Best Stroll Poems


Along With Your Silence I Stroll

Walk through this world with me
feed and awaken my soul
share all my dreams with me
along with your silence I stroll.

Reach down deep into a loving heart
walk through my morbid fears
allow not a wealth to fall apart
pick my Self up, deafen the sound of my tears.

Walk through this world with me
I need to feel your kindling power
share all my dreams with me
I'll live through what is sweet and sour.

A journey of many a loss, a Light to reach
blowing the dust off, a gem would glitter and win
If only the book of Nature would me teach
the flame of harmony would ever glow and never dim.

Walk through this world with me
paint mysterious stories of no ending
share all my dreams with me
on dark paths, we blend colours and keep ascending.

In Life, we reach souls and bloom
the road is long and the pleasure is strong
we learn to build in the heart many a room
and yearn for the realm to where we belong.


The lines used :
(Walk through this world with me
Share all my dreams with me)
George Jones song : 'Walk Through This World With Me'

https://youtu.be/ieDXpVpjieE

Premium Member Our Last Stroll

Brisk breezes chilled us, we picked up our pace
That night we strolled beneath the harvest moon
And how I wish right now we could embrace
Your warm arms sheltered me like a cocoon

Your deep voice singing “Strangers in the Night”
I laughed as we’d been friends some eighteen years 
Our spirits danced; I would not show my fright
But worried soon nothing would stop my tears 

For I knew then that God was calling you
Your cancer-ravaged body, oh so thin
Now I have lonely nights in which to rue
The loss of one who seemed to be my twin

On autumn nights when moonbeams light the stage
Your shadow dances still and quells my rage

Premium Member Autumn Stroll

crumbling
leaves drift with wind
naked branches shiver
crisp scarlet, gold carpet is laid
onwards

misty
fog fills the air
masking grey gloomy skies
brisk breeze blows pinecones into
puddles

odours
of faint wood smoke
like an earthly perfume
infuse dawn's dewdrops on iced fields
ahead

hungry
blackbirds hover
searching for sweet berries
blanket of dark clouds cover sky
home time!
© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Autumn Stroll

Autumn Stroll


Autumn

Gold foliage

Brilliantly surrounds me

Strolling forest's sunlit pathway

Aglow.


Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Contest: Autumn Stroll Cinquain Form
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 10/26/2015

Premium Member Autumn Stroll

A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet!
My soul is gratified as I meander midst its colorful riot!
Another glorious autumn has burst forth in all its splendor!
The Creator displays a vista no mere artist would dare render!

Gentle zephyrs stir eddies of colorful leaves along the way.
A myriad of wild flowers greet me with their brilliant display.
Trees that a short while ago offered welcome summer shade,
Now lift barren arms as if in prayer sans their leaves of jade.

Not a cloud mars the pristine blue of the Colorado sky.
A skein of geese wing southward sounding their plaintive cry.
Stately Colorado spruce 'neath which deer now gambol and browse,
Will soon have garlands of snow adorning their spreading boughs.

The shrill blare of an elk startles me from my reverie,
As he calls for a mate with his ever sovereign plea.
I pause on a nearby knoll to view yon shimmering lake,
Teeming with graceful ducks, guarded by a magnificent drake!

Foolish poets and artists have strived to portray each season.
They have tried and failed because of a very real reason.
Only He Who is the Master Artist and ruler over all,
Will ordain the beauty of the seasons, especially the exquisite fall!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Premium Member The Pumpkin Stroll

My feet step in time to the great Pumpkin Stroll 
                  where gourds are like chords of a song
I tap dance around golden orbs of delight
                             As Fall once again comes along

So happy, the sounds of the rustling leaves
                             of ochre and crimson and green
My mind is a whirl, Jack-o-lanterns to make
                                The scariest you’ve ever seen

The cider has left me abuzz with intent
                              the patches, a bounteous crop
A tipsy reminder to walk with great care
                when blades are then drawn set to chop

Selecting perfection of orange leafy squash
                          I’m pleased at achieving my goal
Still stepping in time to Fall’s musical whim
                       I’ve loved doing my Pumpkin Stroll

So stop by and wonder when pies may be set
                                 on window sill ready to cool
But don’t lay a finger until time is right
                             lest you reconcile with a ghoul!


Premium Member As We Stroll Along Lanes of Truth, Lies Or Convenient Illusions

As We Stroll Along Lanes Of Truth, Lies Or Convenient Illusions

But if truth and light grace your soul
And a wisdom shields heart and mind,
You may in life hope for the best
As we stroll along lanes of truth, lies or convenient  illusions
And either we come to know or not know
That to this dark world- we are less than nothing.
O truth! Does life and love gift all we need
As that gaze from stars crying while looking down
We then, that are not born of eternal seeds
Wade through this ever changing realm 
Mired in the darkness which patiently lies,  waiting within!

In love we think we are flowers blooming forever
In gardens devoid of decay
Yet invisible beyond that veil
Are powers that seethe in anger
Things that seek to destroy, and eat us alive.
Such foreboding exists, as does ground beneath bare and roaming feet
Although in blindness we see only with limited sight we have
Prone to seek peace, love and beauty,
We conjure up fantasies and dreams
Illusions that quell our deep and internal fears!

