Long Walks Poems
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In accordance to annoyance
The sage gracefully treads
In crimson red
She walks the road
Light on her feet
As if almost in air
Delicate curls grace her hips
Her eyes as red as her ravenous lips
Curves , carved as to perfection
Of angels and gods
Fallen far from heaven
She guards the lands
Protects it soil
The flesh that breathes
Even their willing steeds
Prematurely agitated
She calms them as they breed
But hidden under that saintly façade
Lies intent so deepy scarred
Villainous , so filled with rage
With death She be pleased
With blood She be praised
Her strength, be judged not by a
glance
For alarming, a beauty
Her only plan, be to make you pay
Revenge She seeks , of mercy not,
She speaks
For all that remains
Is her dark blood garnished sheath
Katana in hand She swiftly moves
Soft on feet
The streets She roams
Her mask returned She pales to grey
Bloody thirst concealed, delayed
Be warned , however , be not fooled
For beyond her beauty,
Lies nothing but the grave
by
Amanda Miller
Form:
Who...
You, know who I am... ?.!
You know.
You may try to turn away,
but you can not.
The creator touched you,
before you were born.
You are marked by his hand,
and his way...
You can not say,
you do not know,
as you do,
in your soul.
The world is full of entertainment.
Ways to escape reality.
But there are no non-believers in the trenches of war,
in the hospitals, emergency rooms, and shelters...
the school still contains waves of prayers by children,
the churches, are confused and used by the "others"...
but do not make a mistake.
It is clear to every person that walks the earth,
there is only one... and his name is KING!
Stumble to the alter if you must,
but do not be too late.
There is a time for every season,
and the world has seen the beginning of winter,
the end of summer,
and the eternity of tomorrow.
Lift your eyes to heaven,
bow your knees and touch the ground,
before you are lifted to the sky.
If you do not,
you will simply ...
die.
A. Foster, Ann Foster, Annette Foster
My honesty leaves him speechless, he walks away mad,
I cannot be who he wants me to be, I cannot change that,
I was truthful from the door, I had nothing to hide,
And that was the one thing about me that drew him to my side,
His reputation meant more than being truthful with himself,
He lied and covered his own rearend even if meant hurting somebody else,
He knew what he was doing the whole entire time,
He knew I saw through everything, and every little lie,
I tried to be there for him ever since we met,
He knew how much I loved him, but the more he lied I became a threat,
He did not want to change those awful ways, he wasn't ready to see,
I stayed by his side with tears in my eyes until he turned on me,
I was now the enemy, yet I sacrificed my soul,
I covered his heart and took the blame, even when he turned ice cold,
But a person can only take so much abuse, he pushed my heart away,
Now, years later he finally sees he made a huge mistake.
love is simple yet profound
let me hold your hand
no matter the time
walks talks prayers
let me comfort you
no matter the moment
sadness pain anger
let me kiss you
no matter the place
private public
let me spoil you
no matter the occasion
just because
let me protect you
no matter the reason
spiritually physically
let me be your peace
no matter the situation
overwhelmed chaos stress
let me nurture you
no matter the provision
emotionally spiritually mentally
let me love you
peeling back the layers
not caring if I shed tears with you
love is profound yet simple
A drunkard, a thief and a con man,
Who was known by the name Greedy Jack,
Lived a life so vile Satan watched him awhile,
Said, "Of sin in his life there's no lack."
He decided to pay Jack a visit.
Thought with this man he'd have some fun.
Said, "Jack, you're an ass. You ain't got no class.
You're coming with me, Man you're done."
Jack asked him for one final favor.
One last night of drinks on the town.
Satan agreed, Jack really could plead,
And Satan and Jack made the rounds.
When at last the night's drinking was done,
Jack said, "I've no money. You pay.
Turn yourself into coin and the drinks we'll purloin.
We'll slip out the door free and gay.
The devil agreed to the trickery,
And turned into some coin on the sly.
But while he was coin Jack made sure he was joined,
In his pocket with crosses, Belied.
Jack said he would free him if he,
Would grant him ten years to be free.
The devil agreed and he'd have all he'd need,
But in ten years he must pay the fee.
In ten years the devil was back,
And Jack knew he had to think fast.
He asked for an apple for he wanted to sample,
The sweet apple tree they'd just passed.
The devil once more agreed.
He even got him to climb up and pick it.
But while he climbed the tree Jack whipped out three,
Silver crosses to lay there beneath it.
Jack told him that he'd let him down,
But first he must grant one last boon.
He'd not pay for his crimes to the end of all time,
And the devil agreed as he fumed.
Jack thought that he'd won the match,
But time passed and he grew old and sick.
He knew he must die and he let out a cry,
"God forgive me I'm all out of tricks.
But God would not let him in,
And Satan said a deal is a deal.
You must wander the earth, this now is your berth.
You're stuck Man. Now how does it feel.
Satan gave him an ember of coal,
To light his dark path as he left.
He carved out a tuber, he felt in a stupor.
He'd use this for a lantern he guessed.
So he now walks the earth a lost soul.
Not wanted in Heaven or Hell.
With a coal in a pumpkin at least he has somethin',
To light his dark path 'cross the fell.
