Journey Poems | Examples of Journey Poetry

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Energy is useful if you are real. Leaving no mark of inhibitions, Be consistent in using your light. To the truth and to the needy people. Share your thoughts, explain and call. Part of the journey is arriving the line, Deep appreciation of courage and strength, In passing the ordeal of life as vector, It always come out once in pursuing goals, And if...

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nothing is not permanent is not impermanent nothing is not nothing simply not two is not it nor is simply two...

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Lil mama in a Q50 infinity Known to handle drama Pulls up any vicinity know a broad in a Amg we hit the drive through theater And we blow on trees I know a hottie in a Beamer She fiends for the d Trying to have my baby in a swooped up m3 Another shorty in a Tesla Always smoking...

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The wind whispers secrets through the craggy stone, Where ancient echoes make their weary moan. Down in the hollow, where the sun scarce gleams, A winding path unwinds, like waking dreams. The shadows lengthen, stretching thin and vast, Remnants of struggles, journeys of the past. Each rustling leaf, a memory takes flight, Lost voices murmur in the fading light. No easy road, this...

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Strong, though softened by stillness. Handsome with no hunger for approval. My mind is sharp, yet I resist its blade, choosing silence over the storm of thought. I feel deeply—but wear a mask of numbness. I dream, but only in fiction’s fragile glow. I ache and find warmth within the wound. I wrestle with the...

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shadows draw across the canvas with light oily strokes and dry wet soul the white pythons and black mambas conspire as their tongues slither and roll down the canvas. like honey, it marinates the mellow white bruising it with time… yet as the honey lathers and the white bathes, the paint stops with all its might leaving behind the...

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Dried-up, ___a stream___ in the moor, no-man’s land. When a soul dares near— a gunshot blooms / Red / the barren soil will feast on anything. You said amid this desert stands —an oasis— A land of innocence, but where you crown sins. (Greedy, yes, but that’s all humanity ever is.) I begged you to point me to the shrine yet I am left stumbling, ...blind... Before...

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Life came in one shoe fit Determined to live and not quit Made the wrong choices Managed to overtake and make right Achieved of value in knowing how establish No question needed with answer Fighter of life with no surrender spirit No need to say sorry There is no worry Some would say merit while others would say punk Call it what you will I understand...

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Time is slipping by days turn into years like rapids quickly flow Our time is finite as the date draws ever nearer we bought our one-way ticket We think of everything we wanted to accomplish had we had time to do Our hopes and dreams not yet realized some falling by the wayside Our eyes on the horizon we're catching up and getting closer Now there will be time for...

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Faith - it is a journey And I bear the scattering wind That steers abroad my dinghy To the edge of some horizon - 'Though it be peculiar to me. Faith - it is also an epiphany - One that hung in darkness And had been waiting for me. I am...

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journey into a bipolar mind pebbles in time . there were ripples in yesterday’s water where stones once were tossed . pebbles really, yet enough to form concentric wrinkles soothing over rough edges and drowning silly circus clowns . each circle died and glass-like waters were again still undisturbed as though he had not been there . perhaps he hadn’t . in his head circles rolled onto circles and the pale painted...

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As an easy pushover and soft touch lamenting my demise Vultures swooped overhead and preyed on my vulnerabilities forcing me to carrion camping as fine young cannibals sharpened their knives and licked their lips while eyeing me as their naked lunch bound and gagged as a huge cauldron bubbled awaiting yours truly as human sacrifice preparatory to be boiled alive shorn of clothes embarrassingly in the buff with me...

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A snail draws a map across my shoe, unaware I'm standing still too....

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Years of struggles and despair Bullied endless Beaten down Name calling beyond my real name Fights unbearable Early school days Always picked on Life having ups and down Hard swings Criticism always No matter what Discouragement through negativity Like a pen with no ink A pencil with no point Felt like a nobody Serving no purpose What people wanted to believe The wonder years The wonder how I preserved The answer being Heaven above My...

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