Walk Poems - Poems about Walk

I was sipping tea, so calm, so sweet, Charts were clean, no sign of heat. NY session, chill as can be, Then—BOOM!—the news comes straight for me: “Trump is back, and he's not done— More tariffs, more drama, more Twitter fun!” He taxed China, slapped their goods, Markets flipped—I lost my “shoulds.” Steel from Canada? Hit with a fee, Even Mexico got no trading...

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it was an early april morning the lure of nature called to me the sun was out the air was fresh the road just beckoned me faithful dog by my side i grabbed my coat and headed out the door soon we were on our way to claim a most idyllic adventure serenity it seemed would tag along and join us for not more than a...

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To understand me means to walk on a path of thorns in velvet, where the perfume of roses deceives the lungs with its sweetness, while blood silently flows and waters the earth beneath. I do not wish to be understood, I exist as an enigma that cannot be grasped, I am a mystery too deep for anyone's fragile understanding. I...

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I walk stoically through life with complete certainty of arriving at some good place... when... I don't know! ...

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Lonely is the path we’ve embarked upon, imbibing breath by breath, boons of God’s grace, enabled even as we stretch and yawn, for such is tenderness of love’s embrace. Although we wish to share, no soul can pair, for this requires melding head with the heart, deepening silence to become aware, of how bliss ignition within does start. To live in the moment,...

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My lady friend and I sit on stumps. When she sings she rings the woods with a monarch's butterfly wings. A crowd of bikers on foot as hikers in thick with woods unsaddles moods. Old ladies end up mothering their men with woodsy mugs. Men spot us and stop smothering their ladies with bear hugs. Sweat rolls off of one of them; he's guzzling down a beer. As...

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nice walk among trees apple flowers white and rose I wish you were here...

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Some people never dare to walk on the edge of madness. What truly dreadful lives they must lead. They remain on the ground, bound to a dull reality, without sparkles, Living in invisible cages, without knowing the flight of dreams, What madness-free lives, what narrow horizons, without colors. Their souls do not know the dance of the stars, nor the...

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I came upon a peaceful scene, the beauty of a meadow green. A tree, a pond, a flowing creek, wild flowers of spring at their peak. A soft sun hung in cobalt skies, my heart smiled, my spirit did rise. I could do naught but stand and stare, at what his hands had displayed there. Such wonder brought tears to my eyes, soon I...

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Life is the reflection of the road; we will get to follow— And that will always be more than what meets the eye Or Seeing Eye to eye, with the eye of the very storm— It ‘ll make the natural things, to no longer be the norm And who am I, or you, to ask the same, old, question— Others—may...

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Widow’s walk frightens me Look outs are not my choice of tea Come on up to the crow’s nest! Mom’s idea is not the best I am frightened to death of tall heights I give her grief, whining, crying and lots of fights I well never be caught on a bell tower day or night. These heights give me a fright, they...

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Recognising this form is dust, an urn shaped from Mother Earth’s crust, enlivened by the touch of God, we feel each heartbeat as love’s thrust. To get to the source, heart is thawed, that thus by giving love our nod, in stillness we get to the source, gentling touch, as conscience does prod. As life then charters its own course, soul ascends without use...

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The summer breeze lapped at my hair Firmly yet gently lifting each strand The warm caress of the sun Brought happiness to my weeping skin My lips parted as laughter Freely trickled down my chin My eyes lit a beaming path for my feet As I began my evening walk Abruptly I tripped and fell Soberly I looked around For the object of my humility And...

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For the life of me I do not understand Why people cannot lend a hand To children who are being abused And children who are being used Being abused by a grown up After lying all day in the pub At home abusing his own she won’t let out a moan Whenever they are alone To nobody this is known At age 10 she lost...

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Walk through the jungle, and realize how calm and silent the day can be. Creatures of every kind roam, big and small, venomous and dangerous—each defined by their nature. Yet peace still exists. Recently—in times of growth, our interests may differ. But do interests really matter? Groups can be fun, yet the smallest things may pull you away. An...

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