Walkways Poems - Poems about Walkways

... I woke long before he did, quietly slipped from his side and donned his warm woolen robe. As difficult as 'twas to leave him, to have awakened him— I'd never have been able to leave his......

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... In the conjugal life’s complex topography, vowed to traverse to the end together within the sacred institution of matrimony, the path may bifurcate where distrust dust gathers. Mar......

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...“As God’s spark ensouling organic form, I am that presence which cannot be named, felt within as a magnetic bliss storm, divine pulsation that cannot be tamed, gentled by His touch, w......

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...Wouldn't it be so beautiful to begin each day Where our first breaths are each other? The sun through the blinds warming our skin The sweet air of you filling my lungs Relishing in being interw......

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...some level of falling from grace happens in slab city its twisted humanity when kindness stops being nornal when green crusaders are dismissed, unseen like burying waste in landfill city of sl......

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...For you, who must remain in Asphodel, We weep for you, who have forever fell. Yet we, who lost the moment, gained all time. In falling, do we hope that others climb. And though we lost our litt......

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...Nights of flying dream world, who might chase a raucous laugh, or seek indeed mirthful excitement, the sort that has embroidered twists, as is generally perceived by intention, but epic hurdle......

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...I walked in to the four bed rooms, four baths of my daughter’s house with big living room, dining room, washing room, back and front yards, master bedroom with bath and walk-in closets. Painted......

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...The bus, the bus was waiting for me Waiting, and yet I still didn’t want it to come The steps were too steep, and the kids were always screaming or laughing The wheels were always covered in mud, ......

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.... for public domain Sometimes my shadow, more inviting than me, a dark apparition on city walkways, catches the passing cast down eye, more so than the benched shadow caster nearby. The shad......

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...Spring, the mischievous libertine, Has twitched from the chrysalis of dull realities, Sneaking, slyly, among norms and tasteless thoughts, A live torch in the old auditoriums where science quivers......

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...The city above us reaches higher and higher tipped at the top in all its glory with iconic, prickly, spires, as long as air rights permit it. Build, tear down, rebuild, as the wheels below spin r......

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...acorns and leaves make up his mind too as foliage entwines ours like bridges, like walkways, camouflaged in an every-day of solitude; these berries may not last; his thought runs deeper ......

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...Her warm-eyed glow, how the more Inviting, love-starved, dined on. Romantic night cafe's. From where my own, streets apart And yearly distant, mists up. Lights, lamped, lone walkways.......

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...A meadow of roses...awash in colors, from pale pink to deepest crimson, lavender, pale yellow tinged in pink, to coral, silver and bronze. With brick walkways that capture dappled sunligh......

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