Sun, I leap toward
Sand, stinging bare feet
Harshly, shoved to the
Side, where jeering
Crowds, twinkle with
Hope, for...for...for a
Win, for their
Favorite, sky glimmering
Above, so bright and
Beautiful, bird rises from the
Ground, where I pant a
Rhythm, echoes from the
Feet, of racers before me yearning for a
Victory, I already have as I face the
Sun
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PoetryRead original poems by Darcy Ridge. Explore poems with rhyme, poems with little form, but all poems melded together with emotion and meaning. Enjoy multiple perspectives on serious topics like depression and anxiety. Smile at poems about the little...
