Tracks Poems - Poems about Tracks

Lakes and beaches are wiped clean like a whiteboard, each day by waves, tide, wind. Then marks of ripples and tracks provide transient tell-tales of what has gone on since, of what is yet to come. What caused those ripples? Where did they come from? What caused those tracks marking crisscross paths on the sand? From whence did they come?...

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Inspired by a love story Empty tracks without you By Michelle Morris 23/04/2025 I tried to get you out of my head I tried to get you out of my heart But there was no way out for me I was in too deep from the start And even when I tried to leave The ghosts of us would hold me back I feel...

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like a waltz with her guilt for a soldier and son like a foetus that hears and fears fallout’s begun like the praise for a man who once lit up her floor like the things we can't find but are still searching for like a warm song of summer through night scented mist like the bride who wore black crossing...

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Belief only comforts the fool wondering is a tool Everybody's going round in cycles never settling down with someone They are at once all lye and drowned ringing for a chance penchantly they rob themselves of honour digging a hole to cover their tracks...

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My fake confidence Could surely kill you, Large and colossal, A giant in its hard shell. It clings to me, Armor I didn’t choose, A brittle shield That I’ve painted gold. I see your ego drilling into you, Spiraling, twisting, Digging deeper than you know. There’s no turning back— You’re tied to the tracks. The iron bites, A weight you thought you could carry. The whistle is blowing, Echoing through the...

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On tracks of fervent dreams, Trump train rolls ahead Banners flying high, carries hopes widespread Through valleys deep, mountains tall, it's a loud, united cheer Forging our path, with no room left for fear © daniel miltz...

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Woke up with a roar, bengal tracks pepper the sky; Unleash your beastie....

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Allow me to introduce myself, friends tend to call me Saturn’s MelRose; Once you read me? I stay off the shelf; I run around in a sweet saucer all decked out in salmon pink and green; It runs on the smoothest ice water; Vast emerald and rose trails take wing, my reputation always proceeds; Ship arrival’s got music blasting; Spicy taste like Taco...

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You come to me, palpable, The way a candle flickers When the air is stirred, A vague mirage, a sense Of metaphysical existence But here, nevertheless, A wondering sensation one never forgets More than just a curiosity A part of me rises to you, Relinquishes itself to your fond greeting Almost forgetting that it wants What it doesn’t want – Something sweeter I once knew That...

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Stalking every dream calling me from sleep A Yeti of the frozen night I drove the pitons deep Climbing over hope belaying every wish The tracks it leaves — perdition bound to wander in the mist (Haverford Pennsylvania: May, 2024) ...

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Train bypassing just over the rivers bend Sturdiest and unpromising of bridges, carry my feet along your lumber Steal away the time I should be an honorable member of society Keep me as your own and offer me company as you do the passing trains Just before the sunrise do your wood beams greet the world, before those of...

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Grit flies from spinning rubber, the traffic is edging through roads, narrowed, by the plowed and pushed aside. Curb-side snow remains; solid humps turn brown, in an un-melting light. A lone chicken hawk circles an iced-over acre of snaking roadway, its black track attracts the birds eye, as if it were the contrail of an elongated rat, stretching into a bolt- hole of frozen...

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Forever the shadow, tangled light Held in place by invisible edges And there the slanted, stumbled plight Echoes of always repeating pledges Under the dawn, where eyes don't see Where caresses sooth the rebel Reality listens, hears a dampened plea Heard by the ear shaped pebble No-one is bound or prevented to leave Each of us settled, sedated Looking for semblance of self to retrieve In...

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Upon silver tracks, in moments held in suspense, Gentle steps of angels are faintly heard, idly interlaced. The vault of heaven quivers in translucent azure; Through the eternities creeps a divine murmur, cold and alive. The pure echo of the evening mingles with the sunset, With the shadowed blue, that in the wing of night vibrates and rises. The earth's labors...

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lost distraught crisp leaves blend into new home on old rusty railroad tracks...

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