Walking Poems - Poems about Walking

... Smell of jazmine mixed with fishy waters. Smell of something missed long time ago. Listening to the seagulls squawking in the morning brings me back to my ocean. ......Read More

...et me off so that I can burn up Cause I've been cold for a while I'm as good as dead So better be done with it already Set me off once and for all Atleast I'll escape this reality ......Read More

... Every night i think about my life, Feels like walking on a knife; I know, it's hard to survive, But,strong me is still alive. What to do ? How to do ? ......Read More

... His hand slipped inside hers and suddenly it was as if the world learned how to breathe again Perhaps it was the cadence of the blessed moon sweeping away all the harsh lights of yesterday Perh......Read More

...Where were you when I called? when I searched all over for your love? for your kind protection and your words? for a father's hand to hold? Where were you when I was alone? when I didn't under......Read More

...Her fragrance draws me in like an overflowing field of flowers Greater Butterfly Orchids fluttering about and above a seduction, two doves coming together as one in the solitude of sentient ......Read More

...As I walk the darkened corridors of my life It is day time but I see no light. I look into the darkened corners straining my eyes Looking for the unexpected not wanting a surprise Talking......Read More

... Wettened by the morning dew Closely spaced where rows of roses grew Footprints stained the cobblestone Where my love and I had walked, alone Picturing us hand in hand Walking slowly, stoppin......Read More

...Oh Teachers! The burning candles, The moulders of young minds. The pathfinder to the searching sheep. Teachers are like burning candles, breezing in all day out. Designing the world future. Wa......Read More

...I feel cut off from the world I wish to reside in. No walks in the park with my sister discussing literature and men. No romanticism from my mother. The books my father read were s......Read More

...The morning fresh restores the soul. Worn down from the weeks' weathered aim. With some coffee that helps the roll. In a quest for fortune and fame. In a fast-paced world of woe. The morning f......Read More

...Which way does the spell go? Where does her fury go? Wry face and fuming heart Wilted meadow we see Witching hour saddles her Waiting to cast the spell Walking on mystic lanes September ......Read More

...history times spoken to teach educate when the pages run red the colour of denial we only listen to words that self-medicate becoming alight ......Read More

...“whether or not” two days without walking, and without out loud talking. have i gotten lazy, or have i gone crazy; complaining, when’s the rain going to start stopping?......Read More

...Merrily Merrily cold January 2018 Damian wakes up late Saturday morning There was hardly a warning and She danced her way over to Damian's Bed. Hey lover, how's life?" 10 am. He pulled her on......Read More