There's an obscurity on the threads of darkness
dare I peer beneath the starless shroud of midnight's veil
as I walk through the misty breath that beclouds my vision
in hopes it leads me to the temple of your soul? My dearest
my comfort is there, yet I feel a quivering in the flames
beneath these gusts that prevail through inaudible voices falling
winded in the distance where these shadows walk between us
I feel discernment in memories as these bony fingers reach out
my heart shudders beneath the orchestra of night as it beckons
a samba from the angel of death as it spans its wings before me
I shiver breathless in its cold as the flames grow dimmer
yet this time love, I fear for you as dissolution ascends above me
Muddled mind ventures through vivid vales of scepticism.
Slowly subsiding to my knees under the shadow of moonlight,
crows gathers as helpless hands clench decomposing soil.
Sapless lips gasp for oxygen, shivering in illusory mistiness.
Death's harbinger stands before me, an uninvited hooded eclipse,
holding me prisoner, strangling my soul with naked tree tendrils.
In silent steps he walks towards me, I have no will left to fight.
He has no mercy, content on me kissing the mouth of the earth.
Words hidden behind metaphors, surface upon shores of regret,
flashbacks are like daggers, reminders of unspoken, unwritten words.
My love mourn for me not, as I fall into the graveyards of poets,
in death we still connect, as my words will always live through you.
A Collaboration with Silent One~
I am taking care of my 11-month-old grandson. I love every-minute and he's stolen my heart. I've seen the growth within him with lots of love and affection he gets. He is crawling and into everything. I never realized how many things needed for this small infant.
Car seat or they won't let you leave the hospital without one
As many diapers as you think you'll need
Diaper bag that handles everything you need on the go
Baby changing table, diaper change as quick as you can they get pretty squirmy
Wipes for their sensitive skin
Diaper rash ointment relieves baby's painful rash
Grocery store plastic bags, fantastic for disposing all those stinky diapers
Baby bath tub, there is such a sweet smell of a freshly bathed baby
No tears baby soap
Washcloths
Baby bath towels hooded or non-hooded
Sleepers with buttons and snaps, they are so much easier to put on
Swaddle or baby blankets, wrapped snug arms from wiggling free
Nail clippers, he loves scratching the back of my arms and face
Baby brush
Baby comb
Thermometer
Baby clothes, they'll grow out of it so fast
Socks
Shoes
Bottles
Formula or milk for hungry
Bottle brush
Baby teething ring to relieve sore gums
Baby binkis it tends to calm them when they are not feeding
Baby dishes
Baby spoon
Variety of baby food and cereal
Juices
Highchair
Bibs
A rocking chair to rock and kiss them good night.
Bassinet or Crib
Crib sheets
Toys, age appropriate for learning
Baby walker, fantastic to keep them busy for a little while
Stroller, a must when you walk or shop
Baby proof your whole house, once they start crawling, they are into everything
Camera, time goes so fast you'll want to remember it all.
7/29/2019
A dream worth living for
Born in the image of an unspoiled soul
Newborn stretches it's small limbs
Hungers, cries, crawls, and walks
A new peaceful dawn, a new world unfurled
5/14/2019
Poetry Contest: Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
?Lust knows it. Life and death.
?Living and reliving,
?Dieing and dieing yet again.
?Sinners souls in eternal glory of doom,
?Fuel the big burning sulphur of hell.
?
?Afraid and broken inside,
?Living and dieing alike.
?A way to live was by Him made,
?Yet a way to die by we was made.
?Both ways we covet. Both ways we tread.
?
?If demons could reason redemption,
?What's with the man with a soul?
?If demons can be loyal to a cause,
?What's with the man with a soul?
?Why does betraying being good comes with pleasure?
?
?I covet the goodness of the light.
?How meddle I with a dark force?
?Who chooses light, yet walks with darkness?
?What is the nature of the light in me?
?Lo, lost I to the lust of darkness.
?
?Death's shadow looms,
?On the path of subtle allures.
?Lust knows it, yea, lust guises it.
?Prayer is for the living.
?Against the folly of lust, death's the only way to live.
Too many times
I have been left alone
Beaten and naked
Without safety in my home
No longer from without
But within, again and again
Shards of soul, scream
As words and actions scratch the rim
...of the glass
The cuts are layers deep
Blood clots and heals
The rips continue
Until the bottom reveals
Time passing survival
Habit hugging holistic hoops
Retrograde reasoning
Bubbles forcing loops
...on the wheel
No more!!!
I sit here naked, but not ashamed
Light on the left and balance on the right
TRUTH has finally accepted her name
Though rejection comes
And blinded eyes will deny
She walks in LOVE
As eagle wings fly
...to the moon
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-21-2025
Snow Fantasy or Christmas Nostalgia Poetry Contest, Constance La France, writing for theme 1
I am a queen
Like the ones in those movies with the sled dogs pulling them on sleighs
Except I don't want that for my dogs.
I am the sort of queen who walks elegantly
Though not in dresses because it's simply not practical.
I am the snow boot mistress
Securing my specialized soldiers as anything but listless.
I am a fair ruler
Though not pretty, I am just,
I am ferocious.
I wield my icicle sword by the hilt
And my hands don't get cold
For I am the Queen of Snow.
I am everything I want to be,
Living out my fantasy,
Until Mama calls me inside;
My cheeks are rosy
And it's heavily snowing
And the darkness is growing
And she has the fireplace roaring
And the tea is pouring
And it's almost time for dinner...
I can be a Queen again
Tomorrow