Traversing Poems - Poems about Traversing

The romance of the mountain and rivers The warmth of life they give Are worth for you and me To go forward is a must To traverse the line path of our palm We all have the ability To love ourselves Have the strength to love others Treat you and me the whole year through Great kindness to all who made the effort....

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Traversing this realm of consciousness, where the sun is a stranger, Some stuff their ears with gales of light, fleeing from themselves, But there are souls whose song thrives under the moon, scorning the clear day, Night sentinels, finding their chrysalis in the vast darkness to metamorphose. They watch as hope crashes against their gates of dark thoughts, And no...

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The sun awakes from a night of slumber Rays cascade down I start to wonder Birds take off traversing an upward flight Gliding them into a newfound light The waves of the ocean start to applaud The sun looks down, a wink and a nod A sea of people embrace the warmth it makes A spectrum of colors bounces off the...

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Of thee virtual netherland... courtesy one spellbound wordsmith within apartment b44 nestled within a manor (and manner of writing) atop nondescript Schwenksville highland. All gibbets zing aside I got noose for you, yours truly enjoys harmless chide ding even kibitizing about, when cessation of consciousness occurs leaving terrestrial plane frequently incorporates divine spirit as guide absolute zero escape regarding death to override. Oft times ('specially these latter unsainted days and nights) death...

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In the dark alley of time my soul wanders With life stumbling on pitfalls of blunders The frailty of the indistinct fragile future Casts shadow of despair on my innate nature That is consumed in the darkness tormenting Turning my spent spirit into Tamasic nothing. I search for a glittering highway...

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The emerald forest uniquely so mystique spreads far and wide the shroud of surreal stillness, I enwrap floating on the rippling scented breeze. Its charming cadence enthralls my suffused essence with the servile sense of absolute surrender to the inventive creator of serenading solitude, who builds within me an innate arcane acumen to gauge...

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With only a trickle of lifeblood left inside an empty lonely shell Even rage had seized to flow from an insurmountable mountain Of sadness into the abysmal canyon of shadows and descent A cascade of nothing A waterfall of void Rapids of stagnation Who needs a bridge when there is no path to follow the pain No marker warning of slippery...

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Traversing the Imagination Maybe I’ll drift to mindless places Where wishes and wants Have lost all traces Traversing the heavens To unknown destinations Ahh, yes.. this makes me smile. Maybe I’ll drift to unidentifiable places Where all of imagination Is stored in databases Traversing new story lines Playing let’s pretend Ahh, yes... this makes me smile. Maybe I’ll write about these places To make others...

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TRAVERSING THE ORCHARD Sunny green blossoming Crisp red and yellow Xanadu fruit Paramour of buzzing bees Likewise festival high wire lines scream with harnesses of feet flying like Tarzan from tree to tree Hands grab delicious floating dessert plucked into baskets, cider and pies Delectable dessert of the doctorless wise 4/17/2018...

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MENTAL INSTITUTIONS SHOULD PLANT FLOWERS TO PASS THE HOURS Dead daisies, deceased dandelions torched tulips birthed to be torn and tragically tormented And those daisies and dandelions died due to being deemed demented Maples were made miserable, evergreens were ever sad, and fir trees were forced to become forlorn Those evergreens and firs were sorrowful for all of...

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Exploring the suburbs at Melbourne Glad are the late nights’ burnt Bustling Bourke Street Mall Epitome of a retail therapy’s call The archaic Flinder’s Station Scheduling warrants attention Cho-chooing to Sydney Never costs a kidney The surmountable Clothes Hanger Climbing it is not a head-banger The romantic Sydney harbour Releases lovers’ masquerade and cover The stunning Opera House Pit stop onwards to the south The flora of the Botanical...

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Walk with trust Eyes deceived by thinking thought Blind stillness walking...

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It's nice to have a friend, one who ambles step by step with me in this world which I live in. One who walks the same path as me, sees the same sights through the same eyes. Whole conversations conveyed with just a look, a smile, a wink. Who gets there first? We both arrive at the same time walking knee deep in our perversion. Bringing...

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With a gun in my hand Hope on my back I walk on through the sand Surviving my plans Through the rain, loss and cold I bury the mould Everything that I was So deep, all because I lost my levity I found a travesty I lay my back in the sand Questioning the gun in my hand With sight, sound and air I see what I am I...

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