Trails Poems - Poems about Trails

The tails we tell ourselves To make ourselves feel warmth. restart with goodnight then we've changed. We believe the lies we tell ourselves Need those tails to tell ourselves hugs. Kisses jumps before you sleep. All emotional thrills the truth we never seek. The truth is cold sharp and it kills even if the truth is...

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All the calamities are meant to quiet noisy minds asking too many questions The signs of angst & friction is an attempt to rub us the wrong way quelling what our minds have to say In these days of endings & beginnings the way forward appears to be shrouded in confusion In a blink of an eye ghosts of the past return with masks in tow as if they fell...

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Across the endless march of days Nature showing what will be Best laid plans that come out sideways What you get is what you see Timeless trails turn into highways Searching for a better me ...

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A cosmic jolt, a sudden shift, A" Jesus' moment." I'm not a convert. The world feels strange, reality askew, Is this the Matrix, or just me and you? A virus strikes, a hidden truth unfolds, A cancer whispers, a story yet untold. An accident's embrace, a helping hand, This leads to a heart's reveal, a life's grandstand, From chaos born, a strange...

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The Trails of Sanity Why do I care if the disturber carries on Why is it I cannot just wait it out, bide my time Be more mindful, try and bond Embrace what I don’t understand Welcome the scorching taste in my mouth I wait, I watch, and watch and wait what seems a millennium The afterglow of embers still burn Just sit tight… The...

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In a place where letters don’t find a way, My home is trails where spirits sway. I wander freely, night and day, In endless woods, I choose to stay. My mailbox stands in an urban town, But my home is where the leaves turn brown. Through forests deep and mountains high, Underneath the vast, open sky. With...

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My boots, still burdened with the dust of Carpathian trails, Silently slip over the gleaming tiles of an urban temple, Where hipsters sip artisanal nectar on lazy Tuesday afternoons, Under the impassive gaze of a Bucharest wrapped in its own chimera. I sit among blurred shadows, searching in the eyes of cultivated youth, With my soul still clinging to the...

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Predator OR prey one OR the bettOR gamble. The winner BE awhile FREE for now SEE a day. Be sooner THAN later MANaged but ENDs up dead. Predator PLEASED fricaSSEES taste sauCY with wine....

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Last song is sung As day is done Not one has lost Nobody's won Moonlight moves off Awaiting morn One has now passed One's to be born Been no farewells For those that leave They take with them Hearts on their sleeves Time does not wait Nor does it heal For there's no dream Life will reveal Poison rides trails Paved with false gold Young minds on fire Suffer through cold Best you can do Is...

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wildlife at it's finest exploring hidden nature viewing mountain tops...

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I like trekking through the woods in the Fall; it's a wonderful way to relieve stress. The crunch of leaves, or a scolding crow's call, signals that Summer's time is in recess. As a child, I'd romp through the woods near home, always exploring Nature’s hidden trails. And rather than stay put, I'd often roam, chasing down local stories and tall tails. Serene...

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The Chronicles of our Liberty. Liberty in reverse. Our nation, a living mystery, bonded in trinity. Herein lies our story. Was it not yesterday, Freedom roamed and triumphed in our backyard? After our relished taste of liberty from beings of a snowy land. Who make our throats to melt like a wax before fire; And as mortal before the pestle of time. Under the...

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"happy trails to you" not even in an Evans or a Rogers but in a Porky Pig voice th- th- the th- th- the th- th- th- that's all folks adios...

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~ Happy Trails My Friend… There ain’t no worn in path across life’s prairie to show which is the right way for us to go If we‘ve chosen right or wrong is just something that we probably ain’t never gonna know So there ain’t no need in standing at the fork knocking our brains out to figure the right road Either...

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