Footpaths Poems - Poems about Footpaths

... with dusk approaching the radiance of the day melts in the rain streetlights smear the autumn colours across the footpaths doubling the display of chromatic foliage autumn gloats ......

Continue reading...

...‘I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins.’ - Lauren Eden ************************************************************** Light with home rule in my veins paternal care no......

Continue reading...

...In the city's streets Cars bought with loans- Second-hand,third-hand models, Number two cars Soared in number. Parkings sprawled into The hearts of the roads. E- rickshaw halt Blocking the p......

Continue reading...

... Clouds hang low on stained footpaths slick with moss clinging as vines of green. He waits in rain for a quiet rendezvous, hardly breathing. ......

Continue reading...

...Halloween in 16 lines of Rhyme 10-16-24 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Halloween Graveyard Light intones the creeping darkness Fallen leaves scrape broken paths Distant fo......

Continue reading...

... A cold wind. Whatever was here has fled inside or has curled up in a corner somewhere out of sight and gone to sleep. Footpaths are tiled in the wet, skeletal remains of leaves and tree tru......

Continue reading...

...For a moment I imagined seeing your face in the crowd, Smiling, as if it were expecting To see me, and as the joy Of a lifetime of love cascaded Through my being I wanted to shout: “Here am ......

Continue reading...

...I was an experienced interior designer, whose specialty was outer doors, Ever opening to amber sunshine, as petals open, when vivid beams pour. Functionality and beauty were very vital, s......

Continue reading...

... I often go for walks down nature paths, & today I stroll through a broken gate; love the twisting way & tangled footpaths, perhaps it chose me- perhaps it was fate. The trees ......

Continue reading...

...I stood on the tip of the top of the cliff and looked down, Though valleys seemed colorful, scenes deep down were grey and brown; A few freshwater streams were springing from filmy fountains, Lo, ......

Continue reading...

...I was walking down the neighbourhood, reminiscing how it all used to be where we made believe that we were nymphs in a wood, except the once moist earth was parched, and the once white air was b......

Continue reading...

...In ice cave or deep woods In multistories malls or deserted footpaths In prettiest arm of lover or deep sleeps Where do you dwell O! my dear In wars or peace ......

Continue reading...

...The trees in the park today Swaying in the breeze Saying goodbye to summer And hello to autumn, Clothed in their display of Greens and browns and Russets and yellows That drift and flutter ......

Continue reading...

...Dear Mr Politician why can’t you see The destruction and chaos in your own country Kensington Philadelphia The big black hole Desperate for help For its lost troubled souls Sitting on a footp......

Continue reading...

...The Old Rusty Gate Bright sunbeams puddle on a summer road, Lazy bumblebees rise up with the heat, Leads to a rusty gate, mysteries bode, Barrier opens wide, invites come retreat. A garden g......

Continue reading...