Iron Symphony
A short poem inspired by the gym
In the gym, the weights await, A symphony of iron, a primal state. Dumbbells hum, barbells sing, Muscles flex, determination clings.
The treadmill’s rhythm, a steady beat, Sweat-drenched bodies, hearts compete. Legs pedal, lungs expand, In this sweaty sanctuary, we take a stand.
Bench press crescendos, a mighty roar, Leg extensions whisper, “One rep more.” Rowing machines harmonize, As dreams of strength materialize.
And when the final set is done, We rise, triumphant, under the gym’s sun. For here, in this temple of sweat and strife, We sculpt our bodies, create our life.
Roll up to the gym,
I’m not here to swim.
Pre-workout courses through my veins,
I shout through forces and strain.
I know pain equals gains,
And I came to hurt,
Give my muscles a good growth spurt.
All the ladies are trying to flirt.
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Comments (4)
Inspirational and serves as a great motivator!
Good work for there is no pain no gain as the old saying goes.
Ah, the gym...the pain and sweat...well said.
Liked it. Well done.