Best Winding Poems

The rising sun marks break of day
Its zenith, we call noon.
Its setting brings the evening chill
And ushers in the moon.

The sundial charts its burning rays.
Its pathway plotted out
Predicts the hour of every day
Beyond a shadow of a doubt!

Precious time, there’s none to waste
And so we...

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       ~Introduction~
Sometimes our mind takes  us on a wrong turn,
And we find ourselves on Worry Boulevard.
Oh, whatever to do?

   
       " Winding Down"

Well, for starters, acknowledge your mind and thank it, 
for sharing whatever it did with you.
It will keep you in...

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Why does the wind create that howl
and with it such a sensation?
It's in your heart, your mind, your soul.
It seems to reach for your very cognition.
You sit, so still, in your room - just sulk.

The thinness of glass is so frightening;
it tries to fight the...

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Wicked wind I hate you so,
I’d rather sit in ice cold snow,
Your breath is cold and touch 
So fraught, I think your soul from
Devil bought 

A paragraph from weather’s 
Tale, you’d think you were the 
Holy Grail; speeding, pushing,
Blowing crush
None escapes your windy whoosh!

Cutty Sark...

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I say love is like a fountain
Bubbling from deep within
Flowing on a winding journey
That has no need to end

I say love has many heartaches
That strengthens every need
Makes a soul more understanding
To comfort those who bleed

I say true love reaches  further
Than just one tiny smile
It...

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From New York to the Gulf of Mexico
Travel path provided as you go
Links of network from plane above
Ocean cruiser scenes we love
Chevy gliding in style
Highway going wild
Horns blast in code
Traveling
Winding
Road...

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winding down
distant farmhouse kitchen light
harsh winter night



Published in The Trillium Haiku Group Anthology 2022 "-to hang my hat"

AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on June 2, 2021...

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There is on a green hill, a winding road, 
Where September golden rods are blooming, 
Even the sandy path bears reflections 
A line of fence posts, lavender shadows
 
Twining purple morning glory faces
Reaching, desiring the cool autumn sun,
Footprints follow, one little pair, no two
Questions of...

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The Winding Highway
It’s a long and winding highway
that’s leading one to Heaven’s door
But worth all the twists and the turns
afore reaching celestial shore.
Quote - Poets own
Spiritual health is one's wealth
Without God one's world falls apart 
Those who deny Him become lost 
And don't see the...

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As I ventured down the winding road
 I saw a house with a lawn full of weeds
 The door was rotting on this ghostly abode
 Upon neglect its structure feeds

 The roof was tattered and in distress,
  The porch seemed ready to collapse,
 The...

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Slow or fast
we think behind a slip stream,
a contrail of the gone;
of what went by a momentary window
            long ago.

Asleep under a blacktop,
street-cars roll over my me-mind,
the crunch of old bones
   ...

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My solitary self was needing space
Fortunately know just the place
Walking briskly soon be there
Gulping breath of pure fresh air.

Winding path, know it well
Soon be in heaven away from hell
Hill is steep with twists and turns
Far away from worldly concerns.

Puffing, panting pinnacle reached
Now all worries can...

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adventure, imagination, nature, places, travel
Trillium’s Three! ©

Three bright white petals
Three large green rounded leaves
Three ‘blasts’ the trillium white star 
Points them close look-see!



ALONG WINDING ROADS! ©

A long winding road 
Night opens two white bright strips
One going one way 
Another down its’ other way 
Around black...

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Minds, dusts merge on a running slate
Scorching sun aloft jilted men
Warming up like a sizzling plate
Winds whirling, bodies teeming ten
Trudging on a forsaken den....

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The clock keeps winding down

Written By Dean Masciarelli

October 16, 2010 (10:01am)


The clock keeps winding down

Like it does for every one

And I’ve been wondering  

If I’ve been running out of time

But the good Lord is the only one

That truly knows the hour and the day...

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