Potential Titles: Run/Ran

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Outrun/Outran.


Metal, plastic, glass running down a roadway to infinity - Linda Addison "Evolving"

Run with wine of daybreak - Conrad Aiken "Parasite"

Chameleons run through twenty colors in the sun - Thomas Bailey Aldrich (uncredited) "An Idyl" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.39, Jan. 1861]

The penny dropped ends its run - Alise Alousi "Forgiveness is the smell of crushed flowers"

While endless ages run - "Apolutikion" transl. by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices

The future running backwards - Homero Aridjis (transl. by George McWhirter) "The last night of the world"

That loves to run with storms - Atticus "Love Her Wild"

And run quickly into their tomorrows - Atticus "Magic in Adventure"

A chiller current swifter run - Albion Fellows Bacon "When Youth is Gone"

Could run upon the breeze - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"

little lines run crazy across the lettuce - Lee Ballentine "Cryogenica"

Running up a further lifetime of debt - Mary Jo Bang "The Key"

Radio signals run through rain - Mary Jo Bang "One Photograph of a Rooftop"

A live wire runs between us - Lou Barrett "Two Poets and a Physician: 1918"

with blue lines running in the mind - Elizabeth Bartlett "stormbird"

Strong as a current runs - b: william bearhart "No More Fire Here: A Sestina"

What comes will run us through from the front - Josh Bell "Our Bed Is Also Green"

Black wind runs trotting to the dark - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Song of Cold and Pain"

A storied purple destiny of ships run aground - Kimberly Blaeser "Cadastre, Apostle Islands"

Runs in blood down palace walls - William Blake "London"

The whisper through the tansies run - Edmund Blunden "Perch-Fishing"

When our fountains run empty - Jaswinder Bolina "The Reluctant Senator to His Provincial Mistress"

Glad with the triumph of runners - Vera M. Brittain "Daphne"

Running from the freedom of my own blood - Mahogany L. Browne "Goodnight, Moon"

Where the living water runs - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

No vacation from running this place - Stephanie Burt "Frostina"

I wanted to run from terror - Cecilia Caballero "Octavia Said You Cannot Know How Deeply People Feel Their Ancestors"

Morning run among the lilies and the rowdy waterfowl - Scott Cairns "Idiot Psalms 2: A psalm of Isaak, accompanied by baying hounds"

The beagles run like wind - Joseph Campbell writing as Seosamh MacCathmhaoil "Reynardine"

That run now hunting glowworms - Thomas Carew "To My Worthy Friend Master George Sandys, on His Translation of the Psalms"

The roads that run through Beauty's realm - Bliss Carman "Phi Beta Kappa Poem"

In the ages yet to run - "Centos and Suggestions" transl. and arranged by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices

Runs through the sky in ecstasy - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Noon"

The hare has still more heart to run - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book III. The Harp of Alfred"

Run the line straight through regardless - M.C. Childs "Electrical Symbols"

An hour-glass on the run - John Clare "What Is Life?"

the thread running forever in shadow - Lucille Clifton "shadows"

Grief runs in his veins - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene III"

Dance before the song runs out - CAConrad "Listen to the Golden Boomerang Return"

Where the rock runs up to Heaven - James H. Cousins "Schakhe"

Stern stands and bitter runs for glory - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Run after a vanishing dream - Adelaide Crapsey "The Properly Scholarly Attitude"

Runs crafty down the wind - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"

To this most perilous venture run - Rev. William Crowe "On F.W. the King of Prussia's Ineffectual Attempt on Warsaw"

In every danger my course I've run - John Philpot Curran "The Deserter's Meditation"

A pale sound like running - Meg Day "10 AM is When You Come to Me"

Molten glass from furnace run - Walter de la Mare "Sotto Voce"

Blood running its wires of flame - Toi Derricotte "Elegy for my husband"

Thinks all cheeks should burn and feel how tears can run - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "To an Icicle"

The hunted runner dips his hand - Max Eastman "Hours"

With love in every running crest - Max Eastman "Sea-Shore"

Can't see what runs beside me - Katherine Edgren "An Assay: On Finding"

Run into a softer wall - Katherine Edgren "The Gift of Warning"

In woods where many rivers run - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "A Coney Island of the Mind, 19"

What runs through the many-gated light - John M. Ford "Troy: the Movie"

That has run so many torch-lit races - Maxwell E. Foster "Truth"

Often with our Poultry running - "Fox Chace" [sic] [W. Belch's British Sports, for the Amusement of Children]

Our brook's run out of song and speed - Robert Frost "Hyla Brook"

