Walkways Poems - Poems about Walkways

Petals, Once Velvet to My Touch

...
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...

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.

Mar...

I am

...“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...

Yet

...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...

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 sl...

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 litt...

Passed The Bell

...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...

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...

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, ...

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 shad...

Spring, the mischievous libertine

...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...

Concrete

...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...

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
...

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 sunligh...

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