Trodden Poems - Poems about Trodden

This ship here is sinking, To the murky depths below, It's got me worried sick and thinking, About life imitating an art show. Wonders lie in abscess, Hell the unimaginable, Pain is the remedy ready for access, Tolerance for it is a gamble. Should I die here alone, Bury me by the coast, My sins do burn me till I atone, Raised glasses for a jocular...

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I left a trail of rancid spots across my floor; from misstep unseen...

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LOVE OF ISAIAH Don't be down trodden for you are of great worth Isaiah 43:4 Don't be down trodden for you are of great worth For in the eyes that the Father has given me It is of no surprise the third eye looks straight at the heart And into the eyes of the Father For in the eyes that the...

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A doll’s eyes ripped out Torn dress and a faded face Used and forgotten Trodden into the concrete Till she is found in the street...

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"Paint in silence” “The Weight of Temp” Colour your canvas and spill your Art shake and awaken many a heart Untether your soul from your whole escape mundane and time and let your brush rhyme Have Man radiate pour oil colours on his trait Carve his seized dreams and his insight of flowing streams Let me read his cry of birth and see the drops of tears on...

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A long and winding way through the woods is followed by many hikers....

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No flies on Doo-Doo If your not paying attention And accidentally step in it...

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Spring necked victim Will be decked again For pure amusement ...

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Her arms laden with small garden tools and sweet scented flowers She wanders into the graveyard, and treads the trodden path Noticing the subtle differences given with the different hours The gentle swaying of cobwebs after they are so cleverly cast The black birds hunting for their so hungry meal the earth scours Afternoon flowers bowing under the suns hot...

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His knowledge catches fire. A flame, a burning ache, spreads from the scalp to the sole of his mind. Later, he finds that flame dead in his distant daughter’s wound. If he tells it aloud, people will call him mad. Feelings are sometimes synchronized in the track of telepathy. His mind receives signals again. His call surprises his spouse beyond the sea the...

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My shoes lie prone like dogs waiting for a new adventure Will it be a soft seashore shuffle? A jaunt through the mall, all dusty with grime A plunge to tippy-toe into mud and puddles A climb up a tree or hike up mountain slopes A skip through playgrounds with the kids A ride up an escalator, what a relief! All polished...

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Old native house Less trodden narrow path to Flowery backyard...

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