Walking Poems - Poems about Walking

feet tracing ruts softened by the weight of others the path was worn polished not by insight but by generations unquestioning the same direction a weed split the sidewalk where my foot hesitated they handed us maps already marked, folded creased at the routes they wanted us to traverse walls hung with heirlooms no one claimed shadows longer than the rooms classrooms’ chalkboards of certainty offices pressed flat with...

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There were times when I was young…when I got on my parent’s nerves… when I did things they did not like… when they wanted me out of their hair they might tell me, “Go take a hike” Of course that meant to stop bugging them…to let them be…to go away… to read a book, watch TV or go outside...

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Wide awake mind racing silent, dark world new day emerging should I go ahead and jump into the day or lay here letting my thoughts and worries take over? Choosing an early start, I make an attempt to tame the worries and frustration running on repeat in my mind and breathe deeply and pray that today will be a better day I was frustrated with myself when I let a hard situation cause tears...

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It's all a balancing act....

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We were parallel walking she asked if I found [famous person] attractive I sucked a thoughtful tooth (as if) and said I'm not one to fawn over minor celebrities she said fawn I said yes fawn But if [famous person] was here now I'd attach myself to her legs and let her drag me through the mud like an I don't know what the...

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It’s not easy walking away Its not harder to feel alone I have words with no way to say There is a world and just my home I did not look back I did not want to say goodbye Courage perhaps or wisdom lack Without words… can I still lie? Each step… each thought Brings me closer and further I’m free yet caught Was walking away...

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For three hours, I wait. Is patient the word? A friendly face, too soon? Still, when your old you have no time for particulars, need to tell your story to who will listen; and walk miles and miles of aisles in the dollar store where your friend never goes; and you tell her about the rose; and eventually Mary and Martha meet, having never crossed paths before, and probably nevermore this...

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Walking to Rome On my way to Rome, I walked with a group of Jews who had left Israel because it had become a racist state The Jews were a group of young men and women on their way to Rome to seek an  audience with the Papa to ask him to take a stance against the orgy of brutality  against the Palestinians Their...

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Walking in the Space Walk, there is no light and dark, just emptiness of mind Space is an undiscovered place in the mind, but there But there is a dead entity. Not just one. Army of the Dead Here can walk only the dead. This is not that space. Not This is a closed space, but infinite. Open for dead...

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The world demands identity— a name, a face, a history. But in its grip, you lose your way, and shame is what they make you pay. They drag your truth into the light, then twist it wrong and call it right. They dress you up in guilt and fear, then whisper lies for all to hear. A coin of shadow tempts the soul, Whispers...

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All alone is all i've ever been miss when houses felt like a home now more-so abandoned as i walk around these ghost, derealization now im on the west coast starin at the ocean reminds me of these flows Melodies surfin my skull got deep holes here but driftin mold the words no play-doh in rhymes sinkin realest never make the studio like waves they driftin built it up...

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I walked with my legs straight into nightmares never saw another person coming up the stairs - Come to get me like that Breathed through my ankles lived from a rucksack slept in the tree house and walked like a quack quack - But don't you quote me on that Take three steps at a time never need no crutch didn't want a brother wasn't asking for...

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We've had our shouts and share of aches But inch by inch and side by side, We learned to bend before it breaks, To give a little, then a lot besides. It’s easy talking, easy walking with you. Like slippin' n sliding through the morning dew. No need to run, no need to hide, Just slow dancin', down by the riverside. Every laugh,...

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Pain refines, but grace restores. This is the whisper of strength. There are days when the world feels heavy, when the echoes of yesterday press against the walls of today. You walk forward, yet the past lingers like a shadow . . . a silent presence reminding you where you’ve been. But hear this: You are not bound by...

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Whatever happened to the telephone book enquiring minds need to know there hasn't been one here for years so wherever did it go and what about the telephone box or the answer machine I haven't seen either near it's clear they're few and far between they went the way of the dodo long before their time as not everyone owns a mobile phone and no you...

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