Best Walks Poems


She Walks In Silence

She walks in silence, like a lapping wave
drowned in chastity and flooded with rave
holding dear and tight her very beauties
denying all her gems and rubies.
Her powers disabled under the spell
the flame in wouldn’t break out of its shell.

Tempted to trace a humming call of fate
allured but reluctant to take the bait.
The strings of her heart lost their pitch and tone
the clutches of mind hurting to the bone.
Untraceable are the paths to no end
unable to soul unself and ascend.

She walks in silence, like a gliding breeze
fervent rising prayers brought her to her knees
seeking the blessings of grace, peace and love
if only her pain she could rise above.
Nameless beauty would dissolve in her womb
Her wounds.. sins she  would carry to her tomb.

Inspired by  “She Walks In Beauty”   Lord Byron (George Gordon)

A Shadow Walks Beside Me

A shadow walks
beside me
in the sun—
faithful companion,
mimicking my every move. 

Through the
decades of my life,
I scarcely noticed
little changes
in his form. 

He seems just  
a bit shorter now
and stooped slightly
at the waist—moving
slower than before. 

Now I find he is
also not so near
and one hand mimicks
the shake of my own hand. 
Where does that come from?

Hardly see him anymore,
as I sit here in my room. 
But friends and dear ones
gather round. 
I seldom feel alone. 

I tug now at my shadow,
for he shuffles more than walks,
as I spend more time outside,
walking in the sun, finding
purpose in my days. 

Still my shadow struggles but
works hard as any friend—
never giving up. 
Someday, I suppose,
I'll finally get a new one.

Premium Member A Unicorn Walks Into a Bar

He walks into the bar 
Like a movie star

With swagger 
Out pouring the lager

Topped by a mop 
Of such mythical proportion

It hushes the crowd 
With its absorption

More adorn
Than a unicorn

Waving a pompadour 
As big as a brontosaur




9/3/2019

Swagger Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier


Premium Member Where Man Walks Blindly and Heart Begs Relief

Where Man Walks Blindly And Heart Begs Relief

In the gnashing of teeth rests 
a curse hurled at infinity
with its smug cannons of false piety
and impudent airs of erosion.
Where that mystical Chalice of Hope
walks upon its three broken legs
seven poison arrows await delivery
unto Dawn's wide and gaping jaws.
As solemn cries quake the dying tree
untouched fruit, begs the ants
see our value, our sorrows
and tear into us, divinely.
From within hurt's final locket
golden relief asks no more
midnight flights of fancy
or delicious dregs of sad sorrows.
From seas of swarming inequities
fly certainty of rectitude
pipes of anxiety
chasms of cavernous solitude
and spasms of deepest regrets.
Where hides oceans of serenity
touch of soft velvety clouds
fertile soils of sweet charity
warmth of dawn's gasping lights
its new greeting hands?

Robert J. Lindley, 5-04-2019
Free verse, ( Thoughts My Muse Once Forbade Me To Ink )
Note: From this following old poem fragment that I recently found
on the back of one of my longer poems, I sat down and decided to write a free verse creation from that ancient time in my life and my memory of my thoughts back then 
("As I walk short plank over hollow seas
  Begging my feet to race ever faster
  Or else jump as if all falling was free
  And no more was Fate my truest master!" 
  RJL,1973 )

Premium Member ''They Graze In Beauty,'' a Pastoral Parody of Lord Byron's ''She Walks In Beauty''

THEY graze in beauty on the land
     of grassy glades and dewy dales,
and all that's best of tamed and tanned
     meets in their aspect and their tails;
thus softened with that tender hand
     which Shepherd to mild glen compels.

One fleece the more, one spot the less,
     had half-possessed the shearless grace
which wreathes in every woolen tress
     that gently whitens o'er their face,
where eyes serenely sweet express
     how pure, how dear their ovine race.

And on that rump, and o'er that round,
     so firm, so strong, yet elegant,
the baas that win, the hooves that bound,
     but tell of days in meadows spent—
a flock at peace with all around,
     a drove whose milk is innocent.

Premium Member When Wisdom Walks

WHEN WISDOM WALKS

Lies,
shams,
they cloud
the truth's eyes.
They seed buds of sin
which unfolds to depravity,
as they... can smother hope or stroke all lobes of the mind
but if we let honesty spearheads our deeds then there we permitted wisdom to walk...
______________________________________________
Sponsor	Rob Carmack
Contest Name	Fibonacci 
==Placed 1st==

O.E. Guillermo
12:32 pm,  March 14, 2015


In Her High Heels - She Walks

In her High Heels - She Walks 

On golden sunbeams she gracefully strides, 
elegant in her little black dress; like Audrey Hepburn,
she a star sparkling in sexy, black shiny stilettoes.
Stepping high on heels and high on love, she smiles  
anticipating breakfast fit for a goddess…at Tiffany’s.


06-03-2018

Contest:     She Walks
Sponsor:     Julia Ward
Placement:  1st

Premium Member I Love the Way She Wiggles When She Walks

I Love The Way She Wiggles When She Walks


I love the way she wiggles when she walks
her beautiful smile that shows her delight.
She fascinates me with sweet, sexy talks
together in bed on cold winter nights.

