Best Walking Poems
For the rose without season is you
Light between stars shine through your soul
Ocean of kindness whispers your name
Joy resides in those beautiful eyes
Treasure trove,a friend to keep
Humbleness and Honesty your virtues
Open-hearted to all,expecting nothing in return
Mother and Wife who lives life for her beloveds
Admirable for verse,and much more for gentle deeds
Special is the best word which sincierely describes you.
Dedicated to Flo.J Thomas- a friend who supported so many soupers here on ps ,by reading our poetry,and encouraged so many by giving free memberships ,She even sent so many surprise gifts across the ocean,one of which has even reached my own land,and made me so happy.
Today Flo. is gone.Her account is closed,and Her beautiful words are now replaced by an empty page, on this site.This saddens me deeply. It saddens me anytime any souper gets hurt enough to leave.It hurts because poetry 's purpose is not to hurt people but to unite them.Us soupers here should be more careful how to use our words .Lets not let our tongues work faster than our hearts,nor our pretentious minds play the game better than our kindred souls.Someone have hurt Flo badly by stating mean remarks about Her,so I was told.I don't know who that someone is,because Flo was woman enough not to reveal names,but She was hurt,hurt enough to leave here, and close Her account.I can't watch more soupers leave due this nonesense.Pls lets all be more careful how to use our words.I am not pointing fingers at anyone in particular,I am saying this to myself as well.We all need to be more gentle and respectful .Situations like these are making friends considering leaving here for good, and each time one of us is gone, its a huge loss for our soup familyLet us all remember that once we utter a word we cannot take it back.It is ok for us to be different,have our distinct ideas, it is great to share them,but lets do everything with love.
To our dear Flo I say -'Please do return to poetrysoup and open a new account.I am sure you are greatly missed by many,sweet lady with an uplifting spirit.Thanks for being You.Pls Come Back '.
Whilst walking through the woods one day
A crystal brook there, shone so gay
The sun was shining oh' so bright
As brook reflected all it's light
Buzzing insects all around
Oh' they made a delightful sound
Birds flew upwards to the sky
These parrots made a hue and cry
Carpet of flowers with lovely scent
It seemed this morn way heaven sent
The flowers opened to the sun
This walk for me was so much fun
Sheep bleated from far away
Oh it was such a lovely day
I step out of the boat
Wishing to walk on water
Beckoned by the Faithful Son
Whom You sent me Father
But my gaze turns to the ocean
As dark storm clouds they appear
I sink down into the deep
Even though, Jesus is near
The waves overwhelm me
For my faith is faint
A man with many problems
More a sinner than a saint
Still Jesus doesn’t forsake me
He reaches down from above
If I grasp firmly to His hand
I can be saved by His Love
Yet there is a strange comfort
As my lungs they fill with water
It’s the Devil who seduces me
Please Lord I beg you, save me Father!
Within me Jesus’s power
I can feel my body rise
Yes the waters become calm
As I gaze into my Saviour’s eyes
So now I can walk on water
With my Saviour hand in hand
I can make it to the shore
and step on Sacred land
Fear no longer rules me
Each breath is mine to breathe
No storm will overwhelm me
as long as I believe.
I want to
I really do
I want to walk the walk
But I have a limp
Hobbled by all the things I think
There seems to be more than one missing link
On the beach of life, I try stepping softly but still I sink
I want to
I really do
I want to talk the talk
But I'm afraid, fifty shades of grey times two
How do I know if what I believe is true?
Will it be evidenced by the things I do?
Or in the end will I be influenced by you?
Walking and talking
It's just not enough
I need to relinquish all my inner stuff
Allowing myself to be weak instead of tough
For if God works in mysterious ways
Everything leads to the end of days
So instead of walking and talking my hands I'll raise
With voice and heart I will give God praise
If I allow Jesus to love me
He will guide my walk
He will permeate my heart and the way I talk
My inner softness he will surely unlock
His words not mine will become my rock
it's not about doing
It's more about being
His way, is the way of helping and seeing
By letting Him lead, it will be more freeing
The more I witness the more I'll be believing
Walking and talking but more importantly listening!
