Underfoot Poems - Poems about Underfoot

... The Killers of Happiness Psychologists didn’t want my life, because I love God They didn’t want my life here.– I respect the ancient past The modern psychology tramples my life, because I love......

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...We sit together in the shadowed halls beyond time— Plato, Socrates, Spinoza, Protagoras, Aristotle, Pythagoras, Kant, Descartes, Aquinas— our words once rivers, now dust in the mouths of men. ......

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...I felt the sea on my pulse, the salt in my brunette, pebbles underfoot, the net dragging me. I felt the familiar ebb and flow, close to shore, tippy-toes. The coconut permeates the dawn, ......

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...Dissolve again. Into some puddle of oil. Sink, and sunken. Then turn into an oil painting. Dissolve again. Like a penny. I don’t think pennies ever dissolve. They just get dropped into the......

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...An alarm clock. On the edge of the nightstand. No one came after me the whole night. Except the skin of my thoughts. Shaking but nothing. It’s like I woke up and ate gravity and passed out a......

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... In the beginning, there was not The Word, But silence, A silence that weighs upon the soul. Then came the dust, with the flavor of an unfinished word, like a lingering memory of a promise ......

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...Rising on island, Mountain, with peaks of possibility, Valley lush and green. When my knees collapse, lightning and thunder - Call it butterflies. The palms warmed and cooled us, warned ......

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...Under the sky painted with gold and silk shadows, The sun pours its last rays like an ancient elixir, And darkness, like a river of velvet, embraces the earth, Stopping time for mortals, to dive i......

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... Broken souls and disillusioned dreams. (Drowning in a sea of dread…) Broken toys and angels without wings. (Fragile things…) Weep for the fallen brothers and infants without mothers. (No l......

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... Written: April 12, 2025 for contest sponsored by Brian Strand ************* . . .In the silent expanse of lunar dust a momento rests shards of progress glint like stars ......

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...There was a great incline of stone, weathered amongst the sparsely green valley whose feet lay at the door of a thatched cottage and whose head I was treading over now. A fair stream, no wider th......

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...fine pOwder O what a pleasant mOrning intake cOffee eee…ew keep the dOOr clOsed bathe the steps & car thOse hazardous areas the mat underfOOt handle that c......

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...The bullets did not fly into the wind, They struck, leaving indelible scars, Blood on the pavement, pain in impure souls, The bodies fall, but the eyes remain wide open. The pains we hide become ......

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...How long have I been holding my breath? How long have I walked this path? It's winding turns make no sense. One after another. There is no sense in this madness, only an interrupting voice ......

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...A wave tamed the air, A deadly stare swallowed the thunder. I am god on earth, But I wish we Gods could converse. If I have dominion here, I should speak to the dead And alas, the......

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