When first the dice of gold upon the board did run - "The Game of Dice" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

When frozen rivers start to run - Suzanne Gardinier "Gapped Sonnet"

Run home in a snowstorm - Andrea Gibson "Your Life"

Make a running road of noise - Louis Golding "Jack of April"

How deep two secret rivers run - Laird Shields Goldsborough "Confession"

Speed with the light-foot winds to run - Julian Grenfell "Into Battle"

Run wild through an unholy earth - Kimberly Grey "The First Marriage"

Before our sands had run - Thomas Hardy "On the Tune called the Old-Hundred-and-Fourth"

Running towards a cracked sky - Joy Harjo "She Had Some Horses: II. Two Horses"

The pledge forever runs to guard their sacred fires - "Hark to the Tread" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]

Run through the woods blindfolded - Jim Harrison "The Golden Window"

In a family on the run from itself - Tom Healy "Sonnet for the Chickens"

Run to you to embrace the sun - Ben Hecht "My Island"

That run patterns into the brain - Stephanie Heit "Mad Flora and Fauna Catalog: Kudzu"

Till fire runs in the maples and ice goes out - Rosalie Dunlap Hickler "January Thaw"

Most of us run out of gas and settle - Bob Hicok "Calling him back from layoff"

A well runs out of thirst - Jane Hirshfield "A Well Runs Out of Thirst"

Time runs out of a week - Jane Hirshfield "A Well Runs Out of Thirst"

A year runs out of its days - Jane Hirshfield "A Well Runs Out of Thirst"

Crimson sky and crystal run - Henry B. Hirst "The Valley of Shadow"

That tap will never run again - Thomas Hood "A Lament for the Decline of Chivalry" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]

All ways the molten colours run - Gerard Manley Hopkins "Winter with the Gulf Stream"

The tides of time run out - Eleanor Hull "The Old Woman of Beare"

When my sands of life are run - J. Hunt, Jr. "Evening"

Sunset-panthers past her run to caverns of the Sun - Scharmel Iris "The Forest of the Sky" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]

May run time in a circle - K. Iver "Family of Origin Content Warning"

How he knew I was running - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Other Women's Children"

While burdened time still runs - Lionel Johnson "To Weep Irish"

Applause in running water - Laura Kasischke "Kitchen Song"

Runs down in crumbling cadence - Helen Keller "The Song of the Stone Wall"

Through which the summer rills run weeping - Fanny Kemble "Fragment from an epistle written when the thermometer stood at 98 in the shade"

Where the gold-green waters run - Fanny Kemble "A Lament for the Wissahiccon"

That through the rustling corn run chattering - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Spirit of all sweet sounds! who in mid air]"

My veins run liquid flame - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [There's not a fibre in my trembling frame]"

The Cup with sweet or bitter run - Omar Khayyam "The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam" transl. by Edward Fitzgerald (Fifth Edition)

Running Quicksilver-like eludes your pains - Omar Khayyam "The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam" transl. by Edward Fitzgerald (Fifth Edition)

Love's ancient magic run - Joyce Kilmer "Summer of Love"

Run for vanity - Kim Unsong "Simple Life"

runs against the speed camera - John Kinsella "Redneck Refutation"

Run its roots out into the salty darkness - Ted Kooser "The Celery Heart"

Run backward into the past - Ted Kooser "A Jacquard Shawl"

Run down the labyrinth of the sinister flower - D.H. Lawrence "Bombardment"

where the headless ghost dogs run - Joseph Lease "Falling"

The blue aster learns to rise and run - Ruth Lechlitner "October Afternoon"

Where run the tidings of return - Eugene Lee-Hamilton "Apollo and Marsyas"

Where the Mississippi runs his mighty course - Charles G. Leland "The Last Ditch" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.2, March 1862]

Where runs the ditch to hide them all - Charles G. Leland "The Last Ditch" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.2, March 1862]

A small greyhound run down both hart and hind - "The Long Ballad of Sir Marsk Stig (Extract)" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier

As flies run up the window pane - "A Love-Song by a Lunatic"

Summer had run like fire through its veins - Amy Lowell "A Japanese Wood-Carving"

Run my tongue along the granite sky - Canisia Lubrin "In the Middle of the Burning"

Running knee-deep in the fern - Dorothea Mackellar "Settlers"

Stronger runs the tide - Douglas Malloch "Children of the Spring"

As the blood runs from their faces - Mack W. Mani "Trans Rage 2: The Reckoning"

Whose feet upon good errands run - Edwin Markham [Untitled]