Inspired by Debbie Guzzi's contest but not for the contest.
To Daddy, Mama, Billy-Bro, Punky and Massachusetts....
Glazed, deep snow, virgin crunched under my aimless walk
as I idle rambled onward through a vacant, bare-treed park.
Sun was so high that its brightness flashed sparkling pastels.
Fleeting blue spots danced randomly and surrounded me
with images of us until old tears appeared and newly swelled.
In and out, snow to house, young you and me in tender years
of igloos, snowmen, skating, snow ball laughing and fighting,
in animal mittens Mama knitted and snow suits tightly snug.
On some far stage, I feel sure we are still close and at play,
but today I have no smile to curl, just winter’s bleak weight
from tons of missing and reminiscing for my ill, lost brother.
Climbing a hill covered in deep snow reminded me how thick
my own thoughts were sadness bogged, of love now long gone
that was once joyously caught and I swear that hill mocked me.
My legs moved on their own accord as memories of other hills
caught my heart and held it painfully, eloquently still-scored.
Looking up as though Daddy could see me, remember with me
the hand holding and hill rolling he showed me decades ago
as his delight from falling snow created and molded my own.
Years later it was my son’s hand he held, watching icicles melt
while from a distance I watched their silence spill laughter
and their sled fly hills, growing a bond now many winters gone.
At hills peak, I felt my aches that winter etched as pains’ crafter.
Memories where finality marks each season, hurt me most of all.
There is one kind of beauty in a morning walk illuminated by the moon..and yet…there is a different kind of beauty walking after a rain…when all the streets are wet.
The streets take on a glow…one you never see at noon…the shadows seem to shimmer in light reflected from the moon.
There is a freshness in the air…a coolness in the breeze…as it carries with it raindrops it has shaken from the trees.
Still enough raindrops remain upon the trees…those unable to take flight…giving the trees a feeling of Christmas…as they sparkle in the night.
Age seems to fade away…as you breathe the misty air into your lungs…as you splash around in puddles…like you did when you were young.
If you listen to the crickets…the owls…the nightingales…you find it difficult to decide…if you are hearing more sounds than usual…or if they’re just amplified.
You stop a moment…look up…and give thanks…grateful you’ve been allowed…to watch the moon, the stars….the planets…playing hide and seek among the clouds.
And you pause as you’re walk is ending…trying to remember everything because you don’t want to forget…
the sights
the sounds
from your morning walk…
when all the streets are wet.
For the rose without season is you
Light between stars shines through your soul
Ocean of kindness whispers your name
Joy resides in those beautiful eyes
Treasure trove,a friend to keep
Humbleness and Honesty,your virtues.
Open-hearted to all,expecting nothing in return.
Mother and wife who lives life for your beloveds
Admirable for verse,and much more for deed.
Special is the best word that sincierely describes you.
Dedicated to my dear friend Flo with love and gratitude-Thankyou.
(Please spare one minute to read my blog: FJ.Thomas if you can.
Pain refines,
but grace restores.
This is the whisper
of strength.
There are days
when the world feels heavy,
when the echoes of yesterday
press against the walls of today.
You walk forward,
yet the past lingers like a shadow . . .
a silent presence
reminding you
where you’ve been.
But hear this:
You are not bound
by what was.
You are shaped
by your resilience,
by the moments
when you chose to rise,
even when
the weight of it all
begged you
to fall.
Pain has touched you,
but it has not
broken you.
Instead,
it carved wisdom
into your bones,
strength
into your spirit,
and grace
into your steps.
Healing comes.
Whatever storm
you walk through now,
it is not here
to consume you.
It is here
to remind you
of the fire within,
the unwavering light
that refuses to dim.
Rescue comes.
And in this chapter . . .
you choose to rise.
Let these words
settle within you.
Breathe in
strength,
exhale
doubt.
You are seen,
you are heard,
and
you are never alone.
Walking Away
I walked away today
Something has changed
My thoughts, my emotions have jolted to a halt.
I do not feel the same as I did yesterday
A wall of magnitude has completely blinded my view
To barricade the ones that have steadily darkened each hidden crevice
And to protect my tethered heart
Everyone has their breaking points
No more left to give
I have a new life to live!
