Paths Poems - Poems about Paths

its whimper sounds like a whisper, it slips as it slithers away the loud fear it left on my mind still spins my spine i run, forgetting my heart is still hanging in my mouth~ it pounds like a tornado blowing through my veins the ricochets of its anger shudder even my tiniest nerves our nights and days will never...

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On the paths of silence, where stars sing their forgotten light, I walk with the shadows of thoughts, seeking an unseen meaning, In the depths of the soul, where the springs of wisdom flow, Carrying with me desires and regrets, like a sweet burden. You are my Rock, my Fortress, in you I find my lost song, You are my...

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Two paths diverged into the woods, some choose the easier path. I followed my heart and chose to go straight. It was a treacherous path and made me the best I could be. I’m glad I chose the harder way, It was the right choice for me. I hope that you will chose as well, Blazing a trail only you can travail. ...

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Whichever pathway you decide to choose, They’ll always be lessons and lots of clues. On every pathway, lessons will exist, Finding truth will require that you persist. Walking a path, does not learning assure. Takes more than presence, learning to secure. From your doubt you ask, “why aren’t I learning?” Lacking desire, the internal burning. In the present, let the path...

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Flowery paths wildly intersect rich, late summer; While beautiful flute music plays in green trees, Amidst song so rife, without drumrolls of thunder. In butterscotch ease, drift humming, honeybees. While beautiful flute music plays in green trees; The exotic blooms send pleasant fumes, far away. In butterscotch ease, drift humming, honeybees; With huge, tossed hibiscuses, in crimson disarray. The exotic blooms send pleasant...

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In the garden where laughter used to grow, We shared our secrets, watching time flow. Now paths diverge, and stories unwind, Friends who were once close, now hard to find. Seasons change, and so do we, Chasing dreams, setting spirits free. Yet in the quiet moments, echoes remain, Of inside jokes and joy, mingled with pain. Pictures fade, but memories hold tight, Late...

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I once lost my thought on the paths of time, like a wandering cloud in the ever-changing sky, but I found it chained between the pages of a memory, where moments weave garments of longing, on the road of life, I wandered with my heart full of desires burning like stars in the deep night, and in the...

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Strung out tired & emotional dont even know what we fighting for Brain fog over-taking the both of us Tempers short Sayin mean sht But don't even know the reason for it 2 broken souls- Been through Hell & back Still love & kindness in their hearts Is never lacked Fate pulled them together Bcus they were made for eachother That's not doubt a fact Grew up learning...

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R-accoons E-xpress Y-outhful L-ife's E-nigmas, N-aturally P-rowling A-midst L-ong E-venings, N-osing C-unningly I-nside A-bysses ©bfa061525 Monocrostic (Birthday of Reylen O. Palencia)...

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Here we are again, on paths of time where thoughts flow like water under the sky of longing, it's absurd, I know, but I carry within me a joy that grows like a flower in a field, it's not an explosion, but a warmth like a hearth that heats the frosty night, I have no faith to light...

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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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