Walking Poems
I Just Kept Walking
by Md. Kausar Uddin Ahmed
I didn’t make much noise.
Didn’t keep score.
Didn’t ask the world to pause
While I stitched my wounds.
I just kept walking,
Step after step,
Between faith and fatigue.
Worries came,
As they always do.
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Walk
by Jupiters Angel
I walk far and long
to see the waves stop the clock.
I walk to find the answers that time forgot
to release the flow of emotional neglect
to sooth over the past regret.
I walk the talk
If I could write with chalk
shadows would not stalk.
Even when I stop
my mind is far ahead
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Listening To The Shadows
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Shadows in the park...
Must be a sunny day...
Always wearing black...
Never having much to say...
Shadows never laugh...
They never, ever cry...
Sometimes they disappear...
If the suns not shining in the sky...
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Marching
by Sir Lewis Morris
ONCE, and once again,
From the thick crowd of men,
Loud toil and high endeavour,
There comes a secret sound,
Where the thinkers stand around,
And sometimes 'tis 'For ever,'
Sometimes 'Never.'
Always that ceaseless throng
Has filed those paths along,
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Walkie Talkie
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sunset spill,
Evening thrill,
Serenade,
Creeping shade,
Summer stroll,
Frog on bole,
Moonlit trees,
Pleasant breeze,
Hoot owl hour,
Rose power,
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Walk
by Jupiters Angel
I walk far and long
to see the waves stop the clock.
I walk to find the answers that time forgot
to release the flow of emotional neglect
to sooth over the past regret.
I walk the talk
If I could write with chalk
shadows would not stalk.
Even when I stop
my mind is far ahead
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I Just Kept Walking
by Md. Kausar Uddin Ahmed
I didn’t make much noise.
Didn’t keep score.
Didn’t ask the world to pause
While I stitched my wounds.
I just kept walking,
Step after step,
Between faith and fatigue.
Worries came,
As they always do.
......
Harewood Estate.
by Laurence Argyll Simon Noond
Harewood estate lays beyond the stile,
Field upon green field mile after mile.
Blue Chicory swaying in the tall grass,
Inviting you to enjoy before you pass.
The Cuckoo calling from the distant wood!
Oh! to see the elusive Cuckoo; if only I could.
The morning dew; gayly the Muntjac sprints,
Leaving a magical misty trail of silvery tints.
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"Wandering; Walking".
by Laurence Argyll Simon Noond
The morning Moon floats by
As I walk beneath a clear blue sky.
Walking through the morning dew,
Silver pearls on leather shoe.
"Wandering; Walking".
Looking down from North Hill high,
Malvern spreads out to a happy eye.
My place of birth...My place of birth,
My happy place on this old earth.
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Tracks and paths.
by Laurence Argyll Simon Noond
When time come knocking on my door
tracks and path will be no more,
"when time comes knocking on my door."
My ashes the four winds will blow
across the hills, across the snow.
Rucksack, pole and boots no more,
my legs the wind, the sun my soul,
every hill will be my goal.
Trees and rocks, gorse and grass
I may linger- I may pass.
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