The disappointment of what could have been
Is what aches me so poorly
And the grasping of hope of one day observing a better you...
The softness of my intentions have become solid and firm
Once upon a time, I promise I did care
But this cloak of a fool I will no longer wear
Each and every day I opened my door for you
Allowing you to walkthrough
Granting you access to my private domain
To which only a few have remained
Today the life you once knew is no more
As you watched me close my opened door
Walking away
Walking away
Walking away...from you
Copyright@Tammy Bowers 2021
A walk in solitude is sometimes best
to weigh my thoughts in nature's open-air
and put my heart and soul to needed rest
where only I, with quiet beauty, share.
For then, when inner troubles wake and stir,
the beauty of the sky can wrap around
with softness, like a blanket- swaddle, blur
my problems until good resolves are found.
The singing of the birds lifts up my heart;
their melodies soothe well my anxious mind,
as if they speak to me alone, impart
a peacefulness where tensions soon unwind.
The swaying, tall tree branches wave to me
with graceful arms that gently pull me in,
Their motion holds my mind in fantasy,
and like a child, I feel caressed within.
A walk in solitude is my sweet gift,
for side by side with nature, I'm reborn
with its fresh air and beauty- such a lift
to leave behind my cares, soon gone, outworn.
So many think about changing the whole world,
few think about changing their very selves.
Standing on the precipice, peer beyond.
Pierce your personal, privileged bubble.
View the vast vision across all beings.
In wonder, count the petals of a flower.
Be amazed, probe a chambered nautilus.
Walk backwards out of Fibonacci's Spiral
into eternal embrace with enlightenment.
Spin science's vortex, fall into art's abyss.
Through the dark to the light and back again.
A looking glass within a looking glass,
mirroring all nature, realities' rules.
It seems little opens closed minds much
but when it does, it opens hearts forever.
Buddha's "mind-heart" path, hoping all will walk.
Walking through two doors at once can happen.
Trust that quantum particles jumping
in and out of existence can be real.
Or gaze deeply into a baby's eyes
and not picture the expanding universe.
Rather, see yourself this time, finally looking out.
Enlightenment finds you, you don't find it.
As it approaches, make your mind be still
all you need is loving-kindness and a smile.
Illustration Colored Pencil By G. Gaul
Man's bestie
Not a poodle
or westie
He looks like a wolf
Not in sheep's clothing
No danger
Only love
Faithful presence
Honest happiness
I can call his name
And in he comes
Boundless
Longing to be known
Happy to have grown
Up with me
He rests and dreams
So do I
We dream together
We walk
I talk
Whatever the weather
He teaches me something
Every day
About faithfulness
Simplicity
Honesty
Love
Even when we have to say
Goodbye
His memory
Will be etched
Onto the tombstone
Of my life
The first step
Maybe hardest to take
The second step
YOU may never make
On the third step
You'll begin to walk
The fourth step
Teaches the way to talk
Taking the fifth step
You'll be reaching out to hold
On the sixth step
You're standing on your own
Because the seventh step
Uses all you've learnt
On the eighth step
You're eager to achieve your goals
Save the ninth step
No room to hesitate
On the tenth...
YOU'LL be walking in Steps of Faith
It’s magic walking in the dark,
The sidewalks empty, shadows stark
And dogs have not begun to bark;
There’s promise in the air.
The birds are waking in the park,
Each chirp a beak-to-beak remark
And on the river, tugboats hark,
En route to who-knows-where.
When daylight breaks I disembark
From reveries the pre-dawns spark
As I confront the question mark
Of how the day will fare.
He has a gentle way about him
when you see him passing through.
He doesn't say "look at me" with a big neon sign,
but his friendliness is subtle like an evening breeze
(a smile wrapped in one big parenthesis)
Cool as a cucumber, calm and collected,
(look careful and you'll find an intellect
dressed in a High-Five and a Way-To-Go!)
But the only thing that deceives me so
--- though I guess it can be forgiven (and please don't be livid)
but my friend Paul, he's a walking contradiction,
for "callous" he is not!
For Paul Callus