PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Biking


Everytime I hear this word,

I automatically come back to earth.

I feel like I am about put my earphones in

and adjust the volume so that it can be as loud as possible.

I feel like I'm about to explore Narnia or Atlantis.

I feel like I'm about to be recorded by lots of cameras

and all you're going to see is me speeding by.

I automaitcally think of my legs aching from me pushing and pushing and not giving up.

Everytime I hear this word, 

I am grateful to have the things that I have. 

Don't take your legs for granted. 

One day, 

you might not be able to take a simple bike ride. 

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

IamCarlosCampos

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.