walking with a staff by Raj Arumugam
walking with a staff by Raj Arumugam I did not want the courts and the life of the cities and I did not want the struggle but I did not leave – perhaps it was me that saw the tension but could not come into integrity and put the blame on duty, care and responsibility […]
a walk in the forest by Raj Arumugam
a walk in the forest by Raj Arumugam the forest takes one for a quiet walk in the morning; of oneself and the solitude and the path and the trees and the air and the stillness and the undefined sunlight; a moment of lightness, an instant of calm; did one come from the walk? Poetry […]
WALKING TOELESS by Satish Verma
Stone by stone you kill me. Petal by petal I die – holding a scalpel to unwrite my name. Violence erupts among words. A temple breaks. O goddess! don’t cry beyond silence. The infant’s milk spills in darkness. Antiquity raises a wall around the mother. I am vanishing now, freezing my assets. Satish Verma Poetry In Englishwww.poetry.monster
WALKING INTO YOU by Satish Verma
Tonight the nectar will be spread to tame a random tormentor. Black and white, I never saw my father weeping. Lonely he was. I am my own creation today weather beaten. Confession to – confession, unread. When the- storm was tethered, there was flooding and neck deep- you were in tears. Am cannibalizing my own poems, to write a new line. It was a midnight […]
Walking The Marshland by Stephen Dunn
Walking The Marshland by Stephen Dunn It was no place for the faithless, so I felt a little odd walking the marshland with my daughters, Canada geese all around and the blue herons just standing there; safe, and the abundance of swans. The girls liked saying the words, gosling, egret, whooping crane, and they liked […]
Walk with Me by Tammy L Ames
take a little walk with me a journey built for two and share with me the steps you took that led you to be you talk to me of onions the layers and the tears the sweet relief of sharing grief that bade you drink for years take a little walk with me so i’ll […]
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How I Walked Alone in the Jungles of Heaven by Vachel Lindsay
Oh, once I walked in Heaven, all alone Upon the sacred cliffs above the sky. God and the angels, and the gleaming saints Had journeyed out into the stars to die. They had gone forth to win far citizens, Bought at great price, bring happiness for all: By such a harvest make a holier town […]
How I Walked Alone in the Jungles of Heaven by Vachel Lindsay
Oh, once I walked in Heaven, all alone Upon the sacred cliffs above the sky. God and the angels, and the gleaming saints Had journeyed out into the stars to die. They had gone forth to win far citizens, Bought at great price, bring happiness for all: By such a harvest make a holier town […]
Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight by Vachel Lindsay
In Springfield, Illinois IT is portentious, and a thing of state That here at midnight, in our little town A mourning figure walks, and will not rest, Near the old court-house, pacing up and down. Or by his homestead, or by shadowed yards He lingers where his children used to play, Or through the market, […]
Walking Wounded by Vernon Scannell
A mammoth morning moved grey flanks and groaned. In the rusty hedges pale rags of mist hung; The gruel of mud and leaves in the mauled lane Smelled sweet, like blood. Birds had died or flown, Their green and silent attics sprouting now With branches of leafed steel, hiding round eyes And ripe grenades ready […]
As I Walked Out One Evening by W. H. Auden
As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the brimming river I heard a lover sing Under an arch of the railway: ‘Love has no ending. ‘I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you Till China and Africa meet, And the […]
A Walk After Dark by W H Auden
A cloudless night like this Can set the spirit soaring: After a tiring day The clockwork spectacle is Impressive in a slightly boring Eighteenth-century way. It soothed adolescence a lot To meet so shameless a stare; The things I did could not Be so shocking as they said If that would still be there After […]
As I Walk These Broad, Majestic Days. by Walt Whitman
AS I walk these broad, majestic days of peace, (For the war, the struggle of blood finish’d, wherein, O terrific Ideal! Against vast odds, having gloriously won, Now thou stridest on—yet perhaps in time toward denser wars, Perhaps to engage in time in still more dreadful contests, dangers, Longer campaigns and crises, labors beyond all […]
Whitsuntide An’ Club Walken by William Barnes
Ees, last Whit-Monday, I an’ Meäry Got up betimes to mind the deäiry; An’ gi’ed the milkèn païls a scrub, An’ dress’d, an’ went to zee the club. Vor up at public-house, by ten O’clock the pleäce wer vull o’ men, A-dress’d to goo to church, an’ dine, An’ walk about the pleäce in line. […]
Married Peäir’s Love Walk by William Barnes
Come let’s goo down the grove to-night; The moon is up, ’tis all so light As day, an’ win’ do blow enough To sheäke the leaves, but tiddèn rough. Come, Esther, teäke, vor wold time’s seäke, Your hooded cloke, that’s on the pin, An’ wrap up warm, an’ teäke my eärm, You’ll vind it better […]
To A Young Lady Who Had Been Reproached For Taking Long Walks In The Country by William Wordsworth
DEAR Child of Nature, let them rail! –There is a nest in a green dale, A harbour and a hold; Where thou, a Wife and Friend, shalt see Thy own heart-stirring days, and be A light to young and old. There, healthy as a shepherd boy, And treading among flowers of joy Which at no […]
An Evening Walk by William Wordsworth
Addressed To A Young Lady FAR from my dearest Friend, ’tis mine to rove Through bare grey dell, high wood, and pastoral cove; Where Derwent rests, and listens to the roar That stuns the tremulous cliffs of high Lodore; Where peace to Grasmere’s lonely island leads, To willowy hedge-rows, and to emerald meads; Leads to […]