Trail Poems - Poems about Trail

on a forest trail warm wind whispers through the trees God and man commune...

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He took a plane to Rapid City Hoped the bike trip would be pretty Took a cab to where the trail began— He had the spark of a younger man. Next day he cycled on the Mickelson Trail Though he knew he was in a moving jail Higher ups told us he must be kept down If left alone, he'd gain a...

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OFF THE CHOSEN TRAIL Off the chosen Trail He stands barefooted Walking barefooted Grounding his vessel He walks that-A-way Beloved grounding his flesh His soul and spirit thrives Barefooted stretchfore upon I step upon intimate spaces Walking in faith on jagged waters Like Jesus I look at Him As I leave the waves now Walking to heavenly steps Following you...

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Time Period~~1830-1850 As rain falls hard and soaks the ground and thunder roars its mighty sound, so tears of the displaced may fall, our cries bespeaking dearth and pall. The Deep South tribes of long ago were forced to forge a trail of woe, of death and want, with goods so small, our cries bespeaking dearth and pall. We Cherokees were brought to tears when...

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The Divine Paper Trail Written everywhere in theme For everyone to perceive collected verses on paper- puzzle piece designs, blueprint on the narrow trail A reason to follow, discover the outcome up ahead, beyond turns and bends. She went down that narrow path, up the mountain high and over to the better side. Saw through an opened door Paradise newly spread out- glorious parcels of land restored, wrapped in brightness together...

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I Could Sit Here” I could walk along this sandy shore. Crashing waves to and fro. Sandpipers chirping, Seagulls circling, White sails sailing. I could sit here for a while. I could hike this rocky trail. Relish the splendor of snowcapped peaks Bathe in an icy brook Cast a line without a fly Bull elk braying in the meadow below I could sit here for a...

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My hands are on the rail I am bla?ing the trail And i am fully on course To fulfill my chosen cause. The children are watching To see what they are catching Leading by example not just talking They are watching to do the walking. Wearing my customised blazer I am on course, and I am a trail blazer. ...

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Joys thrill upon suffering grief, In dense darkness lamp’s light as if, Good days all gone, should one get bad, All alive, poor soul lives like dead. ________________________ Translation |31.10.2024|happiness, joy, grief, men Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. Like the light of a...

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Innocence a foreigner if beautiful or dark No one who can lead the way — has purity of heart (Dreamsleep: November, 2024) ...

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Wayne followed every traditional route. His ignorant bliss bid others chart his course. Comfort was in knowing all carried precedent form. Locked doors blocking every end. Turn left, then right, again and again. Would they lie? Did they lie? road trip to nowhere tradition loss prediction walking to empty [Note of feet: Majority of society are...

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I lay so seemingly far away from here In the sleeping bag of my dreams Where ever do I come from Going exactly where, I wonder Especially seeing nothing... is As was thought it to be seen. Chilled, wrapped in safety blankets Of imprinted thoughts, and memories known Mansions many, waiting Through sleepy mind’s open door Ready for re-visiting, enter free As free to...

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Softest whispers as I do pass ‘Oh wandering Watcher Your path has led you here We wait for the One to come’ ‘Are you truly the One to write it?‘ Softer whispering's ‘How will it be true written... in Blood, Fire, or sparkling Water?’ ‘How will you write the twelfth verse... to Be’ _______________Maiden I_________________ The world abounds around us In seeming calamity Seething with injustices From...

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The Santa Fe Trail The expanse is awe striking ...

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In twilight’s grip, where shadows creep, A haunted trail begins to weep. The wind it howls, a mournful tune, As ghosts emerge beneath the moon. The gnarled trees twist in despair, With every step, I sense their stare. Each rustling leaf, a whispered plea, For those who tread...

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I wanted to find myself, so I got lost in the woods, Turns out life’s easier without all the shoulds. The rhythm of steps was a meditation Twelve hours a day in God’s lovely creation. Even when I was tired, wet, hungry and cold I didn't get jaded; nature didn't get old In the south,...

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