Trail Poems - Poems about Trail

We hike the trails where emerald silence grows, The forest hums beneath the morning light, The mountain breathes in rhythms nature knows. The beach wind plays with gulls in seaward flight, We splash through waves, our footprints wash away, The forest hums beneath the morning light. By lakes so still they mirror skies all day,...

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B-52: a city on its own. You mess with us, we’ve got technology. I loved it when we flew into the zone: as Ernie said, “We’ll kill ’em till they’re free.” My job? To watch the black cascade of death and myriad explosions in the woods: Louisiana lilt – “You hold your breath,” that’s Ernie’s voice – “delivering the goods!” The pretty...

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My knee was a cracked hinge, each step a bargain struck with pain. The canyon walls pressed in, heat still rising from the stone long after sun left it behind. Halfway to the distant rim, I flopped down on the trailside bench— the slats grabbed hold of my full weight as if they meant to keep me. And then I was above it all— a...

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Civil Rights fight is where the need for freedom began An end Society says Race once again Thrown in the face The upward battle No settle The Blockade No sitting in darkness under a shade No hidden words Having a mind to excel The need to prove Inspired and determined to move Don’t need permission Created from above Freedom to think of Society doesn’t want races to interrelate There is a...

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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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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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