Heavy
Let's begin
Fist to cheek
Feet apart
Bell sparks action
Leaning forward
Rifling gloved fists
Snapping leather
Bracing for the impact
Double stacked days melting
Into a haze
Flurries of fists
Twisting torsos
The power flows
From knuckles to toes
As the blows bruise
Hands landing hard
Disregarding the day
The rounds pass
And I everlast
Past the point of pain
Straining with hands raised
As the weight of the world
Drains
Boxing is one of my favorite types of workouts. There's something special about working out your frustrations with your fist. I especially enjoy the heavy bag. I like the feeling I get when hitting the bag. I don't know that there are any sports which are more exciting to me.
This poem is an ode to that. Do you have an interesting way in which you exercise? How does it make you feel? Let me know in the comments.
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Martial arts get the energy flowing again. Great poem, Moe:)
That is so true. thanks for your comment.
the picture was too funny :) What a cutie!!
LOL, I know. He was so funny that day.
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