Love Poems About Running or Running Love Poems
by Beryl Edmonds |
Categories: hope, love, relationship,

Glimmers of Love

How long will I love you, often you ask Forever and a day, my love will last Till there’s no blossom or leaves upon trees Or pretty daffodils dancing o’er breeze. Till clouds cease to form patterns in the sky All seas and rivers begin running dry Till all poets have no poetic prose Or night has no beginning, day no close. Till no man or creature walks upon earth Gold or silver has no value or worth Till there are no birds flying on the wing Or voices aren’t heard and no one can sing. Till the day we take our Heavenly place Living for eternity in God’s grace With time to dance among stars up above Darling I send this in glimmers of love.

by David Meade |
Categories: love,

Haiku 30 Rock Love

running to the rock

                                              a strong tower against foes


                                                                    her love a refuge






To strong women and their love


David Meade
11/20/2014
Live Generously

by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: beautiful,

Sunsets In the Blues

.He walked in silence to the corner of my heart He lit a candle~ fire in a room once damp and dark His words were gently spoken His love was loud and clear His arms were unexpected A fearless Chevalier My strength was getting weaker My pulse~rate running low He sheltered my emotions and fortified his soul He helped me win the battle against solitude's blade His kiss bestowed upon me His palm upon my faith A faith of a new promise on paths of pastel hues Of jasmine scents and marigolds Of Sunsets in the blues.


by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: best friend, fun, love, pets,

The Dog of My Life

Shakespearean Sonnet

I remember the day I picked you,
With your sweet little puppy dog eyes.
For my heart was searching for love too,
When I looked down and heard your soft cries.

Your brothers and sisters were running,
They were after a fallen clothes peg,
But there was a puppy so stunning 
Trying hard to get up on my leg.

Four years it has been since that moment
And I thank God daily for his gift
Each day you give me such enjoyment 
Your love has given my heart a lift.

Today I know as clear as can be,
I didn’t pick you; rather you picked me.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.26.2014
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton 
Contest: Pets
2nd

by Michael Tor |
Categories: joy, love, sad, satire, sorrow,

You Wont Steal My Joy

The Las Vegas shootings were Horrific. 
The people running as the rapid fire was 
sounding off in the background!
  The wild fires in California, fifteen people
 dead, and it is not controlled yet!
   Hurricanes Maria, Irma, Jose, southern 
coast is devastated, Puerto Rico is in need
of help!
   Pizza Gate Pedophile rings in America!
   Players kneeling and disrespecting our flag
 for which Men and Women have sacrificed
 their lives for.

                   Enough is Enough!


      You will Not Steal My Joy, I reach for the remote
 and turn off the "Joy Stealer" the TV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Michael Tor  Inspired by Andrea Dietrich

by Chris Hagy |
Categories: absence, animal, christian, death, encouraging, sympathy, uplifting,

A Greener Pasture

Though my stall here is empty now
If you listen close...
You can hear me running through a greener pasture
Your sorrow opens the gate and releases me free
Thank you for rescuing me from worldly darkness
And giving me love unsurpassed
So that I may now run with others so loved...
But never forgotten
I am a child again young and lean my spirit afire
And oh how our spirits thrive here
Never again to feel the pain of the earth
Hear me running!
For your tears have watered the grasses for me
In God's Greener Pasture

-originally written for Kae Surrah
 an Arab rescue mare

by Anthony Biaanco |
Categories: children,

Running Scar

Here lies a grave,
a conglomerate headstone
without a name.
weeds and cobwebs 
wrapped tight around the heartless edge.
Caretaker rides his rusty deer
pretending he's a nascar stud
waking the dead and stirring mud.
He take's his lunch beneath a tree,
eating twinkies with green fingertips...
For his love he'll steal a wreath,
and place it gently on her grave.
That bears a scar called, 'long forgotten"
A grave he's coined"no name".

by Donald Meikle |
Categories: history, lost love, water, water,

Running Tide

Knee deep in surf
The water clung to her
Changing silk gown
To wrinkled shiny  skin
Never had I envied ocean water so
But then t'was I who'd let her go
Drowning in green eyes
With fear of clinging ties
Holding me back

by John Gondolf |
Categories: loneliness, lost love, love, wind,

Beware, the Wayward Heart

The wayward wind forever so aloof
across the prairie blowing wild and free;
just like a herd of horses on the hoof,
and running loose with nature’s grand esprit.

A restless spirit is this wayward child
who’s never satisfied in just one place;
she longs to solve the secrets of the wild,
and ne’er her ventured steps will she retrace.

