Best Walker Poems
There’s the tightrope for you to walk, wire walker —
defying the gravity of reality and the reality of gravity
you know damn well he won't catch you when you fall
as your sticky grip on the star’s razor edge slips
back away from the black back-alley -
use the street’s angles and curves to your advantage
run! from the rouse of his lure
as the lore is as sordid as it is euphoric -
ruined as you are by the ruse of his rune
fade to disappearance with distance
ride the rift of spindrift; a smoke screen
as if you were never here
but the territorial she-wolf knows…
she dreams of pouring rain pooling on a blurry beach
though she may choose not to open sand-puddled eyes
intuition is not blind and instincts are hackled —
for she’s downwind of dual deception
and her elegant nose is one with the yellow-rose winds
her howls now haunt your hurricane
passion’s kite - once blissfully lost in windy swagger
brash in its stellar flash amidst a hazy starlit pinwheel -
has returned a stormy petrel
dark and hovering over self-inflicted wounds feeding on strife —
incised by the rapier side-eye of your conscience
you seek to stem the red flow of guilt washing up in waves
knowing you can’t dye scarlet heartbeats white
there’s the tightrope for you to walk, wire walker;
the bloodline — that which binds
a sinful sister’s envies to the sinless sister
and divides loaves of husband-lies for the bronze bloodless sinner.
Categories:
walker, betrayal, conflict, husband, jealousy,
Form:
Free verse
Old John's birthday was fast approaching, he'd be seventy-two
And his family asked him nicely what he would like to do
"Do you fancy a nice picnic or sightseeing on a train?"
"No thanks" said Old John "I'd like to wing walk on a plane ".
His family thought he was joking, in fun they all did mock
They said "It will be freezing, and you might die of shock"
He said" I have no fear, and everything will be just fine
I found it on a website, and I've booked it on the line".
His family they were mortified and thought that he was joking
But one week from today Old John he'll be high flying
A week later at the airfield Old John was quite ecstatic
His family on the other hand were all starting to panic.
He had his safety briefing and then put on all his gear
Now he was raring to go, Old John he showed no fear
He climbed up onto the wing and then he got strapped in
The pilot gave him the thumbs up and soon they were flying.
Up into the air now, they banked to the left and right
His family they all agreed it was one awesome sight
The pilot signalled to Old John, it was the grand finale
This is what Old John had wanted all his family to see.
The plane it dived then looped the loop, it was incredible to see
Old John was already thinking of what his next stunt could be
The plane then landed safely his family they were all so proud
Old Johns ears were still ringing; the wind had been so loud.
He'd felt the cold biting wind pressing hard against his face
Jokingly he asked his family if it was still in one place
His wife she then kissed him and asked, "How do you feel"?
Old John said, "I'm starving now, I'm ready for a big meal".
His son then asked him, what his next bold venture would be
Old John laughed out loudly and said "A shark cage in the sea
My life I see as a book with pages that are not written yet
I always confront my fears or there will be blank pages of regret".
Categories:
walker, age, birthday, flying, funny,
Form:
Narrative
Dear Spoken Word
Thank for giving me
A platform Im able to perform.
From the page to the stage
Youve been an out for me as time passed on.
When I first saw you, it was in the 8th grade,
And at first, I didnt know what to think of you
It was like rap and poetry mixing together into
A whole different artform.
A style for the young to listen to and perform.
Then came 10th grade,
One day I was looking for slam poetry on YouTube
While many were dope
But I wanted something clean to listen hear
So, I found a lady from p4cm and since then
Youve have always kept me near.
I got into poetry at 14
But it was you that truly gave me a voice
When there wasnt anyone to speak for me.
Being that I was a misfit
Finding you was one my greatest discovery.
In you there are no boundaries
Unlike traditional poetry
Im not limited to words in Websters dictionary
But also slang words found in Urban dictionary.
You really resonate with me,
Blending the worlds of hip-hop and poetry.
One world that raised me
And the other that nurtured me.
Im truly am in awe in how you transcend cultures
From hip-hop to goth
From punk to hipster
From non-believer to Christian.
You give a reason for anyone to listen.
You have been such a big part of my life
A place of comfort,
A place where I dont feel alone
And a place where I can truly express myself.
Outside of you I stumble with words,
But in you I can I can always find my inner-self.
Growing up I was always a misfit
Being the kid that was labeled autistic.
I was constantly reminded of
Your clothes dont match, you talk much,
You too soft, too clumsy etc.
I never fit in so you helped me stand out
And me find peace within.