Ah, gone are days of the magical gods
They which could be insured to take the blame
Those that set us into perils, into savage wars
In our ignorance we saw- the gods played and wreaked havoc
As we, heaped upon this world mysterious gifts of darkness
And paraded forth as if living was a mere game
A thing which we mastered, a monster we truly controlled.

And in that deception we saw imagined gods that we had conquered 
And we imagined the Gods that we had become-through our magnificent being!

Robert J. Lindley, May 20th 1989
Verse
Note: Deleted

Premium Member Summer Stroll

golden grains of sand
gentle waves caress our toes
dreams walk on ... kiss you!

Jan Allison
20th November 2014
Thanks to Demetrios for his assistance with the final line

Premium Member Frosty Night Stroll

When twilight hangs on the silver of trees
In ways the boughs are draped with frost's release,

My tempo of whistling strides and feet unfurl
Beneath the dome of clouds,  set in misty pearl.

Lilacs pose with sheen in a crystal dress
On branches gracing a season's finesse,

The nightingales coo of winter's refrain
Along roads where love finds sweet comfort gained.

In solace, I marvel at this jeweled hour
As lanterns guide my stroll through night's tower!



Juli- Michelles's Rhyme Battle, Round 3 
by nette onclaud

Premium Member Autumn Stroll

Dappled 
Sunlight streaming
Casting dancing shadows
Leaves whispering very gently…
Listen 


Crunchy
Foliage falls
Wizened leaves decaying
Autumnal blanket covers earth - 
Stunning

10~22~15

Contest Autumn Stroll
Sponsor Eve Roper

Stroll Slowly

Stroll slowly along the beach with me
Together under the brilliant stars
Come listen to my heart songs
I'll love you just the way you are

Be my one and only
The answer to my prayers
Come and walk beside me
The rest of our living years

I'll gaze lovingly into those caramel eyes
Stroke lightly on your lambent cheek
Whisper sweet poetry in your attentive ear
My heart will tremble as we speak

Wrap your arms securely around me 
Make me feel safe and warm
Comfort me with hugs and kisses
Together we'll weather the storms
© Tim Smith  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Autumn Stroll

 
foggy
rain is dripping
as I stroll in autumn
that makes me breathless with beauty
golden


________________________
October 21, 2015


Poetry/Traditional Cinquain/Autumn Stroll
Copyright Protected, ID 15-719-862-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

For the contest, Autumn Stroll Cinquain
Sponsor, Eve Roper

First Place

Amidst the Morning Hush

as lover's stroll amidst the morning hush
silent eyes yawn, stumbling fingers entwine
whilst through frothy waves reflective skies blush
squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine

silent eyes yawn, stumbling fingers entwine
as playful dolphins tumble in the waves
squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
through the mist, sandpiper perched on the staves

as playful dolphins tumble in the waves
momentary embrace of lover's lips
through the mist, sandpiper perched on the staves
as darkness excites in solar eclipse

momentary embrace of lover's lips
silently gazing at horizon's edge
as darkness excites in solar eclipse
trailing footsteps fade out from ocean's ledge

silently gazing at horizon's edge
whilst through frothy waves reflective skies blush
trailing footsteps fade out from ocean's ledge
as lover's stroll amidst the morning hush

November 30, 2019

Seagulls poetry contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper

Premium Member A Walk To the River

A scarlet tanager sits primly on the rail
Of the new fence erected near the meadow,
He eyes me stroll as I take in every detail
The path to the woodland is rather narrow,

Infrequently used, it is rapidly overgrowing
I am brushing against the yellow yarrow,
As hottest of summer is fast approaching
The meadowland has nary a cooling shadow.

Happily, I note the salt lick has disappeared
I hope its purposes were well-intentioned,
Certainly not as the hunter’s ploy, I feared
In a previous post, I am sure I mentioned.

I feel the coolness of the pleasant breeze
As I approach the edge of the tree line
Where meadow gives way to aspen trees,
And further on, a stand of taller pine. 

I shall follow the trail through the wood
To the river which I can faintly hear, ahead
Where I saw a huge buck in full manhood,
And I have seen signs of where he bed.
   
It is a good two-mile hike, not exhausting
But I stop to examine new growth along
And for moments to reflect, I am pausing,
I’m encouraged by the tanager’s song. 

Written June 18, 2022

Premium Member A Love Stroll In the Countryside

Come my love, let's rest under the lilac trees,
Hear the vast countryside sing with dewy grass,
Birds fly high twittering their mating allure.
I look only on your face so smooth, so class.

It's now late afternoon and birds go to rest
Let's enjoy the soft breeze that meander through
Tall trees, swaying lightly in the evening and
There a cottage , walls covered with flowers blue.

There we'll have a high tea, a splendid cook's fare
Till the sun disappears and darkness covers
The terrain so green while a slice of red moon
Ascend slowly, lightens us as two lovers

We watch the bright landscape in magic moonlight.
I feel her face resting on my shoulders, tired.
We ascend for a good night's sleep in our room,
We kiss and know we have what love we required.

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