Footsteps Poems - Poems about Footsteps

Footsteps of a Sparrow

I watch
colors distort into
dots tiptoeing on the white wall
Black target expands—engulfs—
flitting between rear and front sight

Blood drums in my ears—
tides I ride with breath held 
shallow. It hums, the shadow—
taunts with broken birdsongs
It knows.
All it takes is 
a skipped heartbeat
for a sniper to fall

Countdown. 
Lens focusing into center
breaths narrow into blade, inhale—
The world refined to

Footsteps on the Sand

The defiant dusk descended slowly on the beach.
We walked apart, slowly on the sand, but with no speech.
We left our footsteps imprinted clearly on the sand
She walked with her head lowered; I never touched her hand.

I looked at our footsteps on the sand, one light, one deep,
Small waves rolled on our feet, erasing feelings we

The Being Who Never Leaves

I never learned to look at shop windows
without searching for the walking shape of your footsteps.
The umbrella abandoned beside a rusted bicycle
resembles you more than any living body.

On the wet pavements, an old woman feeds the pigeons
with the same patience you once had
for all the things I forgot.
Someone plays Bach in an alleyway,
and the notes

Echoes of the Silent Shore

Along the shore 
Wind
adores the sand, the stone
The Salish Sea
calls to me
I am an island upon an island
Restlessly 
wishing
A gull in communion 
with mountains, trees
Water my source of birth and food
Harbinger of ancient ways
In my soul such dynasties
free themselves
Only within the emptiness
where the wind exhales
are you with me
Forever
on the edge 
Eternally
your footsteps left behind
though washed

God

God

Give yourself over to
God. He will 
Guide your footsteps through
Good times and bad. His
Grace is sufficient for ridding us of our
Guilt and sin and
Giving us peace of mind.

Foreboding

Foreboding...
The air is thick, too still, too deep,
a hush that lingers, holds its breath,
as if the world itself won’t speak.

Foreboding...
Shadows coil along the walls,
not moving, yet not quite still,
watching, waiting—silent calls.

Foreboding...
The wind hums low, a hollow tune,
whispering secrets through the trees,
warning that something is coming soon.

Foreboding...
A footstep sounds—but you are alone,
your pulse quickens, your fingers

In a realm of shadows and fears, footsteps tread unceasingly

In a realm of shadows and fears, footsteps tread unceasingly,
Small fears like dried leaves gather beneath the steps of autumn,
I am not a person, but a lost dream, among desires and shivers,
I fear small, ordinary, human things, like a wandering stranger.
I love adventures, transformations flow like a river to the unknown,
Yet I resist when opportunity

Footsteps

He left footsteps 
On maroon heart
Pickled my breath 
Left me teal tart
A shadow of self
Onyx eyes now dark
Casting my cares
Left stoic torn apart 

Let me wallow in my pain 
I avoid sun and embrace rain
For without one the other is vain
This too shall pass but I remain 

Stuck in a lesson learned too well
Burned in

Footsteps in snow

In the land of spring where hope was born
it's gift - release of winter's hold. 
The sun of summer lost its luster 
following some how., days take a low bow,
streaked trials all but lost. 
  
Now the days shorter than a lit match' dream. 
a moment caught in light tho' weak, just a ray.
Dark

Nazi Footsteps in Our Streets

“Oh, not in my town,” you doth so loudly protest.
But I tell you, they are even in your governments!
The first sign is~ suppression of your free speech.
We let them, outlaw words, while leaders sun at the beach?

You will find that your country,is really no longer your own,
All your taxes go to others from other countries,

The death of a clown

There once was old clown named Will
who town after town topped the bill
he dropped down and died
his son Jack Brown cried
"he's left me some big shoes to fill!"

Egwu

I heard footsteps approaching, and two knocks on my door.
I thought it was Oluchi, an angel recreated in human form.
I opened with curiosity to behold my priceless gem.
Stretching my hands to her waist, I felt the thick darkness in my palms.
“Who's there?”
A cool breeze greeted me, leaving the dazzling moon to gaze at me.
Is it

Footsteps

 I often close my eyes in hopes of it all being just a dream
Slowly I drift into my imagination and pretend all is well
I paint the sky a perfect blue, the stars a warm glow as the sun begins to set
I see me laying next to you beneath that once perfect moon

I open my

We Walk In The Footsteps of God

We walk in the footsteps of God, divine trail,
Imprints of creation on life's fragile scale.
Each step is a miracle, a cosmic dance,
In the grand ballroom of celestial expanse.
Our path, a tapestry woven with grace,
Threading through time and infinite space.
We tread on stardust, remnants of birth,
Echoing heartbeats of heaven and earth.
In this pilgrimage of souls, we

Lost In The Shadow Of Your Footsteps

Shadows stretch across my mind,
in grief I'm lost
hard to find.

Darkness whispers,
pulling me near.

In the sadness of your loss,
I disappear.

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