Stroll Poems - Poems about Stroll

"It is quite possible to leave your home for a walk in the early morning air and return a different person - beguiled, enchanted." ...

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Time - the toxic air of life subliming from the clock, Seeks alongside pain to render journeys not complete, Nothing spared the test of essence per the world we walk, Forged of jagged, scattered stones designed to scar our feet....

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It was a perfect day, a sunny golden day. I felt the gentle sweep of easy breezes, the music of the wind. It was my daily stroll around the neighborhood, my daily clarity. It was there, and then I beheld the cat, the leashed Siamese cat, prowling and smelling. A man clutched this leash, seeming absorbed, seeming preoccupied by cat rubbing and sniffing, cat...

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The city yawns a concrete hazy stretch Before the sirens find their daily screech. My sneakers whisper on the dew-kissed pave, A podcast murmurs secrets it will save For later listening. The sky, a bruised plum, Slowly surrenders to the sun's soft hum. A hurried coffee, steam against the chill, The digital world begins its urgent drill. But in these steps, a quiet...

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afternoon stroll I walked into a landscape painting made of chlorophyll  in eleven variations, and there were no adolescent  girls around suffering from sclerosis, but did see a pale face in a car driving by, cattle string incomprehensively at the painting the heaven was pale blue with hasty brush strokes  of fondly white painted looking like the top crest of waves gone astray,...

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Morning Stroll Said she to the dog on its leash while enjoying their morning stroll, “I could put a treat on your nose so as for me to shake your paw, and sing softly to your little heart ‘til you can’t resist the urge but to howl. “Or I could tickle your belly just to watch as you roll over, or I could scratch...

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At dawn, the farmers grasp the ploughs, And stroll towards the fields along with bullocks, ...

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sits a little swift amidst violet flowers ~ flying bud on tied fly mesmerizing tune in the midst of blaring horns~ magpie Robin sings long train swiftly moves without a loco pilot~ trail of busy ants engrossing odor nearby sewage mess reek~ pure white flowers bloom a pleasant moment in the mid of worldly stress~ birds relishing pool a rainbow springs up in the monotonous life~ colorful flowers bloom my plain flat pulse...

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and I wandered under the stars the balmy taste of wind on my lips a whimsy of love in the air just a few notes unrecognizable tickling the nape of my neck that’s when loneliness embraced me the lover I recognized in the night Submitted on April 23, 2024...

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To Stroll The O's, .... Park's Journey's, ... Wide! Enough's Our Beat Of Strength And, .... Might!...

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A leisurely stroll along the shore ,so grand , Left my footprints in the sand . Sublime sea and summer 's breeze Moments to savour ,my mind at ease. The sun sinks into horizon ,a spellbinding scene , My happiness beyond measure ,so serene . Waves rise and fall,so eternal Their sounds ,rhythymic and lyrical I ran towards the ...

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Midnight boom town streets have this allure imagining an uncanny venture eavesdrop veil surround but dark as coal how I love my after hours stroll Secret worlds unfold their impish plot mesmerised entanglement a tiered whatnot black crush velvet sky we must extol how I love my after hours stroll Gilt fantasies that float across each lane...

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I stroll through the garden of delight, Where fragrant flowers scent the air. Each one a different hue and sight, Each one a gift of nature's care. I breathe in the sweet scent of gardenia, A melody of citrus-floral blend. It soothes my soul like a symphonia, A white blossom, a harmonious friend. I marvel at the lily of the valley, A bell-shaped beauty,...

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To pick up a line and take it for a stroll. The essential is within, the mystics say, but equally important is the outside: a stunning summer sky, two wind-whipped clouds, in the intense green background a dazzling yellow field. The line crosses dead centre. To draw breath for surfaces, smooth and cross-hatched: first impressions of place. A distant rumbling. Scene changed...

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Take a stroll Take a gentle stroll along the winding path, Have a look at the surroundings, Wether it's a forest, rolling...

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