Walkways Poems | Examples

Divorced

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.

Marking the legal dissolution of marriage,
the partners once embraced by love and commitment,
walk divergent walkways through the emotional corridor,
away from incompatibility, for they grow apart over time. 
 
The common course splits with the conflicting mindsets, 
plunging into whirlpool of emotional challenges,
bears testimony to how the convivial chord 
of conjugal harmony the impaired sentiments crumble.

In the lonely search for the way out of despair 
psychic positivity leads to personal growth,
offering the opportunity of new beginnings,   
helping to rise from the ruins of the past.

Self-esteemed prudence is a guide to navigate 
the new reality through the terrain of self-regulating life, 
and curve out an independent course to move on,
for the night ends, a new sun rises in another dawn.

Urban Slab

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 slab-stick
where we live normal lives within shuttered malls
affluence superimposed on poverty
can anything mellow us
with nature clotted under sprawl?

breeding, feeding, receding 
within plated walls
unable to bend the city to one's own wishing
to carry on with things just as they are
slabs pinned to the ceiling of mind

sometimes shutters open
to sun-dappled streaks on slab walkways
what are we to make of the dandelion in the crack?
a dark energy blooming between comfort and chaos

maybe we can piggyback on the hope of others
when small acts radiate
like children who empty their piggy-banks to charity
or laugh in summers of safe places

towers girdle the city 
midst what we crave for but can't always name
in our stash of consumer baubles 
urges like a swollen river
our weak stock options that never find a ladder

in the meantime we tread on  -  hungrily

The Living and the Dead

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 little lot of Earth,
We wish upon it all a grander birth.
Though life is for the living, not the dead,
Your lives our dreams, when we are gone to bed.

For the dreams of fallen fighters
Are the walkways of our world:
Be they heroes, be they blighters,
We’re the fabric they unfurled.

How much to those departed do we owe,
Whose bloods and brains didst build the world we know!

For sunlight rolled from off their learned tongue!
For ancient are the thoughts, forever young.

We paid no slavish homage to the past,
Nor failed to lend our glory to our day.
Take then our best, and nothing more need last,
And let thy beacon cast a brilliant ray.

We live as long as you recall our name.
We held the torch, and now we pass the flame.

House In Canyon Country

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 with rustic color of gray, in medium tone
outside and light tone inside, the color motif of the
interior design showing on the wall pictures and on
the vases with different synthetic plants and flowers.

Although they do not emanate floral or sweet scent,
the orchid plant utterly exhibits an illusion of blossom.
The backyard landscaping the previous owner had
done is stunning, quite lush with safe walkways.

A modern landscape or timeless landscape with the
feel of stillness and the view of the glorious sunset.
My pondering in silence was abruptly cut off by the
sound of the automatic sprinkler’s swirling water.

The Bus

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, but how?
They never ventured off the road to school and home again
Why, why are the windows tinted so much
That only outwards you can see, can tell if they are staring
I always try to sit alone, but the seats are always taken eventually 
They always whisper behind me, and I always listen as best as is good
The seats always embody a scar or stain, never to fade 
The walkways are always full of bags, you have to trek carefully
I don’t like the bus, and I don’t think it likes me

Shadow Box

. 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 shadow invites no one to speak,
to open one's self for others to seek
fruitful conversation, or just a hello.
It offers a glimpse, and then on you go.

So I wave, and the shadow conveys the greeting,
to pass on some lightness in moments so fleeting
they are often forgotten as soon as they fall,
but better a shadow, than nothing at all.

The Green Man

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
- deities of the core, 
the spirits would say -
to old log fires 
by weathered stone, 
you, his old flame, share
but only when you think 
we're thirsty, that is

Eyed Images

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.

Rose Meadow

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 sunlight, and are rinsed with rain.
          Perfumed air of roses, in morning's mist, casting a spell of enchantment.