A wayward heart is like the wayward wind,
forever restless, always on the move,
and always searching, seeking, ne’er chagrined;
she’ll leave you lonely and her love disprove.  

Beware, before you carelessly depart,
don't wrap your love around a wayward heart.


January 8, 2020

by Charles Messina |
Categories: happiness,

When I Close My Eyes

When I close my eyes...and I see the night 
Sometimes things...appear so bright 
Smiling cheeks...and happy faces 
Sunshine ~ Beautiful places 

Ocean waves ~ Blowing willows 
Babies snuggled in their pillows 
Old men rowing in their boats 
Youngsters passing, love you...notes 

Happy women in sweet perfume 
Newlyweds...on honeymoon 
Chipmunks playing in the sun
Children running...having fun 

When I open my eyes...and I see the day
Sometimes things...don't look that way 
So let me close my eyes...tonight
And all I see, I'll see...just right

by Eve Roper |
Categories: lost love,

Loved Ones

Chased by the fleeing clouds defined by the wind life running too short, make peace with loved ones. Tell them you love them, hug them and be moved. Tomorrow might be none, for later tears and broken heart, it'll hurt when they're beneath the earth. 12/16/2021
Happy Holidays to all my Soup Family

by Craig Sipe |
Categories: love,

Her Wuthering Letters

You get to a point where 
you can’t read them anymore
and consider yourself a grown-up.

But it wasn’t until I was fifty-two 
that I threw them away. 

How long could they hide
in a high school brief case
next to a box of sweaters 
in the attic?

So…into the Dumpster Doodle-Doo 
they went: her Wuthering epistles, 
and my Heathcliff’s angst

Risen to the “beep beep beep” 
of a trash trawler’s chaw.

By then she was a preacher’s wife
in Pennsylvania, and I was running

Manufacturing trades for a defense 
plant in Rhode Island,
a job for which I was 
wholly unsuited

They were two new skins 
for the both of us 
only one of which
had been redeemed.

by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: write,

Running Out of Ideas Is Impossible

Running out of ideas?
That is impossible if you have a:
friend
acquaintance
neighbor
co-worker
boss
president
king
queen
TV set
I-pad
I-phone
I-pod
kangaroo
chicken
donkey
toilet paper
monopoly
dictionary
thesaurus
computer
outside
inside
dog 
cat
dresser
drum set
sibling
diary
father
mother
siblings
dragon
butterfly
unicorn
dawn
sky
stars
cosmos
moon
nemesis
goldfish
talent
team
plate
fork
spoon
blanket
bed
sun
moon
stars
spiders web
wasp
bathroom
kitchen
holiday
cousins
grandma
grandpa
car
truck
broom
dustpan
plane
bedroom
child
grand child
brain
imagination
love
life
ufo
or
space aliens

by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

Calls To the Meadow

Yellow tips of comfort     
eye a corner of my sky   
    
Should be  holding on   
soft skin caresses of sun   
coming round once again   
    
Dipped toes in quiet waters   
drenched afternoon delight   
swans sit still  watching   
stallions  running home   
    
Honeydew dreams  drifting   
arms wrapped    all around   
wild visions flap in the breeze   
    
Listen   calls to the meadow   
come to me and fill her need

by Judy Ball |
Categories: nostalgia,

I LOVE THE RAIN

When the rain is really pouring down,
And the sky's overcast and grey,
I love how it freshens the streets of the town,
And watching the children play.

They chase each other and splash in the puddles,
Sail the seas in small paper boats,
Laughing, playing, running through the rain,
In their new brightly colored raincoats,

And nothing's quite like a nice warm bath,
After a walk in the rain.
Then I'll settle back with a hot cup of tea,
And watch it splash on my window pane.

The sound of the rain falling outside,
A nice cozy fire inside,
And I drift off to Dream Land,
With you here by my side.





by Donna Golden |
Categories: april, happiness, star,

Admittedly Aries

If we have butted heads and you're feeling run over
If the words that I speak send you running for cover
If my swift, wicked comebacks can sting like none other
Know, as much as I fight, deep inside I'm a lover

I'll embrace the STRENGTHS and fight the WEAKNESS
But I'm not sure I'll ever be the type for MEEKNESS
Born the year of the SHEEP under the sign of the RAM
You can hate me or love me, but I who I AM

by Jan Allison |
Categories: sad love, wedding,

Stand By Me - Emotional Write

Oh my darling the news is so bleak I saw the consultant only last week Perhaps we better start making plans See the vicar; hear the wedding banns All I’ve ever wanted was to be your wife For better for worse, through trouble and strife The consultant confirmed I’ll not last the year Oh kiss me my darling; just hold me so near Wedding plans float around in my head My dying wish is that we should wed Time's running out so we mustn’t linger I need your wedding ring on my finger A simple service, just as quiet as can be All I ask my darling is that you stand by me 01~14~ 2015

by Poet Tacito |
Categories: dream, life, longing, lost love,

At Least

Our hearts were a veritable slow dance

And I didn’t have to put my baby
In the corner

Our retinas
became diamond forged binds
In serenity’s lock

Dipping
Your tear ducts within our wishing wells

Never
Running
Dry

Our flesh
Bringing lukewarm elasticity
To gentle boil

Every graceful thrust
Mimicking fireplace embers
Under cabin’s winter moon

Until my deep sigh
Embedded paragraphs
Within “Dear John” parchment

…

At least

Trinity’s hourglass
Permitted me to sing I love you choruses

Before your hearts’ phone line
Disconnected

…

©Drake J. Eszes

by Faye Gibson |
Categories: grandchild, grandmother, happiness, happy,

Grandma Happy

Footsteps on stairs,
little feet pounding, running,
child faces peeking round the kitchen door,
expectancy alive, dancing in their eyes.
They know that love is always here
waiting just for them.     

Each one thinks he is favorite;
in his or her own way, it is true.
Each is the most special
not for anything they say or do,
just for being.   

We have our rituals -
breakfast French toast and bacon,
back rubs and funny faces,    
movie nights,
ice cream after church,
backyard camp outs,
lots of love, laughter.   

Happy takes me by surprise
each time I look
in my grandchild’s eyes.

© September 11, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson

by Poet Tacito |
Categories: feelings, lost, lost love,

Crying Over Spilled Women

His bleeding heart
Was flustered from that torn parchment
In their leeching chapter

Pushed aside
As if “friendship” was aggression’s bull
Running through crowded cemeteries
Under quartered, sapphire moon

He sipped pitied shots of century-old whiskey
With a dusty glass of pomegranate w(h)ine

“Why isn’t she coming back to me?”
“My heart will make empty declarations until her return!”

As he childishly latches onto recycled yesterdays
Praying for God to give him
White picket gate’s access code

Writing lavish, debt-ridden sonatas,
In whiplashed curiosity,
On why she chose to forget him

Unbeknownst to decrepit author
That he
Could simply
Return the favor

©Drake J. Eszes

by Anbes Rawal |
Categories: age, death, death of a friend, fear, music, paradise, people,

We All Die

My piety,my poetry ,my love
All are in vain
my music, my love ,my mind
All are running insane

My rhymes are all crooked
I can't write a perfect song
Looks like my life is worthless
my music, my poetry its all gone

Behold the paradox,
In these old rhymes 
living in a worthless life 
All these times 

The music's almost over
just need to turn out the light
I need just one leap
Need to show on last fight

I need to create something
something that makes you feel
the goal isn't to live forever
Its to create something that will

by White Wolf |
Categories: inspiration, muse, poetry,

Master of None:

To be Jack of all trades But a master of none, As my memory fades Still, some do come. To be master of one Like poetry or art, And know how it's done Is love from the heart. As I stare at the wall Shall inspiration turn up? Does my muse hear me call Will she fill up my cup? So I wait patiently Just for one drop, As she sits next to me Now I can't stop. My pen running wild catching all of my thoughts, Feel like a new born child But still out of sorts. Will this be as brief As I believe it will? At least now I have relief She did return to fill.

by Xuefeng Pan |
Categories: friend, heart, inspirational love, love, romantic,

Crossing Your Path

I saw you were  seating  in the car park
In the wooden chair, no one I saw there
And you expected no one there by heart 
But I crossed your path by a similar idea
We met unexpectedly in a place called "park" 

Since all rooms were taken by busy hearts
And all the streets were filled with running cars
We are  forced to park here, the place we share 
Could this meeting up last for thousands of years?

by Baalak Baburo |
Categories: angel, animal, appreciation, best friend, love, pets,

Warmest Welcome

Through the door, running
Hair flowing magically
Welcomes me, my dog.

by Mike Martin |
Categories: brother, death, emotions, grief,

I Can Only Wish

I buried my boys today
Thirteen wasn't bad enough
What a pain in my heart
It's mine now, gone from them
They suffer no more

More than a hundred years
Barely seen half of that
I can only wish
Brothers to the very end
I can only wish

Love to take my boys out
Take them out all day
Take them to the running field
Run the while away
I can only wish

Love to buy my boat back
Buy it back all day
Wish I had my old boat
Wish I’d fish today
If I could only fish