Paths Poems - Poems about Paths

The polished sphere, a weighted, gleaming thought, Released, it traces paths that man has wrought. A measured swing, a calculated grace, To conquer pins, that stoic, wooden face. Each roll, a choice, a chance to break the line, A metaphor for moments yours and mine. The scattered wood, a symbol of our flaws, The fleeting strike, defying nature's laws. But is it triumph...

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wandering in wasteland of denuded life desolate sinuous track takes me to the terrain of nowhere nebulous I’m entangled in enmeshing web ...

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On the paths of destiny, merging in the eternal labyrinth, our steps carry us forth, the vagabond and the artist seek their wings in the flight of an unforgiving dream's worth. The soul, an ocean of desires and doubts, seeks a firm rock amidst the storm's embrace, in the sea of uncertainties, where light and shadow entwine their...

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geese are arriving or going straight lines crisscross the sky a history of contrails in a blue honking yonder under a brightly birthed daylight eyesight cannot settle but dazzles upon fleeting wingtips geese continue to fly through gaps in time ghost planes still roar over unseen horizons a peddle bike and hunched rider whoosh past me a streetlamp sprints around my eyes whichever way I go the sky gets there before me only to...

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Are you going to drive after this rain, Maybe you should wait for it to dry, For you will only slide into the same old rut, Burrowing this rut deeper and deeper, It will guide your tread but at a cost, The deeper you go the higher the risk, Risk of being stuck in this rut you are...

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Narrow Puzzling Rough Rude Through trails of The Unknown ...

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Based on Matthew 7:13,14 Two paths One path is broad and straight The way is easy and paved with gold No hills to climb No valleys to descend Temptations line each side of the road No strain or effort Every indulgence fulfilled The other path is narrow and windy The way is difficult and paved with stones Steep hills to ascend Deep dark valleys to cross No amenities...

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“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood….” Robert, You let the split remain unresolved, and while we stand in awe, staring at your crossroads etched in gold and shadow, do you ever wonder what lay beyond the path you did not take? Even though you say, “I took the one less travelled by, And that has made all the difference.” Did the road arch upward, an unfamiliar melody...

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Both roads, they misled, cloaked in the form of fate, as if one choice could somehow surpass the other. The leaves appeared pristine, but isn’t that the trick? Paths aren’t formed by feet, but by the burden of all we bear. So I chuckled and roamed through, crushing the underbrush that had the nerve to remain neutral. There, I saw nothing special in...

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In the world of shadows, I traverse unknown paths, Where the murmur of time is born and dies, Faces that do not know the madness of dreams, Walk firmly on the ground of forgetfulness, Like rain falling on the deaf roof of a house In a monotony without song or color. I wonder, with a trembling heart, What it's like to live...

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You are here, yet not truly, suspended between two paths, That intertwine, each with a drastically different end, Your hesitation is like a dance on a fine wire, one step towards one, Means leaving the other behind, but do you really want, To bear the burden of that choice for eternity, do you? Our choices define us more than our...

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The brown eye girl has been feeling it again. The pull of season of winter months. She has been trying to fight it as much as possible. Walking the trails almost daily creating her own path that have been there probably for many generations. The smell of the freshly fallen leaves fills...

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On the paths of cheap thinking, steps are lost in the dust Of a road worn down by conformism demanding its toll, For it's costly to step out of line, to defy the line drawn With white chalk on the board of life, where lessons are clear, Black or white, right or wrong, and we learn to expect Reward or...

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What’s done is done As the chips fall And the die is cast Each of us Taking a part Donning a mask To play Our allotted role At each step The road forks With freedom and tyranny The choice to make And so we do Instinctively, habitually Compulsively or consciously A choice that’s always ours Whose world do you live in after all One inherited from deceivers Who apply bandaid visions To your mind Or...

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Those glorious walks in the gardens path Looking through vivid mirrors I peek - Do I see A halo or effect Pondering at the window pane, I see A birds bath I wash my sorrows in life in the thick My space I keep me cleansed in fact Soul in my heart! Where do I start? Deeply Devoted, I view hue of...

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