Moist (an acrostic poem)

Mile after mile spins by as I pump the pedals

Out of every pore pours the tears of exercise

I am covered in a river of exertion

Shifting the color of my shirt three shades darker with saturation

That’s without counting the humidity

 

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Sweat (an acrostic poem)

Sopping wet shirt dripped onto the sun-dried ground

Working through the pain in her muscles, Lynn pushed harder

Every turn of the pedals carried her farther

Already she had gone farther, faster than she ever had before

This was just the beginning, but now she needed to hydrate

 

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Pain (an acrostic poem)

Pushing the pedals in a circle

As my legs groan in protest

I feel my quads start to cramp

Now can I just limp home?

 

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