanted a games console, as he was nearly a teen.
One was an outdoors little chap, a sporty game and he'll be happy.
Ben would sit on the sofa, playing shooting games.
Not shooting with guns, he wasn't allowed to,
He didn't like them any way.
The boys sneaked into daddy's room,
Hoping they might find some more.
Surely the presents under the tree weren't all the gifts waiting there.
The opened the closet, all nice and neat,
Santa's costume was there, right in front of their feet.
Whoever would have guessed that daddy was Santa.
Daddy had lots and lots of talents, this one they never knew.
They wondered did their mother know.
Mum came in after work and Ben and Timmy said to her.
Mummy, " did you know that daddy is Santa Claus?"
Mother didn't say a word.
Christmas eve it came around.
Daddy went out, nowhere to be found.
The boys went off to bed, pretending to sleep,
none the wiser.
Clattering and ringing, a sound of jingling bells.
The children peeped out of the window, to see their daddy Santa at work.
The Santa they saw, was not their cool daddy.
Just an annoying imposter.
They went to wake their mummy up.
The bed was empty, daddy was gone.
The chap on the rooftop, he wasn't their daddy.
Morning came.
At the breakfast table the children sat.
Daddy arrived a little late, looking somewhat disheveled.
His hair all out of place.
Still wearing his Santa suit.
Mum took daddy in to the kitchen.
Said to him, "where have you been?"
He grinned from ear to ear,
"He can't deliver to all the world, all on his own my dear."
(C) Livvi
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC
Sat in that customized tub you bought me until the water got cold.
You thinking I will spend the rest of what is left of my non wrinkle days
hoping for that ring on it on the left hand but do so love big rock on my right.
Love being your lover with all the perks like my new sporty red with shiny wheels
in the garage you paid for because you like your sweet pea so freaking much.
You signing on the dotted line and giving me condo was so what I wanted your
sugar pea thanked you in the way you like a few times and made you feel like a real man.
My heart is liking you and you said you feel the same my Santa with no belly fat.
Santa better put a huge ring on left hand third finger or I will kick him to the curb.
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 4:21 AM UTC
Hello, cute boy from my English class.
Who makes up secret handshakes and tolerates my laugh.
I thought you were common, simply sporty and tall.
But resent discovery shows that's not right at all.
Love blooms in winter, and I'm noticing some rain.
It begins to hail and snow when someone says your name.
I can no longer write poetry and my homework is past due.
My mind is too distracted with the need to talk to you.
So let us talk, my dear. Let us conversate.
Let's talk for so long we get to class late.
Today's a conversation but tomorrow is a kiss.
In your eyes I see the future and in your hands I'll find my bliss.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
I-Can
U-R Loved
2-B my man
Did
you
ever
mingle
2-C
Army or Navy
Amy is my baby
Bermuda shorts
The sign (All sporty)
Love certain
Never
so
clearer
the 3
misses
So clever
Look!!
Behind
the
Deep-sea
Me
curtain
Front page
Eyes engaged
Never again
Villa number 4-Me
Quite the target
5 people-C
Death wishes
13-D
D- Deceased
Crossword
Puzzle
dazzle me
crowd
But all buts. . .
The tantalizing
temple People
Big Dimple
drink's
It never
Sips money
green____
50 shades
smiling
snap
anyone's
Snapple
The ending
battle
* * * * *
Bermuda
triangle
Just
beginning
Squared Inn
Beguiling
Making
round's
Never stones
Summoned on
Scarlet fever
Not giving a ****
Lady stays
up (Yes Nam)
Higher cheekbones
But all these buts
in between remarks
When
the
sunset
goes down
Going up > > >
Sword-like
Biblical Ancient
Bermuda town
That
kiss rarity
((Flattercalls)) Tipping over
her hand
((Waterfall-Gals)) laying over
Hearing her
moans of
sounds
I but... I need it
Let's mingle
we are
all talking
the same
language
Cafe...steams me
The hub or hubby
Bermuda
tropical
place
It rings *
But always a but____
I never
want
to see
you but__with her
Drinks Bondmen
Showcase stirs
Taxman
No buts
Oh! Sir
Or quite the Mr.
Burr Bermuda
Red tape
everything
on
((Google))
Never to
mingle with
ladies wanted
Goodbye waves
Ads
Never curves single
(Millionaires Harmony)
Suntan Bermuda bikini's
and buts____
Here it is
the buts. . .
But did
you see
that??
How I need that
My Alladin man
He gave me
The time
of
my
life
(Debutante all Detailed)
To be wed
The Peacock
Ladybirds
triangle
Fan
Spiritual
Traveling to never- landing
Applique Peachy tree's
Dressed 777
Thousands
the millions
someone's
breaths
Terrible two trillion
Her Bermuda
vacation so jaded
Check to check
Foreign kissing
remarkable
69 lips sipping
Ending up
with Skittles
The rainbow food
Hill of the Monk
Fish
Seven Fishes
of wonder
Sea Bass
Her summery
Bermuda shebang
* Icely but pricey
chilled bur $-$-$
tang
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC