Marathon

by Jaime   Jun 21, 2008


Sneakers pounding on the pavement,
Starting stretch- feet a little unsteady.
But taking off with eagerness,
May lack ability, but oh so ready.

First milestone, lungs are heaving,
With striking yellow arms, clouds glare.
Path is slender, laden with rocks,
Weaving slowly in suffocating air.

Strength is lost before growth occurs,
With nothing but will to keep going.
There's no plan to reach the end,
Yet those already there are knowing.

One foot in front of the other now,
Length means more than speed.
In the mass crowd of confusion,
The body learns what to need.

Cross the line with an energy burst.
It's temporary pain; subconsciously ignore it.
Growing up may be a marathon,
But we're all the better for it.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Mimed Lovette

    Wow I love how you compare such a simple everyday thing to something as immense and overwhelming as life and maturing itself. I loved reading every word of this poem, keep writing! 5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by Travis

    I love the imagery in this poem, it actually feels like im running a marathon while im reading it
    loved it
    5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by Lori

    Wow! I really like this piece! Its great to see someone write about something other than love and depression on here! I love it!

    Sneakers pounding on the pavement,
    Starting stretch- feet a little unsteady.
    But taking off with eagerness,
    May lack ability, but oh so ready.

    ^^This is a great opening because the reader is automatically drawn to it and just wants to keep reading. Thats awesome.^^

    First milestone, lungs are heaving,
    With striking yellow arms, clouds glare.
    Path is slender, laden with rocks,
    Weaving slowly in suffocating air.

    ^^I love the metaphors in this piece.. especially in this line. It takes a special talent to write like this and you def have it.^^

    Strength is lost before growth occurs,
    With nothing but will to keep going.
    There's no plan to reach the end,
    Yet those already there are knowing.

    ^^Wow...this is an amazing line...my favorite in this piece...it just keeps the reader thinking "whats going on"" lol its great^^

    One foot in front of the other now,
    Length means more than speed.
    In the mass crowd of confusion,
    The body learns what to need.

    ^^Wow love the stanza! I have nothing else to say about this line! I just love it! Haha^^

    Cross the line with an energy burst.
    It's temporary pain; subconsciously ignore it.
    Growing up may be a marathon,
    But we're all the better for it.

    ^^Oofta I never thought that a poem about a marathon could be so deep...but you did it! And you wrote it awesome! Its well-written and it has a lot of hidden messages. Great piece!