Best Footprints Poems

Frothy waves stretch to kiss toes
Hikers plodding sandy coasts
Leaving imprints on the shore

Who journeyed here, perhaps this morn
As the orange orb created dawn
Summoning sun worshipers

Footprints far too large to fill
Descended down the shell-strewn hill
Then hugged the waves low tide

The retirement community
Sends scouts here daily just...

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Father’s bare feet left footprints in the sand
Young son followed, each step carefully planned

Tim wanted so much to be like his Dad
Always emulating, quite a sweet lad

So as you leave impressions on life’s shore
Remember your path will not be ignored

Tread gently, leave prints that make...

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Following footprints in the sand
Across the beach, down to the sea
I picture you, hardy and tanned
Always joyful, always carefree

Your righteous path is hard to trace
Following footprints in the sand
Such soft impressions waves erase 
I wish you could lead, take my hand

When you were with me,...

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CHASING FOOTPRINTS

Some feet are bigger than others
none bigger than those
left by your brothers -
that you tried to fill.

The foot that Dad
would put “right up ‘ur ****”
and the one Mom said
you must put forward.

The meter and feet
we poetically treat
in attempt to conform
to rhythm and beat.

One foot...

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footprints in the snow
follow them and discover 
the door to my heart

Entered in contest #2 of 100 sponsored by PD Linda :-)


7th October 2014...

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Step by step and side by side
In harmony like moon and tide
We walk together hand in hand
On sensually soft golden sand
Ocean blue sprays her fine mist
Memories of where we first kissed
Stretching far as the eye can see
Our footsteps follow you and me
Time and tides they...

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I know how to be a poet,
but will you write poetry with me?

I know the art of expression,
but I'm silent in solitude.

I have ink to bleed,
but no reason to bleed without you.

You are the meter in my internal rhyme,
without you, I'm an unwritten poem.

Let our...

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We all leave footprints
where ever we go
some are easily seen
some barely show
With the passage of time
some will fade away
while others will last
until your dying day
They show the wear on your shoes
and how heavy your load
where you've come from
and the direction you go
You cannot choose
where your...

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On a frigid winter evening, so still
that hot breath lingered around my face.

In snow sparklingly dry and crystalline
I encountered fresh-made footprints,
leading off my mostly trodden path.

The sun was low in evening's sky
creating long dark spectral shadows
that would all too soon be swallowed.
But for a moment...

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There is a sense of trespass 
on this frost enameled morning
as I leave my footprints graffitied
across the white grass,
sending the noise of every step 
to crunch my presence 
into a wide, frozen silence.

I stop, marooned in the middle
of a crystalline surround 
that seems so brittle...

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I stopped just once to look back..
And saw my tracks across the snow.
Steps upon that pure white blanket,
Wishing I’d found another way to go.

Already though, in gentle downy flakes,
Nature began to fill those intruding marks.
And return the gentle winter splendor
To that serene and lovely woodland...

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Has she been sleep walking all her life?
Or has her frustrated volition taken the upper hand
And determined what she should remember
Or what she should best forget?
     What was their life like, when as children
     They loved to...

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Footprints

We once left footprints in the sand
while strolling slowly hand in hand
with sun rays beaming gently down 
enjoying warmth along the strand.

Together we were always found,
our footprints side by side abound 
in parallel concentric lines
that traced our love upon the ground.

But time and tide erased...

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I once had a dream that I was walking by the sea.
You were in it to Lord as You walked along with me. 

We were watching scenes of my life as they flashed across the sky.
You told me how much you loved me as we...

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Walking under overcast sky
I trod through drifted snow,
no longer bearing allegiance
to platitudes disguised as wisdom
spun in gingerbread houses of the holy, 
an asymmetrically challenged splinter 
on a white horizon,
leaving a trail of footprints
on my frozen path.

Behind me lies the ranch house,
shutters closed in rapid eye...

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