Trudge Poems - Poems about Trudge

...Walking, walking, walking! Impossibly long stretches of walk, Miles and miles of uncertain journey, In blazing sun, in sweltering heat, Tranquil Villages with shady trees, Home, the destination......Read the rest...

...Memories of a bleak childhood haunted him ever and anon. Whenever he thinks of that dark day, a thousand blades cut through him. Shocked by the ferocity of that memory, his mind still goes insane. ......Read the rest...

...In me, now is an insatiable thirst, I know well that I have lost my track. I have gone astray from my God, all goodness incarnate. Searching Him, lonely and longingly I stray, To pla......Read the rest...

...I am a captive of these household chores, Cleaning windows, wall and floors. Fighting dirt all the way, Until I am old and grey. Up at 5 to start the sandwich brigade. Pack their lunches and ......Read the rest...

...Life is a Journey Step by slow step… The only way to get where I need to be. Put one foot forward, put another mile behind me. The path grows steep as I trudge uphill. Running on empty, I go o......Read the rest...

... As I trudge across the Thar desert, western India, up and down the waves of the undulating dunes, my inquisitive sight is focused on their shining surface. One tiny quartz grain of sand catche......Read the rest...

...Children's Poems XI These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. To My Child, Unborn by Michael R. Bu......Read the rest...

...Who dedicates the path of life? And how long our walk will take, I believe our destiny was assured, Before we were awake Therefore, the choice that path will take us It is not given to us to mak......Read the rest...

...Climate Change Haiku by Michael R. Burch late November: climate skeptics scoff but the geese no longer migrate. The King of Beasts in the Museum of the Extinct by Michael R. Burch Th......Read the rest...

..."A dressed day has disrobed into the depth of a drawer's nightstand." (Oh, how positively awesome that what can be sorted out in such an explanatory pattern that a difference would maketh a day.)......Read the rest...

...Do you feel the chaotic concerto? The cloaked and clandestine composer Plucking at the ivory keys, exactly eighty eight With even more ways to tangle those Countless red strings of taut linear fa......Read the rest...

... It started last night, gently falling, large flakes. I was back again almost instantly. All the faces, my brothers, friends and neighbors. Everyone is bundled, wearing half the clothes they ow......Read the rest...

...The mind is a traveller, on an earnest quest apart, link road to the innermost, signpost for bold hunch, meaning is a hazy sky, lay-by as mere pause, quietly we trudge in tight bands, but ne......Read the rest...

...Spring has sprung The lawns gone nuts Mowing time again No ifs or buts A martyred sigh Trudge to shed Drag out mower Filled with dread Attempt to start Psyche self up Try many time......Read the rest...

...First six lines of my triolet entitled “Wrapped in White” followed by my contrasting six lines which I’ll entitle “Crestfallen in Snow” I long to tread upon the snow in hush of winter, wrapped......Read the rest...