Trudging Poems - Poems about Trudging

...Tired Soul In the morning light, my bones feel heavy, Each breath is a whisper, a plea to be free. The sun spills gold, but I see only gray, A weary heart trudging through another day. ......Read the rest...

...Turning the maxim familiarity breeds contempt on it's head... not just in time for Valentine's Day but the remaining days of our lives as the world turns on all our children the young and restle......Read the rest...

... Trudging as a scorched weary traveler in the wilderness of the desiccated life, I wander in the shifting maze of your deceptive shadow. Enticed, I’m seduced by the mirage of your flashing fac......Read the rest...

...Trudging through a tangled path of ruin, dragging the weight of harrowing hopes and oscillating oaths, I shout into the empty sky— give me Love, or give me Death!......Read the rest...

...Let me now sing the song of my old age, All I recount now belongs to the past. Since the noticed changes are far too vast, Let this song be sung by a real sage. This face, now so old, ugly, and......Read the rest...

...{"We brought it to our lips and inhaled the wavering smokiness that was stoning and exotic. Filled our senses with a manuscript of what life could be like with a fog surrounding your cranium, not cra......Read the rest...

...Trudging through thorny and rocky paths, His feet often got cracked and torn. Yet he persevered, for he had a lovely family. His dear one stood by his side as a pillar of support, Sharing the joy......Read the rest...

... In the dark opaque night, across the sonorous space of solitude, enfolding the languid landscape of existence, bereft of the beguiled spirit in indolent life, my forsaken journey’s pathway m......Read the rest...

...[An Autumn kitchen a crucible of y e a s t and y e a r n i n g] Samantha kneads dough with determined hands, she hears Hank's cry—"Vi vi an"—a phantom yeast in the air Her wor......Read the rest...

... In this arid plain of perennial drought, as I stand transfixed with vexations rising in my spirit and sadness lying mute as a stone, I discern, I am alone with none to hold my han......Read the rest...

...On those dark, winter evenings, when the frost tinged wind burns your skin with each weak sputtering breath, I find myself longing for a crisp walk along the shore. Sand, not yet touched on this ne......Read the rest...

...Space flickered and our heart sighed, since the heartbeat of God spied, though cognised by soul’s eye chaste, offered not agape love’s taste. Formless presence free from thought, ego reduced ......Read the rest...

... The titular touch of day and night builds the bud layer by layer, the blossomed design of destined time opens the petals, the floral essence of existence gradually unfurls the transient be......Read the rest...

...The curse of an ugly darling and her invisible shadow struggling for the warmth light and the ease in the dark night. She is the lightening in the clouds; a distant flash followed by the sound of ......Read the rest...

... I know she is lost but those lost can be brought home I want to print one hundred missing flyers but how she’d hate to be found believes she knows this twisting trail Like h......Read the rest...