I committed myself into mastering you
I know this journey may have
Some bumps on the road
But Im willing to take that risk
As more literary devices unfold.
Ill be the husband and youll be the bride
We may argue, we may disagree,
But like a faithful man
Im always there alongside.
Categories:
walker, slam,
Form:
Rhyme
Remnants have been stained the color of
The blood moon
Hidden beneath the boulder that is Western
Civilization
The glory of sunrise has been buried
With promises of eternal light
Fruits of darkness lay crushed under
Waves of chanting the righteous
Path
Many trails the night traveller takes
Lead to love
Every hand is needed now to sow
Forgotten remnants to every corner
Where fear of darkness huddles
True love bears fruit even under cover
Of shadows
Do not be afraid
Joy will come to you who has no
Fear of receding light
Love will be your
Reward
01/01/15
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Categories:
walker, blessing, , western,
Form:
Free verse
SHALL I ANTICIPATE APACE TO THEE A STORY,
THROUGH MY HEART TO MIND, FROM NIGHT TILL DAWN YOU WERE A GLORY,
THOUGH BEDRIDDEN, IN MY SENSES AND FEELINGS THOU TOOK A JOURNEY,
PAY ATTENTION AS I VERB THE ANECDOTE OF MY AGONY.
IN MY EYES YOU SMILED AT AN ANGLE,
BUT STILL, YOU’RE BEAUTY!! YOU WRESTLE WITH AN ANGEL,
GENTLY CRAFTED AND CURVED AS A GOBLET, I MELT LIKE A CANDLE,
QUICKLY VISITED MY DREAMS FOR A HUG, AS A SOLDIER WHO RIDE FOR HIS CASTLE.
YOU WALKED LIKE SPRING,
YOUR SOUL COOL AS WINTER AS ITS LAST LEAVES CLING,
AND SMILE LIKE SUMMER WHEN YOU CALL ME YOUR KING,
TO ME YOU’RE EVERYTHING BY EVERYTHING I MEAN ANYTHING.
HOW IT BEGAN, WHETHER BY ME OR THEE I DO NOT KNOW,
FACE AND LIPS TRY TO REACH, BUT SOMETHING TRIES TO BLOW,
ITS 08:15 IN THE MORNING, MY ALARM RANG BEFORE MY LECTURE GAVE ME MY LAST WARNING.
Categories:
walker, beautiful, beauty, fantasy, i
Form:
Sonnet
His instructor said he must wear tights
Most essential in these sorts of flights
Fred said take them away
Folks would think I was gay
The truth is that Fred’s scared of heights
Fred fibbed that he’d been a wing walker
A falsehood, this sure was a corker
His relations soon found
He did not leave the ground
It’s a good job he’s a fast talker!
Inspired by The Wing Walker by Tom Cunningham
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_wing_walker_990038
2/06/18
Categories:
walker, flying, fun, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Steps leading
down
to a steep ravine
one path to
take
The cautious walker
moves slowly
measuring every step
Let's not laugh too
hard at him
He may look frazzled
but he has guts
If he is careful
He will reach the stream
This stream
flows through the canyon
leaving small creatures in
its wake
The light from above
shines down on
the ravine
Careful, man careful
The dangers are real
The time is very short
You'll reach your goal
and see life from the
other side
If you move carefully
and do not falter
with your steps
Categories:
walker, adventure, allegory
Form:
Free verse
She floats up and down the heartbreak sidewalks
Hungry, looking for the golden ticket from the
Next john that might not hurt her but instead
Rescue her from the depravity of the life she lives.
Everyone is happy, everyone is free, she thinks
Coasting and mingling with her fellow walkers
Of the night....a typical situation....she vibrates
And is alive with her erotic beauty and she
Is frightening to look at in all her glory....Only
If she had glory, to leave this tunnel of love
That never ends....her Ned to produce, to
Buy the little vial of prudence, is foremost.
She bends over cars smiling, glowing, so
Sincere in her effort to offer the family man theFantasy of rebirth and explosion of a frenzied, Sweaty moment to be sent home sated and guilty.
She is so lonely for what it used to be like....
Was she ever a child playing with strings and
Golden things or did she just one day manifest
Herself into this life of solitude and ugliness?
Daylight comes blaring the start of another
Dingy day and crystal pipes to ease her
Guilt and shame with the knowledge that
Darkness will come and she will walk her mile.
