Paved Poems - Poems about Paved

Dwindling minds breeds clarity, exhaling paved trepidation, as gilded moon tides shadow my fading lucidity....

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The way uphill is paved With Winter white and cherry lips; Silver wings filigree-engraved, Runners’ serpentine-slips. With Winter white and cherry lips, Calmness after the blizzard winds. Runners’ serpentine slips. A child’s whim, hallelujah hymns. Calmness after the blizzard winds. The landscape, a breath of fresh air. A child’s whim, hallelujah hymns. Imprint of angel’s fair. The landscape, a breath of fresh air, Silver wings filigree-engraved - Imprint of...

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The Israelites once worshiped a calf made of gold ~ In America that idea never grew old...

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Who says stop? Road signs, yes. But those who don’t like what is happening. The abused, the neglected, the rejected. Often ladies who don’t want to be fondled by the men they’ve accepted as dates or trysts. There are those that say stop when the drink is being filled and others who express their prohibitive...

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Family, there are these quaint elder travelers Not? Yet a hundred years old, they've been gone from on top of this Earth Now they're walking streets of gold So now these travelers ain't got no shoes And yet they got spirit and heart For these travelers no plans no man and yet they carry your heart So...

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A winter storm brought about six inches of snow, as the road turned white....

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Paved in gold, paved in gold. No more sitting alone in front of the fire awaiting fruition of dreams, awaiting my hearts desire. Those days were swept away in the chilly falls of yesterdays. It was a cold and windy season yet all I can remember are gold leaves swirling without reason. As gold as the streets in Heaven. There will be no...

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G-old-paved path in heaven I-s in store for the flock; G-lorify the Lord God, I-n spite of the block. B-elieve in the gold-paved path, A-im at the blissful abode; R-each the promised paradise, C-herish the glorious road. E-verlasting gold-paved path L-ets you think of true treasure; L-ife eternal is priceless, A-s it brings pure pleasure. N-o more tears and pain,...

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Forty years of bad road, a path of broken glass Potholed memories line my thoughts, devil waiting fast Daring me—“Retrace your steps, your quickest way back home” Forty years of shattered dreams, —the future paved in stone (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)...

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M-arch thirtieth day turns fine, A-fter the cold chill has gone; R-ain and clouds have turned I-nto a warm morning sun. S-hadows pass from view as the darkness turns into light; H-aze has just faded when the dawn is shining bright. M-ist is now nowhere to find, O-ne clear day I've seen; R-adiance from the wide sky I-dentifies the...

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Walking Streets Paved With Nameless Stones I walk a street paved with nameless stones shadows of racing strangers I often meet are empty suits covering faceless bones Dark spirits that never dare to greet my hello with anything but angry tones Perhaps upon seeing my face filled with grief they remember harm they too have...

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We are living in such a paved jungle! There are miles of concrete and sidewalks There are skylights and many skyscrapers, but we really have to pay attention! At any corner are waiting: snakes, lions and tigers. Oh poor walker, can't really enjoy peace and hope ... It is just the pursuit of happiness! It's just a struggle for better! There is...

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kissing the underbelly of a white cloud becoming perfectly serene in adequate comfort thinking about you as you keep me warm by continuing to prove me wrong i let too many things go, but this paradise will not be paved rubbing the gaseous belly of a butterscotch bunny enjoying the stunning stillness of actually being settled thinking about you as you...

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shrubby hills to right a world of ocean to left cranking pedals smooth my trail, can't hear anything, not even conscious. wind surfaces to the drum pedals push and push while the ocean rocks and rolls blue is my serenity, wind is my savior, pedals are angelic...

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Toddlers played in dry sand Hot sun made each cheek red Ellen was their likable friend Long before winter came Enjoyed evenings with them Always refusing to rest Fireflies were a child's game Puppies chased them with haste Aunt Lily was often bitten by bugs smelling perfume Vera told her not to scratch Eddy laughed hard as Mitch Daniel loved to startle the...

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