Footpaths Poems - Poems about Footpaths

...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......Read the rest...

... 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 ......Read the rest...

...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, ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...Walking in the rain I am going out in the gentle summer rain remnants of a storm to feel the drenched cotton fabric of this threadbare shirt cling onto me like a sheath smell the parched ea......Read the rest...

...These moors and hills bring the Yorkshire chills. Beauty and awe combined galore Open skies fill these Yorkshire eyes Something magical can be seen here in these mists so still The folk here th......Read the rest...

...I blame me brother for the likes of this predicament, when we pub crawled up to Bunyip, and where our night was spent. Thank God I wasn’t in the driver’s seat, ‘cause we wouldn’t be alive, but me......Read the rest...

...IN PRAISE OF FOOTPATHS Across the land a web of footpaths weave The veins that nourished nation’s interaction Cross chalk down ridge, and sylvan lane, conceived By feet of ancient Britons, Celt a......Read the rest...

...hellfire burst forth this night flaming embers burned red grey pallid ashes ignite crimson conflagration devoured a browning dying earth an exploding tomb a fiery furnace the Phoenix of de......Read the rest...

... the footpaths that stretched out of sight until never. the parched ground and grasses when miles seemed forever. wild garlic, the heat the nettles and heather. the bees in the foxgloves......Read the rest...

...******This poem had special appeal to me in that a friend had brought up that I had a talent for poetry and he encouraged me to write more. I was very proud of this piece, which was written at one of......Read the rest...