Best Asphalted Poems

Of all the things that I have lost
Perhaps what hurts the most
Is that I can no longer go
to where I once called home...

I cannot roam with childish glee
Down through the leafy grove
Nor play with snowballs, dance is snow
Then thaw beside the stove

I cannot use pink...

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Going out of his way, the obliging taxi driver drives to the top of the hill.
      A young man gets out, walks a short distance to a vantage point
           ...

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They have been wandering for decades
Journeying to the land that was promised by their forefathers
A land that would seal the faith of future generations.

They rove night and day guided by a single pillar of light
Looking for the land that was just minutes within sight
But faith...

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Sleepy eyes awake to crashing sounds on window panes
                 Creeping animals scramble around bristling forests nesting for a spot
          while...

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Umbrella of Love. 
If you drive along the asphalted narrow road that runs
Parallel with the vine plants, turn left, you will see
A muddy road more like a track now after rain,
From here you have to walk till you see a quiet little 
Corner where two...

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I took a ride through the park to relax my mind
I stood on top of the hill  observing  the burnt trees 
standing patiently waiting for someone to take them in
The entire place was empty and the smell of wild berries saturated the atmosphere
The...

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Behind Mount Sinai 
On the asphalted road to a seaside town there is a hole in 
the road, a nasty hole a car hitting it could have a bad puncture.
 A rocket, albeit a puny one, caused this. 
Fired by people who will not take...

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The long Road 
 I`m going out for another walk at home the silence
are oppressive most of the villagers have moved away
and some are dead or senile she hates my house,
my home it is too silent, and she wants to move in
to a town and...

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My Way 
I saw the three tenors sing “I did it my way” mind, the fat one died, 
and the two others hate each other and never appear in public if
 they can avoid it. Of the two one looks like an aging matinée idol
the...

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Sobriety 
 In the beginning, it is like walking on a narrow track
With olive roots over the ground to trip you up and branches
Of trees slapping you in the face, if you fall get up and 
Continue to walk to be tired is not an...

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The summer Island
On the island in the fjord where we use to go bathing
there is now a bridge over, a parking lot and you have to pay.
There are toilets- no peeing behind a bush- and kiosk selling 
soft drinks and cigarettes, asphalted lanes to walk...

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I have been trying to pen this verse since Friday night
But the words couldn't jump clearly out of my mind
I twist and turn erase and rewrite but my imagination
was stalled for a while and nothing was comprehensible.
You see everything I do comes naturally and my...

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The summer Island
On the island in the fjord where we use to go bathing
there is now a bridge over, a parking lot and you have to pay.
There are toilets- no peeing behind a bush- and kiosk selling 
soft drinks and cigarettes, asphalted lanes to walk...

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When I was a child
I liked to go on horse rides
It felt grant to sit
On top of this beast so gigantic
And learn to have it follow
Commands, finding control.

There upon Marquis, the horse
That I dearly loved
I could find a bond.
Of each other we were so fond
An...

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They talk so much but do little
Yes that’s it, for that is all they can do
When we used to walk distances on daily routine
It was enough to say things can be made better	
Horses, bicycles and carts saved the bare-footed walks
But oh, it takes so much...

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