Through a fragrant zodiac run - Andrew Marvell "The Garden"

To run forever at the quarry gone - John Masefield "Animula"

Like horse-hoofs running sheep - John Masefield "The Hounds of Hell"

Where the fire-haired comet runs - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

The call of the running tide - John Masefield "Sea-Fever"

Night running off with itself - Louise Mathias "Larrea"

Run our clocks on wheels - Heather McHugh "A Physics"

The space of dewdrops running over leaf - George Meredith "Hymn to Colour"

Reveals the wheels whereon we run - George Meredith "Woodman and Echo"

That through blood run sane - George Meredith "The Woods of Westermain"

Running clouds behind hands of willows - M.S. Merwin "The Bird"

Running their courses through - Michael Mesic "Model Solar System"

The melting voice through mazes running - John Milton "L'Allegro"

Rutted roads run away to nowhere - N. Scott Momaday "A Darkness Comes"

By running up the staircase once again - Harold Monro "Journey"

The minutes prick their ears and run - Harold Monro "Solitude"

Run silently between parched banks - Ghojimuhemmed Muhemmed "History" transl. by Joshua L. Freeman

Dreams that run like black horsemen - Pablo Neruda "Ode with a Lament" translated by Donald D. Walsh

Flower running to poisonous seed - Cardinal John Henry Newman "The Dream of Gerontius"

The running blue shock of her - Hoa Nguyen "We Run on Trash Grass"

All these years of running from the beast - Omodero David Oghenekaro "Questions for the Fallen"

To count milliseconds by watching a brook run - dg nanouk okpik "For-The-Spirits-Who-Have-Rounded-The-Bend IIVAQSAAT"

The dark deer went running - Mary Oliver "Dogs"

The water that flows blue but runs red - Lily Painter "Funk (#49 song)"

Runs by like a day in June - Dorothy Parker "Love Song"

On the train running toward nothingness - Phan Nhien Hao "No Rain Today" (translated by Hai-Dang Phan)

When night fell on my running keel - Stephen Phillips "Orestes"

A place for running away from fame - Po Chu'i "Writing Again on the Same Theme" transl. by Burton Watson

Runs between hanging cliffs and meadows green - Kate Putnam "Our Martyrs" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]

A ghost running crowded - Khadijah Queen "Synesthesia"

Feet that run for fearful price - Arthur Quiller-Couch "The Doom of the Esquire Bedell"

The Nefertiti fake chipped on the run - Ishmael Reed "I Am a Cowboy in the Boat of Ra"

Until they run out of nights - William Reichard "In the Evening"

Vibrant with the momentum of long runs - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"

That slay all colour as they run - Lola Ridge "Lull Before Storm"

Let the iron run wild - Lola Ridge "Reveille"

Running over my soul without sound - Lola Ridge "Secrets"

Running along the roots of the mountains - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"

Little white runners before the dawn - Lola Ridge "To the Free Children"

A golden javelin to run it through - Lynn Riggs "The Deer"

Reinless run of wind and sun - Charles G.D. Roberts "Wayfarer of Earth"

Lights the cradle and runs dark along the rafter - Lloyd Roberts "Husbands Over Seas"

To unbar the gates and let the rivers run - Lloyd Roberts "One Morning when the Rain-Birds Call"

Runs westward to the ocean rim and over - Lloyd Roberts "The Trail from Napoli"

I'll run below the wet young moon - Lloyd Roberts "Young Blood"

Run from labyrinths of longing - Nelly Sachs [Untitled] transl. by Michael Roloff

everyone knows how to run through gun smoke - Abu Bakr Sadiq "Driving Downtown"

And the press of time running into centuries - Carl Sandburg "Skyscraper"

Runs deep enough to drown this certainty - Ann K. Schwader "Eating Mummy"

When the cider-stills run amber - Clinton Scollard "Now's the Time o' Year"

And half my course is well-nigh run - Robert W. Service "At Thirty-Five"

Runs to the rhythm of a dismal tune - Margaret Sidney "Ballad of the Lost Hare"

Running out of lullabies - Richard Siken "Little Beast"

Running side by side with the fog - Frank Stanford "The Forgotten Madmen of Menilmontant"

Ten by ten times have the rivers run dry - Kelly Stewart "The Bandit King"

The mottled quail runs in the stubble - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "November"

Night runs in my blood - Muriel Stuart "Andromeda Unfettered"

Tracks of moonlight run ahead - Arthur Sze "Under a Rising Moon"

The silver had run out of all the mirrors - Sonya Taaffe "Last Minute"

And water running freely past the remnants - Keith Taylor "Mapping the River"

