Walking Poems - Poems about Walking

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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I used to walk here with my doggy, Betsy, I used to walk here with my doggy, Bo. Both have gone up to doggy heaven. Wonder if they're still making that yellow snow....

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walking on water straight to your heart want your mouth everywhere everywhere, and i do mean EVERYWHERE! walking on water purified and inspired by the depth of your soul your kisses take me straight to heaven straight to heaven, and i do mean STRAIGHT TO HEAVEN! walking on water feeling exhilarated and recharged by the gentleness of your energy the warmth of you is therapeutic...

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I like walking to the store. Every day I buy a bit Of what I need, for home supplies. Or maybe I just look around. I like walking back to home. On the way I might observe If my neighbors are around, Or maybe left their TV on. Sometimes kids play out-of-doors On the lawn, where their energy Is safely ignored by all Except by each...

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The Walking Dead It’s said that at the crucifixion, certain events took place. But nowhere in history do we find this case. Eclipses, in the ancient world, were important events, And often believed to be major portents. But history lacks this event of immanity, And that’s a big problem for Christianity. A literary trope and mimesis again, Showing up with the ancients’ pen. Again,miracle...

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Restrained on a leash that extends ten feet or so, the little pooch is as compact as a battery and charged with as much energy. With his tail erect perfectly to the perpendicular, he beams a well-being almost bursting, too potent for his little frame. He tugs and pulls and strains valiantly against the taut leash as if to snap it...

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i don't believe you i want to but i can't you're smoke and mirrors you're on you're off you're on again you're here you're gone you're all attention when i explode your minimum is not enough you don't impress me you fail at every chance your minimum will never be enough put on the spot you make the effort but empty promises is what i get convincing at the...

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Never will I fear a Martha brae witch wearing my bathing suit scraping my slippers trying to force me to drown leaving Martha brae dirt gold dust from the Taino witch eh reeking havoc in America envy fear denial you will forever walking backwards and when you finally stop death the same death of Rasta...

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I recently went walking On grounds around a lake, Pristine as the morning dew, Pure beauty mine to take. The silence there was deafening The purity profound, And the meaning of life itself Was all around. Not even birds could quite be heard Or the humming of the bees, As I was lost in time and space Where...

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Why walk fast, If we enjoy walking slowly? Birds are a part of the puzzle, Intelligence is part of the puzzle, The trees too, Walking alone allows you to find other pieces missing. Pourquoi marcher vite, Si on apprécie de marcher lentement ? Les oiseaux sont une partie du puzzle, L’intelligence est une partie du puzzle, Les arbres aussi, Marcher permet de trouver d’autres pièces manquantes....

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Walking, Strolling through, Rolling hills, Cliffs Keep Arising. Diving in, Climbing In the end, To be better than my will. A higher mentality, Hiding in side of me. So I can see the Truth, Surrounding Duality. Abiding within society, Driving the Crazy, Becoming Lazy, The path Growing hazy. Complacency has blatantly, Robbed us of Energy. The will to be, As we Endlessly, Repeat our history. Can you See? The Patterns, Fallacies, Created, Keeping us Happy, Entertained, And Distracted. Our youth being trained, Framed...

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When walking tight rope Use your heart and mind To balance the situation To never get fall Don't look elsewhere Focus your mind forward While concentrating on the rope Let the heart control the inner Stretch your both hands sideways Like a feather for wind control Step the right foot forward To leverage success Until you reach the end To victory and never came back....

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His eyes tell the tale we can read from the lines on his face. A long, wearisome journey with connections in many a’place. Some must've been favored destinations, for their shadows are grooves, dug deep. Or perhaps mistakes repeated; tear tracks carved in his sleep. His smile whispers in parenthesis, a hushed, mischievous wink…the hash marks between...

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