Walking Stick Poems - Poems about Walking Stick

Take away my blind walking stick, been stuck with it way too long, Pedals of love, unwraps in my heart, I see light approaching swiftly inside my heart piercing through my eyes, thought miracles ended in the Bible, draw closer the world, miracle embrace of beauty, a Sotho sanamarena, royalty blood now rears...

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Loyal companion carved from a sturdy oak. This eternal gratitude will never be revoked. You've been there for me more then some human folk. I think I may be in love with you and that is no joke. Please stay by my side until the day I croak, if perchance we come upon a very nasty bloke, I will turn you upside...

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There was an old man who lived in Maine, Everyday he would complain of pain, Pestered everyone but no one dared shun ...

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Slender branching twig Swaying on summer morning-- Stick insect waiting. Written 9/4/2017 for Chris D. Aechtner's Premiere haiku contest II...

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A rich and monied man, He is the village headman, Poor his kindness to his fellow village men, If one dies from his village he takes no pain, He sends his walking stick in the hands of his servant, But fails to walk letting his stick to do the work, Living long this man and died of age, Aware his death...

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"Louis!",she calls out. Yes,ironically I am the namesake. A signboard-Please don't hurt me.I'm blind. "Are you lost in thought again? You and your stupid world!" My stupid world. I see her bite her tongue in my mind. A smile on my lips. "I am so happy today! Won't you ask why?" "Need I?" Laughter.Sameness.Bliss. Such conversations are a mark of years of friendship. Unbreakable.Apparently so. "I am in love! Oh...

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Walking Stick Drifting thoughts roll Through my mind Full of rhythmic tones Pulsing in eternal rhyme Arriving in scattered words A trove of jewels glimmering Floating before me as rare birds Basking, I begin shimmering Picking out each golden word Carefully placing them on paper Choice nibbles of songs unheard Safe from being a useless vapor Every word is power packed Heals hearts or...

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There are no months as beautiful as early summer months wild flowers make the headlines, Leaning heavy on my old worn hazel wood stick walking to a wooded meadow out of breath, Clusters of Primrose and large patches of Blue Bells chat with clumps of Spring Violets, As I stand wheezing the wonderful smells the dampness of wood...

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A old tree branch that had fallen to the ground Polished it up, mended all the cracks, looking good as new ...

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My Walking Stick size 6 foot. My trusty old walking stick. It helps me walk with my sore hip. I like to call it my magic staff. If trouble comes I will use my staff to kick some ass. My staff does many things. It helps me walks, it keeps me safe from thief’s. The last thug that...

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My body has explained to me That for walking it would better be To use the aid of a cane or walking stick So my wooden elephant cane does the trick Its open handle sets upon The mighty back of an elephant strong His trunk lifted up with talent Helps me stride with more balance His eyes open so they can see A clearer...

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