And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.
quote by Walt Whitman
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Soul Less
And he walks soul less.
the past dark and endless.
skeltons we all have.
his always whispering.
And he walks soul less.
Grass green, but he cant smell it.
sky blue but he cant see it
life wonderess. but he has forgotten.
And he walks soul less.
Towards a destiny he cant avoid
a destiny he fears he created.
a destiny paid for in spades.
And he walks soul less
Scared, broken, unloved, shamed.
the ground all his eyes now ponder.
a man in body only.
And he walks soul less
poem by Vincent Armone
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Barman
Bar man walks up
Chews
puts something behind the bar
a pen -still- behind his ear
walks back
He bends down
comes up with a bottle
flips it
walks round a corner
poem by Michael Oliver
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Ceiling
he walks down
and i walk up
he walks down
and i walk up
he walks down
and i walk up
we look into each
other and that's
just what we do
everyday
poor me
when am i induced
to be another
racist
he walks down
and i walk up
he walks down
and i walk u
that's what we do
day after day
letting our eyes
do the poor talking
whose fault?
whose fault?
i keep asking
the ceiling
in the nights
why why why?
i ask the ceiling
the answer comes
back in an overhanging
overbearing wordliness
the ceiling
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A Man Walks Slowly/ When He Has Nowhere Special To Go
A man walks slowly
When he has nowhere special to go-
A man walks slowly
And has the time to look around
The flowers, the trees,
His own memories his dreams-
He walks slowly
And enjoys his walking-
Who knows how much longer
He will be able to go on walking?
He walks slowsly
He has nowhere special to go-
He enjoys the morning light
He is at home with the world and happy-
He walks slowly
And is at home wherever he goes-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Walks in the Rain
My walks in the rain
Have meaning
Its quite
Soothing
Relaxful
My walks in the rain
Are meant for only me
I walk in the puddles
And wish for things i want
My walks in the rain
Are special to me
No other i know
Enjoys the meaning of them
My walks in the rain
Are only for me
poem by Joelstine Gonzaga
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Jesus At Midnight
Jesus walks at Sunrise,
I wrote that once before
Through the clouds in his shroud
With tears, in his eyes.
For He stands, still searching
For the beauty that He made
But now it is gone, forever gone
For now it is Mans waste.
Jesus walks at Sunrise,
To survey the things He knew
But gone are the trees,
And the grass so green
And the peace, that once did soothe;
For the beautiful land that GOD made
It has all been erased,
And the sky above, which flew his dove
Is now filled, with Mans waste.
Jesus walks at Sunrise,
I wrote that once before
As though to be proud,
Of the beauty he brought out
As creator, and maker of our World.
He came to see His mountains
And His rivers and oceans so blue
The land so green, and air so clean
And watch the Eagles as they flew.
Jesus walks at Sunrise,
I wonder what does He see
The hate all around, and Mans ugly sound
From all of mans own disease.
But now Jesus's beauty is gone
Revealed through GOD's own sunlight,
And that I won't deny
And a tear for man I will cry,
For now Jesus, walks at midnight.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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From the biography of an unknown woman: II
She has chosen no path
She's simply put on one
Hazardous and full of
Pitfalls
Avalanches
Landslides
Tre nches
Pebbles and
Boulders too
Yet she walks on
Like a little girl on a treasure hunt
Still expecting to find a treasure
And
She walks on with cuts and bruises
Like a walking raw wound
She patiently walks on...
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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She Walks...
She walks in beauty in my Dreams
She dances across the shadows of my mind
As the moonlight beams
Upon two souls entwined
All through the day and into the night
She walks in beauty in my dreams
In my memory, I hold her tight
Safe in my arms, sheltered from the screams
In the shadows my mind does teem
My thoughts my dreams, she does invade
She walks in beauty in my dreams
Across my heart in an endless parade
Love cascading, exploding in a brilliant flare
Flowing like a mountain stream
Until I am left with my dreams and where
She walks in beauty in my dreams
JPM 2/11/2008
Winterlight
Winter-light
No one walks on the old road anymore, not even on a day
when almond trees are in bloom. Blue weed and thorny
bushes are shooting through, one day the road will be out
of sight. It leads to a ruin of a house, doors and windows
long since stolen, a door frame made of carved stone too;
half the roof has caved in. A vagabond lived in the ruin for
a time, till gruff voices told him to get lost. I saw him slowly
fade away, erased by shimmering winter light.