And the unicorn evils run them through - Dylan Thomas "And death shall have no dominion"

With autumn gales my race is run - Henry David Thoreau "Nature's Child"

And truth from truth full circle run - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: XIV. The Flags"

From which sweetness used to run - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Flesh and Blood"

We are all still running towards each other - Emma Trelles "How We Lived"

What forest is there to run to - Leah Umansky "Come, Pioneer"

When we've run ourselves into the dust - Edward van de Vendel "Tree Sports"

Something swift runs under the grass - Mark Van Doren "Wind in the Grass"

The crocus runs in little brooks - Henry van Dyke "Flood-Tide of Flowers in Holland"

The river of dreams runs quietly - Henry van Dyke "The River of Dreams"

Running toward a rusted horizon - Ocean Vuong "In Newport I Watch My Father Lay His Cheek to a Beached Dolphin's..."

Through startled lapwings now we run - Mary Webb "Market Day"

Whose run in the suburbs reveals - Arthur Weir "Pilot"

And all the rivers run poison-red - Edith Wharton "The Tryst"

When the tides of life run low - Helen Hay Whitney "To the Beloved"

When the fountains of feeling run - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Word"

A hound running over rough ground - William Carlos Williams "Romance Moderne"

Having run out his luck in the West - Mark Wunderlich "My Local Dead"

The ball of twine has just run out - Stephen Yenser "Vertumnal [excerpt]"

Taking a test and running out of time - Dean Young "Spring Reign"

Locomotive running off the rails - Cynthia Zarin "Anxiety"

Their meteor go-cart running on a firecracker - Cynthia Zarin "Orbit"

Marionette running on the brain's dark marrow - Cynthia Zarin "Summer"


His forerunners who were not regarded - Rudyard Kipling "[Late Came the God]"

Chequers the shade with her forerunning light - Henry David Thoreau "Greece"

Wandering the wings of a ghost-run factory - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"

Black market gun-runners of militias and drug dealers - Gary Copeland Lilley "War"

Behind the rich silence of red-running sunsets - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Imagery"

Reruns and parking lots and reruns of parking lots - Ada Limon "The Worth of a Thing That Is Not a Thing But a Number"

Horses and runaway mountains - Pablo Neruda "Superstitions" transl. by Alastair Reid


As the swords ran out of their scabbards - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Until her darkest streets ran weltering fire - William Rose Benét "The City"

Round his feet three rivers ran - Emily Bronte "The Philosopher"

Miraculous thunder ran above the applauded circus - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "To George Sand: A Desire"

When blind desire ran free - Michelangelo Buonarroti "LI. First Reading. Love in Youth and Age" transl. by John Addington Symonds

Many red devils ran from my heart - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"

Ended when her oxygen ran out - Jan Cronos "She Remains"

Ran to meet white Aphrodite risen from the sea - Olive Custance "Hyacinthus"

Morning ran and kissed the grass - John Freeman "The Wakers"

A line of turnips where the seed ran out - Seamus Heaney "Singing School: 2. A Constable Calls"

How the fleet, lithe poppies ran - Helen Hunt Jackson "Poppies on the Wheat"

By all the trembling mazes that she ran - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Ran downward to the flood - Archibald Lampman "The Land of Pallas"

Who ran to a wild death with laughing feet - Richard Le Gallienne "Christmas in War-Time"

Ran fearless to meet our fortune - Sidney Royse Lysaght "The Fountain-Springs"

Which ran to loss in a deep maroon - Edgar Lee Masters "The Loom"

My thought ran still - Edna St Vincent Millay "The Suicide"

The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran - anonymous? "The More Modern Ballad of Chevy-Chase"

That jarred wider as the circle ran - Henry Morford "The Record of December" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]

Anger ran between us - Dorothy Parker "The dark girl’s rhyme"

The hounds of Death ran out to sea - Herbert Randall "Easterly Weather"

Until the gold ran rich and thick into jars - Paisley Rekdal "Psalm"

Ran like dragons driven by gods - George Sterling "Beyond the Breakers"

Where the wind ran grey - George Sterling "Hesperian"

Whoever ran pell-mell from smoke-witted man - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: XI. Shells"

Ancient conspiracy ran to our doors - Morris Tyler "The Bells of Antwerp"

Ran down avenues of air - John Hall Wheelock "Of Day Came Night"

The stars ran to their windows - Eugene R. White "Reward"

Happiness ran through the walls - Jordan Zandi "Inside"

Trophies won while we ran - Zitkála-Šá "The Indian's Awakening"


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