Footsteps Poems - Poems about Footsteps

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 a...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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. ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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“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,...

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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!" ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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