May 1, 2023
for "Rose Meadow Poetry Contest"
by Julia Ward

Muse

Songs watered
Given chance to grow
Flourished beyond years
Lingering feeling
It's never over
Floral aroma 
Oklahoma
Rooted possibility
Unraveling divinity
Time to synthesize
Oh gentle muse
Release your muffled hum
Sing forbidden hymns 
To light the garden
Lyrics hold open wounds
Bleeding butterflies
Leading path
Sing a new sunrise
Monarchs melody
Enriches the soil
Tangled roots gift
Cherished harmony
Delicate petals detach
Rhythmic sways send soul signals
Rehearsed heartbeat cultivates cresendo
Nourishing bountiful harvest
A progression so infectious
Pollinators whistle through walkways
Our meadow, 
Deemed choir
Echoes our bloom

New World and Rainy Nights

Rumbling and tumbling in the kitchen
Dishes cups and a chalice, swishing 
Adding some wine  
The dog’s whitening muzzle greedy munching away
The horses chomping oats and grasses
Plopping rain drops, soggy walkways 
The home built as protection
A fence and doorway a sofa
A rainy rainy night as rocks form a river
A castle braced and built for the mind
Mother nature fights for dominion 
My small home and I fight to just abide

Snowfalls

Indigo coldness
	obscures starlight
twinkles are lost
	hidden from the sight

porch lights distant
	shining bright
flickering starbursts
	descending from the sky

crystals fragile
	in frigid air
blankets the walkways
	cold and bare

bundled deeply
	seeking warmth
visions of summer
	flow in my mind

half heard rumbles
	steel scrapes
scattering crystals
	hard and dry

rivers flow
	through the night
herding the storm
	to far away

radiant beams
	warmth away
as glittering starlight
	now appears

shines forth sunlight
	new dawning day
as endless rainbows
	spring into the view

enthalpy clings
	to sparkling light
ascending the hill
	of energy gain

crystals do slowly
	with changing state
droplets become
	and flow away

breeze slowly warming
	attacking the chill
bright blinding sunlight
	stealing away sight

Picture Frame

Bare are these walls...
I now stand before,
that were once adorned with picture frames.

The brown boxes are loaded,
and these frames of which I speak wait within.

The door frame, the frame of the home,
the borders that surround my garden,
and the walkways I meander in the mornings,
frame my memories, of a time once not bounded.

And time... the time I once had in abundance,
is now narrowed, like a punctuation that follows a thought, 
or a phrase that concludes a story...
or, a casket that encapsulates a creation.

Frames on a wall or frames buried beneath the soil...
all are painstakingly aligned in parallel for the viewing...
breathing life back to our memories... 
like some kind of voodoo.


"'Cause I'm a million miles away
And at the same time I'm right here in your picture frame."
   Thank you, Hendrix.

Cherished Reminiscences

"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."

                       Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)


             Buried deep in the coffin of my mind,
         Memories of my youth; aged like fine wine.
          I've got a few cherished ones to exhume!

I recall one chilly autumn noon running around the park 
     With the neighborhood kids, then I'd run indoors
To warm up when winds start to groan and whistle. Brrr!

   Ah, the halcyon days of summer sitting in the shade 
  Wolfing down watermelons with my best friend,  Lloyd,
    Cheering on kids playing basketball in the backyard.

      I remember one harsh winter sprinkling play sand  
     And rock salt on walkways with Dad before snowfall,
         So snow won't stick to the ground. Fun times!



Writing Challenge - Past Memories - ''T'' Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme: Past Memories
Date written: 10/19/2022

The Dream Days

Dreamy days of summer, violet petals on the wind,
Apple green forest music, too bad it will soon end,
Petals cover wild walkways, summer's just leaving,
Trees are weeping beauty, summer is just grieving.

Tangelo sun is arising, full of destiny and purpose,
Like fading seasons, always managing to resurface.
Sunlit carpet of petals, late in a pretty garden year,
Like puffy clouds, always going, until others appear.

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