Walking Poems - Poems about Walking

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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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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she considers herself the epitome of a walking riddle, gentle by default but still lashes out bitterly. she tries to understand the world around her, but still feels like shes in a dream she can’t wake up from. she crumbles inside her skin but to others she looks completely comfortable. she’s the walking epitome of a riddle, for a riddle has...

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Walking On Eggshells I’m not putting up with this s### Always offended Always the one in the workforce Always playing the victim Troublemaker Just downright stubborn Treading on water Walking on eggshells Anything to set them off Push them over the edge Your fired Looking for the negative attention Feed their insecurities Probably in their 40’s...

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Walking in the Woods Walking in the woods is an incredible time Always. Just missing the time. All the time All the time. Every time. Missing life is far So far So far Loving the past, only an evil woman Loved her being. Was the love her love I love the presence of life here. Of her. Her life was false. A...

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we've built this house of cards now that could tumble any moment should you unilaterally decide to change the game AP: 1st place 2025...

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Early morning is the perfect time to walk the beach, the cool water licks at my feet. The soft sand is like walking on a pillow, pretty seashells yell-pick me up. My day started off with a bit of heaven on earth....

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OLD MEN WALKING TO THE SEA OLD MEN WALKING TO THE SEA GOING DOWN HILL THREE BY THREE FOAMING MIST AND DISTANT THUNDER OCEANS DEEP AND FILLED WITH WONDER PASSING GATE AND ANCIENT TREE HEAR THE MORNING SEA BIRD SCREE LIVING LIFE BY SEASON'S CLOCK WALKING TO THE WOODEN DOCK FOGGY IS THE GRAYISH SKY LOOKING CHILLY TO THE EYE CLOSER NOW WE’LL SOON BE GONE FISHING...

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I don’t like to swim So a swimmer I’m not, But I am in Florida And it is hot! While visiting friends, We sat by the pool, The sun beating down Where I’d sweat like a fool. But I learned a new way To cool off, doing laps By walking in water - You’ve tried it, perhaps? It felt so refreshing And it...

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I walk through life like a shadow unseen, Because they treat me like I’ve never been. No chains can bind me, no laws confine, Yet they whisper doubts as if they’re mine. Why do you fear the faith I hold? Why does my truth leave hearts so cold? Is...

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I'm walking the dog and when I stop I get bathed in sunshine it's the warmth of before like that feeling in the London Underground when gusts of dusty air rush over you yet this is: stillness I'm not sure ...

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Walking in the path of light, Not of own tirelessly fight. But of a broken and contrite heart, Clinging to this new creation not to part. I must become less of worldly ways, Drawn in as a sheep that shall not stray. Buried the Oldman by the quickening spirit In that day from a humble cry, you did visit Refined unto the glorious...

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While walking with intrusion upon the light of morn I stumbled across a field of thorns The ghastly things were everywhere Standing erect and poised without a care The field was devoid of other weeds It seemed to go on endlessly Each bush was trimmed with precision so fine I wondered what gardener had wasted his time A path had been hewn in...

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# Walking the Land I walk this land inspired not by what I want from life but by the constellation of possibilities unfurling before me I walk this land driven by days yet...

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