Strolling Poems | Examples

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Premium Member Strolling on the Beach



A tall fellow strolled on a beach abroad
Along a cream-like sandy shore unflawed,
He tripped on a small shell
And fell with a sharp yell,
Lying on the ground while all his teeth gnawed.

Premium Member strolling

We drift along the town-side promenade 
on damp paving stones,
at blue hour, 
past caffé windows
and the resting Héracléa port 

Earlier we were sun-struck
watching gulls flicking over the marina
worn thin by the heat and glare
now we’re moonstruck
the harbor bobbing with a thousand white hulls

tide-light, the skin of the night
silvers the masts at sway
and polishes the darkened curve of the sea
the sea is never still, as if breathing 
further out at bay, yachts cork and glitter like crystal

a warm breeze loosens cares 
drifting honeyed with jasmine and salt
gentle waves wander in then out
returning as if by instinct
and splashing on the breakers like applause.
little bells in boat riggings chime

everyone's strolling tonight 
being not just stimulated, 
but biohacked - seduced by the scene

now and then a scooter mumbles past 
its lights gleaming in puddles
as if for measured emphasis
.
.
A song for this:
Inesaurible Tu by St. Project

Victorian Strolling Park

This for drinking fount, fount
Central to its display
With illuminant
As what spilt more honoured
Shed more to enchant.

Worked of hands, whose firm hearts
Of Beauty's old standards
Most conscientious!
Timeless. Timeless remain.
As Truth; numinous.


Premium Member The Stumble and Rise


The Stumble and Rise

There once lived a colleague called James,
Lean, strolling in crowd without shame,
He tripped on a crack
Fell flat on his back
Then bounced up and said, "It`s a game!"

Premium Member Summer Hiku-6


            Summer Hiku 6


summer shining sun
     
               strolling down scorching street
               
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Premium Member Strolling with my Love

 Taking a stroll through the undergrowth
Back to where you and me pledged our troth
To love each other, come rain or snow
In the forest that we both love so.

It's glorious this time of the year
When the wild flowers start to appear 
And trees are proudly sprouting fresh leaves 
In a dainty dance upon the breeze.

We hold hands as the undergrowth’s rough
Which causes walking to become tough
Not that we need to have an excuse
When we’re free to be out on the loose.

Upon the trees birds chirp cheerfully 
Cheeping in avian harmony
Squirrels foraging undergrowth store 
Nuts they have buried on days before.
 
We spot young bunnies taking first hops
The farmers who're preparing their crops 
In the distant not too faraway
Working happily throughout their day.

So pleased that we came upon this place
To delight in nature's wondrous grace 
Appreciating scenes such as this 
That we were all given as a gift.


Premium Member J K's Strolling

Its drawing a trolling? A play by J K is sure unfolding.'
As she puts out to grass, the stubboness of all asses.!
In a lesson to all nations, she's standing at her station.'
Even though (i'm not a fan) I can see she's sure of reality
As a woman 'with sand' thats what i see.' She has marked
Out, her t e r f.' May each roll of the surf. Break open the Hard shores as its all; there to live for!! Be a straight out
Master, not a squeaking; and real pule-ing disaster.'

While Strolling At Hotel Garden

The birds are chirping
Better go into the shades
Someone is singing.

Strolling With Bullets

An old man was shot
taking a walk in New York,
just taking a walk,
and maybe thinking about
how near to death he was.
It was then
that he walked right into a stray bullet.
We do not know
where the bullet was going
or where it would have gone
had the old man
not stepped in front of it.

In another part of the metropolis,
a baby is shot (quite by accident),
in the head.
It was crying in its stroller,
but when the bullet arrived it fell silent.

They say a young man
was taking out his gun for a walk.
When a cop saw the 9 milli
It was almost 8 A.M at a crosswalk
on 40second street.
Bullets flew,
a window, a pigeon, and
a small dog
were taken out.

The gunfight was reported,
as local news,
as I watched
the TV screen seemed to shrug,
despite the busy street
nobody witnessed,
it just happened.

Even so,
It was considered to be yet another,
'New York miracle',
for although the window that was shot
had a hole in it,
                      it survived.

Love Found Whilst Strolling In a Park At Midnight

I pray for your sake

You

Whilst out one night walking 

Strolling through a park

At and under moonlight

You find the one you are so dearly 
looking for

And the love you so seek

And I also hope it is raining outside as well

Like in every romantic movie set

And background lit with Christmas 
strings of multi colored fairy lights

Twinkling like the glee and joy
residing behind your eyes

Premium Member Drifters

Drifters have nowhere,
as leaves go everywhere, they live.
A stroll on the side

Premium Member Strolling Through the Meadow

As I strolled through a small meadow
A profound peace consumed my soul
   Felt serene; my heart was aglow 
As I strolled through a small meadow
     Blooming  roses were in a row
     Basking in nature, I feel whole
As I strolled through a small meadow
A profound peace consumed my soul











09/20/2022
Contest: Triolet
Sponsor: Joseph May

A Blacksmith's Boy

One sunny springtime morning
I met her on a fair day.
I saw her from a distance
Out strolling on the fair way.

As like the springtime morning
She filled the air with joy...
She was a rose of England
And I a blacksmith's boy.

I heard that she was singing
As I maundered ever near;
The sweetest charming plainsong
Sent softly to my ear.

As like the springtime morning
She filled the air with joy...
She was a rose of England
And I a blacksmith's boy.

She had the rarest countenance,
She had the fairest flowing hair;
She looked the grandest lady, 
Ethereal beyond compare.

As like the springtime morning
She filled the air with joy...
She was a rose of England
And I a blacksmith's boy.

She was a rose of this fair land,
The flower of Saint George,
But I my master's vassal,
A servant of the forge.

So, like the springtime morning
She filled my heart with joy...
She, a rose of England
Whilst I, a blacksmith's boy.

Premium Member Strolling In Autumnal Vibes

Oh! how gracefully the trees, flaunting splendor lilt
Swaying autumn’s palettes in rhythms of winds ruby 

As the sun is setting, flaming glow of gamboge skies
Amber breeze is blushing rosy glimmer of eventide
And robins are excavating pecking on decaying lawn
Where ducks are ambling, ogling seductive bond
Amid people strolling, pausing to gaze at opaline arc
Floating crimson filaments on tinted purple canvas
Enhanced by falling colors whirling mellowed vibes
In twilight’s golden ambiance alluring romantic eyes

Gleam of eve’s fading, ceding reign to peeking moon
As scent of you appeals, quiescently enveloping me
Enchanting where I sit, under twinkling stellar magic
Enticed by euphony of mockingbird’s sensuous song
Articulating for me eloquently, love is never too far
When autumn blazes passions titillating lovers’ hearts

October 20, 2021
Placed 1st: Let’s Mix It Up Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Nature
Unrhymed couplet/Unrhymed imagism/Free verse

Premium Member Street Lights All Aglow

street lights all aglow
feel the snow against your face
as you stroll along

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