Paths Poems - Poems about Paths

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 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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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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