Short Footfalls Poems
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Dark silent iridescent blues
Traces the ethereal
Light in your eyes, a flare
Deep in nights azure hues
Footfalls echo behind me
Time is measured as a constant movement.
Light is measured in degrees of vision.
Distance is measured by footfalls of the weary.
After everything, I hope I always find you.
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damp cherry petals
cling to wet stone—no footfalls
echo in twilight.
the moon's pale reflection drifts
alone in the darkening pond.
Written: October 27, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand
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unrelenting gaze
footfalls falter, breath succumbs~
hands reach out—too late
True love is incalculable
An ebb and flow of lifetime…
Never looking back
Or retracing its footfalls…
Only leaving behind
The moments of memory…
Of where it once stepped
Ever fulfilling...
hazy memory recalls
muffled, echoing footfalls,
and, even a rat can learn,
just as I, again, discern,
plodding down cold empty halls,
stuck inside life's unseen walls,
"oh no, another wrong turn".
You'll pick up the sound of gray footfalls
echoing through empty halls,
but you'll not hear a laugh or bell,
just a soft moan from a well,
and a tune, whistled by each bone
through which the wind has blown.
The feel, it hurts
when you
open the eyes.
The world
returns you back,
your name.
A moon
will miss the
night, the darkness.
A door shuts.
Nothing moves, except
the footfalls of unknown.
Satish Verma
Darkness surrounds on a moonless night
Whispers all over I listen in fright
Shuffling sounds draw infinately nearer
Indescribable eeriness advances closer
Frantic I adjust to the dark night
Footfalls unclear alas my plight
footfalls silently all my life had followed me till I turned a corner. . .
I hear them no more . . . for they are at my door
2018/ for Silent One's When One Line Is Not Enough Poetry Contest
Revised to new form, which is partially rhymed.
See symbols speak
Prove profound peak
Voice vibrant verse
Pry poignant purse
Cast clever choice
Numb naughty noise
Cheery charm calls
Fun frames footfalls
Psyche primes pace
Fond flavours face
Leon Enriquez
23 July 2013
Singapore
Dark
Terror
Creaks and groans
Trepidation
Merciless sea winds
Unrelenting shrieking
Cold with fright under duvet
The stairs move with heavy footfalls
The door handle moves, I'm rigid with fear
Familiar voice informs 'it's a foul night'.
Listen to poem:
Heard enough
to know where this can lead.
Footfalls poised to step
in footprints etched by fate,
are caught in flight,
nudged to sidestep shunned.
A foot-plant re-direction
on a clean slate.
Making fresh footprints,
striven silently in the sand.
the smithy was empty
and the tree near it had fallen
and no one had expected it
the sunken sun had made a stand
with desperate gaiety
swept through sleep
to break the night
The Autumn children
like caged birds
counted the crocus stalks
and for footfalls of a misbegotten
soothsayer
The dream of dandelions
Is:
The dream of blue and sun
Nestled in the lush you curl
Around your toes and fingers
Quiet days.
A summer-warm emotion
Spread sleeping by your footfalls
A child of childhood
Childhood's end
Dream of dreams..........golddreaming
The dream of dandelions
Is.
Despite the endless tears,
And all the unknown fears,
Endings must always be,
If change is to be free.
Memories are left behind,
Urging you onward to find
A beginning, so new
Only found by so few.
“Goodbye” is so bittersweet,
Footfalls echoing heartbeat,
Yet it’s only forward now,
In some way and somehow.
“Ready or not?”
Footfalls and bosom heaves
Through the forest of trees
Someone please come rescue me
Dragging across the leaves
“Ready or not?”
Silence that’s brief
Duck barely dodging axe’s swing
Footfalls and bosom heave
“Someone help please”
Echoes my cacophony scream
Through the forest of trees
neath firmament arched chilly gray,
black schnauzer sniffs, her leash drooped slack
beside my footfalls echoing
past lampposts painting puddles gold …
damp taste of winter … summer-thoughts …
thank goodness pink clouds herald day
October 25, 2022
Bitesize Poem No. 54 Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier, Sponsor
SNOWY SILENCE
Snow’s silence slowly
Floats down on the blanched land,
Stops memory - frozen moment -
Whispers do not hurry.
Her over-ardent love clings to
My every-cornered coat,
Reduces my footfalls
To muffled whispers - stays,
Spreads her shawl of quiet
Till memory records no detail,
Nothing but herself.
Sadness,
weeping’s thief,
leaving behind
the ghost of memory.
Sadness,
idle sound
of silenced
footfalls.
Sadness,
thorny stem
of tortured rose.
Sadness,
longing
for the loss
of loss.
Sadness,
soft prickly sting
of love’s
embrace.
2/9/2017
submitted to - Sadness – Poetry Contest
Intuit a sense,
Now in sure heart;
Touch a free tense,
Urge frames pure start;
Instruct your day,
Thrill fashions glow;
Invoice your play,
Vouch for what shows;
Endow your fate.
Align with choice;
Grace finds the gate,
Explore your voice;
Note as soul calls,
Trail blaze footfalls.
Leon Enriquez
20 October 2014
Singapore
Clouds swirl about and
darkness descends
lying her head
amongst the lonely
Beats of the heart fade
and thoughts give way
to a pain stained night
Aimless footfalls wander
hollow halls and angry
floor boards squeak
in tongues of failures
never understood
Cold water splashes
ease the burden
temporarily but an
open window haunts
Numbing echoes of vain haunting footfalls
Mute lingerings of ghosts and lovers past
A troubled hindsight of sleepless darkness
Buried forgotten times of long ago
Appeared the footsteps of fate, I followed
A path oozing myrrh and serenity
Leading me straight into your warm embrace
My world is now a blissful paradise
AP: 2nd place 2020
dark stares
from forgotten faces
walking paths in a city, vast
of iron and glass
under a burning sky a light
the forgotten legions of man
ragged and cold indifferent races
huddle around trashcan fires
that litter the bleakest of cities
eyes indifferent conspire
footfalls of something taking flight
like stars falling
in the deepest night
Of the Earth - Earthy
Of the earth….”earthy”
Hell, he was filthy,
a veritable organic “Pig Pen”
complete with dust trail.
The trees “high fived” him
as he walked, quietly,
respectfully, among them.
Forest ruminants contemplated
his simplicity, predators
welcomed his scent,
the earth rejoiced
at his footfalls.
John G. Lawless
3/5/2016