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Untraveled Poems - Poems about Untraveled


Premium Member Life’s Untraveled Path
Life’s Untraveled Path By: Miracle Man January 6, 2024 At times in life each faces some decision, and later on “what if” reveals its face. Without giving our best with due precision, we accept flawed thinking as no disgrace. Often our actions go beyond risk taking, for some risk taking is a part of life. His chosen path had became heartbreaking, And his life ended...

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Categories: untraveled, birth, death of a
Form: Quatrain
Premium Member Untraveled Country Road
road tan dirt littered with fallen red leaves draws in its viewer come walk around hidden bend in the road ...

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Categories: untraveled, imagination,
Form: Ninette



Premium Member Untraveled Trails
In a mountain valley on a moody summer day dark pink and purple clouds loftily hang above dense dark evergreens the clouds reflect on the narrow stream as it winds along the valley floor a storm is about to brew swaying of bull rushes that line the bank edges among this thick foliage delicate blue flowers bloom this wide picturesque valley has become a boggy area filled...

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Categories: untraveled, nature,
Form: Free verse
The Road Untraveled
Individual’s individual, summation of one The snow always fresh, no marks on the trail Those tracks left by others, a map to retreat from Direction internal —new spirit to hail (The New Room: November, 2021)...

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Categories: untraveled, destiny,
Form: Rhyme
The Untraveled Path
Across the plains and thru the distant wood Lay railroad tracks, once used from long ago. A remainder of commerce, they once stood Now thick vines overtake them as they grow. Close your eyes, you can hear clippity clop When the train travelled by on the steel rail As it raced by to reach its next stop. Now only a dredged up...

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Categories: untraveled, hope, metaphor,
Form: Sonnet



Untraveled Wilderness
I wonder what’s on that untraveled path It looks detached from the human race That mud-spattered trail has no footsteps I wonder if it was ever taken by anyone A shepherd and his sheep, a mule skinner perhaps The shrubbery on this way are yearning for human touch I stand at a distance to see where it takes I stand to see...

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Categories: untraveled, beautiful, heaven, mountains, nature,
Form: Free verse

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