He must have walked long was found in a grotto, seeking
shelter from the rain. Three days dead, they said. No saintly
women came, cleansed and wrap his tired body in a shroud.
Funeral at five witnessed by a pale functionary of the state.
Church bells didn’t toll. No one walks on the old road
anymore, not since the bushes grew eagle’s talons and a boa
constrictor took abode in the ruin.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Remembering Adam!
No cure seems to work.
Between absurd and wise,
Lone he walks.
It is a note on the timidness
of a star, which couldn’t come near the earth.
On the slope of a crater, a boulder
stopped it.
No laughter seems to amuse him,
sullen and depressed,
lone he walks.
Genes take a giant leap,
he could not break the fall.
Brick by brick the fort crumbles,
a black halo fills the canvas.
Now carnations will not bloom,
and time will die with the clocks.
Lone he walks.
Duplicity was the word or tragedy,
Transparency got mutilated.
some of the sufferings could not come to the surface.
Both waves and boat collapsed,
Lone he walks.
poem by Satish Verma
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The False Repentance
She walks around in misery
She walks around in pain
She walks around—making me go insane
Believing she has
Rights?
Believing she can she have
Ambitions?
Believing she can walk alone
any one of these nights?
What Nonsense
What Rubbish
…What a thought— that makes me tense
The power in her swaying hips
My power in my voice
The power in her pouted lips
No need there be
for any opportunity of choice
Happy Endings
Time does tell
That even if they say so
Shed be the one that would know
That I did do what Ive done
And i, I wouldnt call it cheating
Id just say I was leading her on
Why walk while I run a-way
You- you ask me what went wrong
Me- Ill write you this last song
Please- just tell me one way we can win
One- more thing before I go
Two- the one who loves me so
Three- dont make me count to three again
Happy endings
Just what did you do, if youre a dream then come true
Stop pretending
That what you mean isnt what you say
Hopeful dreaming,
Of times before the pain, wishing it was still the same
Loving, leaving
Round and round and round we go again
Walks a-lone, have often lead to thinking
My love for you is sinking to what seems an all time low
Or high, the limits never ending,
And dont you know Im sending
Theres no venture I wont go
For you
She walks away, she talks away
She walks away
She walks away, she talks away
Away, away...
song performed by by All American Rejects
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A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.
quote by Walter Winchell
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A friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.
quote by Walter Winchell
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Who walks the fastest, but walks astray, is only furthest from his way.
quote by Matthew Prior
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A Man Walks Slowly To His Own Grave
A man walks slowly to his own grave
And whether he stops or runs,
A man walks slowly to his own grave
wherever he is,
whatever he does,
A man walks surely to his own grave.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Love Walks In
Touch some holy water
Confess your sins again
Cross yourself with imperfection
Break the rules - amend
Pick up the pieces
Hold them tight
now you feel redeemed
Try to take a step outside
Do what you disbelieve
[Chorus:]
Love walks in
Looking so devout
Love walks in
You walk out
Build a shrine, break down a wall
Run till you can't stop
On your knees inside your head
Your sanctuary now
[Chorus]
I don't know what you want
I don't know what you need
Tell me what you want
Speak to me, speak to me
Tangled up in disillusion
Swept up inthe flood
Drowning in uncertainty
No message from above
[Chorus]
Love walks in
Your world stats to fall apart
Love walks in
You walk out
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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No Better way
He used to sandpaper the tips
of his fingers until they
caught no silk.
He brushed his teeth,
then he combed his hair,
parted it on the wrong side.
Forty-five years
and three hundred and sixty days
he still has no better ways
to say, 'I love you'.
He goes for walks around the pasture
by the pond and up the bank
and past the dead pine tree
struck by lightning
whose branches have fallen off
and lay around the ground
He walks by without a sound
wishing he could walk on and on.
His soul walks by without a sound.
poem by Midnights Voice
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A friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.