Walk On Poems - Poems about Walk On

A broken gate in the cemetery holds many memories. By Poet Walk through my gate at night, only with a full moon very bright. The hanging "Gossamer" from the trees is an eerie sight, I do not know if I like this invite. This "Ghostly" night may bring some fright, but in the end we will be alright. Look over there at...

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Walk Home In urban life, something is lost Civilization is a plasticized life Fashionable term of blindness Oh, this is a wrong assessment! We live in a contemporary world! See lies as truth, and don’t think! This is the key to modern life! Drugged and deceived masses By economic psychology, reined! They enjoy this life I am not domesticated I am not urbanized Live in nature Without mass And walk...

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Gosh, Lord, has it been that long Since we've had time to talk!? I know that You are near me So please come, let's take a walk Down by the river would You please meet me I'm so glad to see Your face Your kindness fills my heart with song Let's meet again here at this place ...

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I walk into the kitchen, hands not ready. Out and in again. Walk out without food....

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In every breath, I find Your grace, In darkest nights, Your light I chase. Through storms and calm, You’re always near, A constant voice I long to hear. You’re with me through each prayer I say, Near me always, night and day. Through every trial and every test, I know in You, I find my rest. When I’m with You, I have no...

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Life can call us, to walk on water, To rise and face the daunting danger. Our safety and security lie in Him alone, On waters deep, His favour is shown. To step in ways not tried before, Or walk where none have dared explore. Yet faith makes easy what seems steep, His Voice guides where trust runs deep. Peter heard and left...

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Life Life is so fantastic, an uplifting phenomenon, a dazzling dream Dream, why are you not a living happiness? Maybe I can’t dream “You are dreaming.” Always. Creating my loved fate. “Then end.” “Then end,” said Satan. Why? “Why? You don’t need to create your fate.” But the fate is not given. Fate comes. “No. Just a stream.” Where is...

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in his sunset years he daily traversed a mile to smile waiting w a t c h i n g A L E R T the lilt of phantomic voice to O P E N his ...

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You would pardon insurrection -freedom to mob, good people; while pouring ICE on immigration -Free rides National Guarded Rebellion Breached Vigilante Patriotism Rebellion Protest Discontent Nonviolent Rebellion While pouring ICE on immigration Free rides -National Guarded, you would pardon insurrection -freedom to mob, good people ...

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We walk upon the pathless path alone, in realms and domains where none may set sail, since it requires consciousness we first hone and purify heart, without which we’ll fail. God, who dwells within, knows each thought we think, so unless we uplift our vibrations, how will our heart sense wisdom He does ink, when we have felt not bliss beat’s sensations? Nothing...

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I needed love Just one love Nothing more Just life, lives I met. Killed Psychology Yes. English My lives gone I am European No psychology English, killed My life. Waited My king children Killed men Nazi power You will die Soon Satan Here No love ...

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Talk and Walk “In the forest. You love ancient life,” said Satan. “Magnetized. Yes, magnetized,“ I answered. “Sure. You are magnetized by old life,” said Satan. “So good to meet with you again, Master,” I greeted Satan. “Let us go walk into your loved woods,“ Said Satan. “ So ancient. Oldest than life. Hoary. Eternal,” I answered Satan. “Best place to meet...

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A storm is brewing It's coming to a head. all of society is in danger but by the Spirit we will be led the blustering winds of bigotry are fierce causing racial isolation the hurricanes of hate are howling causing economic desolation the impact will be monumental affecting everyone at hand the tornadoes of Injustice are swirling but on the promises...

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A Silent Walk in the Woods It’s the first of June. Beautiful sunny day. The play of light and shadow is amazing. This is a pure day. Fantastick the inner silent. I feel it is a very deep meditation. “I am here too. Let us go for a walk for a dynamic meditation.” Said Satan. “I feel this day...

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