Categories:
walker, addiction, allusion, anxiety, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
There she goes into the moon dust
Walking in the silver lit fair and just,
Above stars were sprinkled on her hair,
Her body,clothes with perfumed jasmine air,
She carries galaxy in her eyes;
Wearing her hope like a crown and rise,
Her head filled with fantasies and dreams,
Carrying universe of light in her heart to beam;
She laughs with a singing nightingale,
Spreading sweetness above the heaven's dale,
Her smile puts shame to the pale shining moon
Even that the sun sinks before noon
Now! The universe is raven black,
But she paints the skyline hueful lilac
How beautiful is your heart of gold!
That heals and scars soon enfold,
Oh! How mighty is your soul?
That touches all hearts without control,
Her beauty cannot be deform by any storms ,
Her wing will reform and fly in the prodigious swarms.
Categories:
walker, beautiful, blessing, daffodils, dance,
Form:
Rhyme
loud cracks and creaks permeate the silence
inferno’s roar is heard in keen ears of wildlife
terror is felt throughout the forest
animals flee, but many do not make it out
the blinding smoke and their fear leaves them helpless
some curl up, waiting for death
the fire walker trots through the forest looking for her young
not realizing she lost them several decades ago
she is the only soul stuck in this purgatory of flames
Categories:
walker, fire,
Form:
Free verse
Street Walker in Oslo
As the black-winged night occupies my balcony
and spread its wings in triumph and shop lights
try in vain to illuminate and gladden a grubby street
I see you leaving your flat and begin your night shift
As you walk past splashes of yellow light,
I can see your white powdered face has not yet
settled into its customary inviting grin and your
lips are a machete slash where blood has coagulated
into lumps long ago.
Dressed in red tonight in the hope of attracting
rampant lust, but since you are an old bird
you are reduced to service those with a putrid need
for violence, but even in your disgrace I know
your heart is pure.
Categories:
walker, anger, beauty, betrayal,
Form:
Blank verse
A silent walker strides his course
In pensive contemplation
His brain a fire with thoughts of life
In search of explanation
The quiet man continues on
His path is often winding
He wonders how his life will turn
And what will be the finding
On his road, he learned that life
Is worth the tribulation
That joy and sorrow sometime meet
A part of life’s narration
I love to walk in silence still
Though now in recollection
When I think of my younger days
In peaceful introspection
1/26/18
Categories:
walker, introspection, life, self,
Form:
Rhyme
Verlena S. Walker
Vivacious being
Earthly skin tone
Reality of the world
Living for the moment
Entertained by her imagination
Never lost in thought
All aspects of life are focal points.
(S.) ensual sensitivity endeavoring triangle
(E) verlasting is her stride.
(X) is the answer mark
(T) ogether with those that are important.
(O) nly a spirit embodied
(N) either way is preferred.
Willing to enrapture emergence
As is derives innovation
Lively and invigorating
Keeper of the Shrine of God
Enshrined by faith and religion
Rich is the soul that embellishes the mind.
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Penned on January 04, 2015!
Categories:
walker, blue, how i feel,
Form:
Acrostic
With your spirits well down and the feeling is low.
Here's a few drams of whisky, that gives you a glow.
Try, Johnnie Walker blue, it's a taste bud sensation.
So perfect a blend, for a special occasion.
Or maybe black label, a whisky so smooth.
All your troubles and cares it's magic will soothe.
Green label's sweet flavour, gives a fine floral nose.
Exciting, Inviting, the intensity grows.
And for those getting old, when the weather turns cold.
There's nothing much better, than a wee dram of gold.
Our red labels, for sharing, when mixing with friends.
The choice is those colours for your favourite blends.
George Seal. 6/ 1/ 2015.
Categories:
walker, drink,
Form:
Couplet
Goodbye Johnny Walker
Joanna Davis
I swear I’m in a nightmare,
I know it’s some bad dream
This craving for the deadly juice,
Is nothing new it seems
Our life is one long quarrel,
A battle no one can win
Am I paying a kind of penance,
For some past life of sin?
I won’t put up with this forever,
The smell or wavering gait
If I stay with you much longer,
I’ll surely be tempting my fate
A soul that’s soaked with liquor,
With breath to ignite a match
But your handsome looks so deceiving,
I naively believed you a catch!
You’ll promise it’s the last time,
Say you’re done… that it’s the end!
But in me you see a nagging wife,
While in the bottle - a comforting friend
Tell me exactly how, I can win,
Or compete with something so pure?
What kind of psychological jargon,
Would even up the score?
This demon is so elusive,
Someone, somewhere, please advise me,
What spirits will finally convince you,
To seek your desired sobriety!
Categories:
walker, angst, funny, health, husband,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble