Best Paths Poems

The best paths move forward.
Don't waste your time looking back.
The things you've said, the things you've done,
Can never be brought back.

Don't waste the little time we have,
On anger or regret.
Just accept what we can't change,
Make peace and pay back debts.

Each new day is a fresh,...

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And the cemetery was fresh and vivid green 
when we took our bikes down the paths of it -
past stones and trees and mausoleums and grass as far as we could see,
carefree on that muggy summer afternoon,
perspiration glistening on our arms and on our faces
as...

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"Paint in silence”
“The Weight of Temp”
Colour your canvas and spill your Art
shake and awaken many a heart
Untether your soul
from your whole
escape mundane and time
and let your brush rhyme
Have Man radiate
pour oil colours on his trait
Carve his seized dreams
and his insight of flowing streams
Let me read...

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A lamp post casts a shadow
Could we tip toe into those slivers of space
where opposites are true?
Breathe the air trapped beneath the sea?
Look and see everything
in the moment lightning flashes?
When our hearing is dampened by the loudness of the drums - find the frequency which...

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The Paths We Choose 
   by Edmund Siejka

When I was a young writer
I read all the greats
Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Yeats, James Joyce
And so on
I could write like them I said
So I felt good about myself
And wrote a play
In the heat of August,...

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Once upon a stranger
A girl A well intentioned woman
With open and adorned soul
Askance behind silvered eyes and sighs,

Revealing her concealed seraphic smiles
In an unending sequence.
Yielded in gleams in day dreams,
With folklores and odes chronicling her unique meekness.

Once upon a moment.
I heard silent whispers fade
Within a...

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Avenues of life
Even Cul de Sacs return
Seek, follow their path!




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We walk down 
    forgotten paths 
on the way to 
     eternity 
Ancient stone structures 
   line the path 
We feel the weight 
   of the years 
on our shoulders 
  We experience...

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There's
a path
that
leads to
heavenly
realms where
God
and His
glory dwell.
A narrow path
that few will 
choose. But
wide
is the
path and
easy
that 
leads to
hell.

6/6/15
The form I used here is called a "Waltz Wave"...

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sprinted by the love of lust
                                       ...

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Do paths and rooms have memories of our being,
and think of us as time has passed on by?
Do voices echo still in empty houses,
and soft in bittersweet refrain reply?

I think these streets know of our being then,
twisting to music flowing from screen doors,
the days of...

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My head is twisted and 
confused, there are paths to 
ignore and paths to choose. 
I sit within and contemplate, 
for I cannot go back on my 
chosen fate. 
Some I must run and others I 
crawl, a few I must pause, 
before I trip...

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Here I walk alone down a distant shore,       
Watching the sunset, as clouds drift away,       
With the hopes that our paths will cross once more. 

My mind feels empty and my nerves feel...

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Rest yourself here where water lies calm
    still, you could fly
              to perch on tempestuous cloudy bank
    perhaps to remain
      ...

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With timid steps and a trembling heart
I walked through verdant barren paths.
Toward a rusty gate it took my feet
Into a garden of roses among the weeds.
Carmine flowers, dripping in blood
Wrung my heart in pain of fear.
They caught me from every side
With their lithe and sharp...

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