The 100 Yard Dash

I was just a hundred yards away
when I saw her slender frame.
If I reach out my hand,
I could embrace her between
thumb and forefinger.

She had her back to me
when I had the impulse
to run up from behind her
my intention to astound her,
scare her, love her.

Then she turned around
as if sensing hesitation
when the bleachers had collapsed
and my vision crumpled
over her fragile frame.

And, I was just--
a hundred yards away...

Hi its me Forest and I will be your reviewer today!
This was really good except the last stanza:

Then she turned around
as if sensing hesitation
when the bleachers had collapsed

I didn't really get this. Why did the bleachers collapse? I didn't get this, so you could probably change that a bit so the reader knows and can feel what happened. Otherwise it was really great.

~Forest

I don't really think it matters why the bleachers collapsed. What matters is that you were so close to her when it happened, but you couldn't help. As sad as that is, I think it is also beautiful.

Nice its prety good, one thing thugh, you don't describe her. And I love it. It's different from all the other poetry in the sense we don't get a description how how much you love her, but in action we see how. And I must say, Good Job.
I don't mind the bleachers part... Althoguh it seems sort of thrown in at random. Since no where else in the poem do you mention somthing relating to it.

Good luck. Keep writing.

Silented1.

Wow. This poem was great. I was really interested in the title. It was so sudden and tragic when the bleachers collapsed. Really sad. And I loved how you ended it with I was just 100 yards away, explaining why you chose that title and summing up the whole poem very well. I have to say those were my favourite lines.

Can't see any grammatical mistakes in there!

Deanie x