Hot romance like this comes along rarely
her soft, gentle touch swells my ardor.
When she undresses, I can just barely
Hold back I do, each time it gets harder.

I love the way she wiggles when she walks!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-26-2016

Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10
Total # Syllables: 90
Total # Lines: 11 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 69

Note--Written for PD contest, must be under ten lines, max syllables per verse -ten.

Premium Member Where Man Walks Blindly Crying All Is Lost

Where Man Walks Blindly Crying All Is Lost

As mind ponders on life and its brief span-
Only a gasp in the great fog of time;
Fleeting the days and quests of mortal man
Often in darkness, void of any rhyme.
Walking in pouring rain with sheer delight;
So, so short those pleasures may often be ;
Man born to deep rage and so quick to fight,
Eternally yearns to be truly free.
Sages and poets, keepers of heartfelt thought-
Souls that cry out for sweeter love and peace,
Too often ignored, favoring those bought,
Scoundrels hell will have and never release!
Rejection of truth has its steepest costs:
Where man walks blindly crying all is lost.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-02-2016

Syllables Per Line:	
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	14 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	
Total # Words:	109

Premium Member God Walks Warmly Alongside Death -

How did I come into existence...
Like a tear resurrected from tragedy
into cool lucidity...

I remember the smooth bone of your face
emerging from the virgin blackness
of raw Time...
And I recall the flesh of your face
in the heavy pulse of Life begining,
yours was the first death ever,
and in your naked eyes 
I saw the distance of Forever...

Do you know what you are...
I am your first act of Independence...
You are a state of Being...
Some would say I'm an Angel,
others, that I am a killer...
You are neither,
you are the shadow of a flame
entrancing Love eternal...

Why did you cease the Immaculate Nothing...
You were born from original desire,
the moment I decided to live
was the very moment I had to die,
you were unleashed from my psyche
like a ghost on fire so that I could die
and thus become diversified immortality...
You need me to live
like Youth needs age for wisdom...
Your inception is a trustworthy honesty
unlost in Life's cost...
More people believe in me as Death
than those whom believe in you as God...
That's fine,
for we are one and the same my ancient friend,
Life is a death sentence
with an opportunity to live inbetween...

J.A.B.  01-09-2025

She Walks In Beauty

She walks in beauty
Following the above silver rays 
Her hope fastening with some alacrity
Feathers of smile gently sways
Between stardust accompany to ignite 
The clear darkness of her walking lane
From distant heaven echoes her docile gait,
Convivial fairies salute her when pace wane,
Lull solitude with half soul comes to meet her
To revel the moment of whilst gather once
She embraces below chiliad of the stars 
Kiss the moonlight and beg for morrow bunce 
Again she follows back the silverware gleam
And she walks in beauty into her pleased beam.


Copyright © Dawa Zangpo | Year Posted 26/08/2018.

She Walks Star Naked

She walks star naked amidst the midnight suns

A voluptuous Venus with bouncy buns 
Descending the salacious staircase with loaded guns

Causing cosmic explosions a Super Nova of Megatons


A cybernetic seductress within our virginal view

Exposing raw prowess without missing a screw
The comets do celebrate as she walks askew

Strutting the staircase serviceable upon queue.





Oct.09.2019
NUDE - descending a staircase
Sponsored by: John lawless

Music by...Europe
"Final Countdown"
With a male virtual voice

N/A for contest

She Walks Like a Gypsy

She walks in whispers and leaves in mystery
hear her call but I must resist temptation
her ivory voice of silk and compassion
leaves me staggered in contemplation

oh to be with her so safe and warm
tanned lace and honey milk in her touch
i dream of her this lonely desert night
and wonder if she feels as much

i found her in the pale moonlit glow
of a caravan under sandy sky
i found her there with beauty in her smile
kissing me with a tempered sigh

she is just a fleeting dream
born of wind and saffron
just a vague memory
one i can reflect on

i wish she was with me all these years
to help me with these falling tears
but she is not, just a flickering flame
one that can never be had or ever tamed

she walks like a gypsy
in at dusk and out at dawn
the fairest vision ever seen by me
and forever out of reach beyond
© John Allen  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member An Angel Walks For You

Close your eyes
And dream you had wings
For you were graced 
And the harps did sing

All around you
In the celestial sky
Are the gracious of many
Let me tell you why

For we can not see
What we want there to be
For out there
Winged angels are free

They are hidden shadows
But covered we are not all
For life is living
And some of us fall

Live your life
And live it true
In your background shadows
An angel walks for you





http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-7.php

Beauty Walks At Night

She walks without making any sound at night 
She is afraid of someone is watching her 
How she could go there escaping his sight?
Her heart bit is getting louder.

Everything is sleeping except them,
Someone is waiting out there,
She has to meet him
A wild owl is watching her,

Nothing can stop her walking,
Something making her mind stronger;
It's nothing but pleasures of meeting-
For her love she can go fur and further.

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace