#walking poems on Hello Poetry

Owen Jun 2020

It's that time again,
between sunset and the dawn.
That time when I pace across
this city of goodbyes.
Songs of sadness
in my head.
Letting this weight on my shoulders
sink to the soles
of my feet
passing to earth
behind me,
so that once I return
I can pretend
till it's dusk again.

Every night, I let the hurt out while I walk, and I'm ready for tomorrow. I have to be.

#walking #thoughts #coping #sadness

Mahdi Dn Aug 2020

A Walking Disease

A beating heart, a dream
A dying soul, shedding tear
Fueled with anger, blasphemes
A cast out, breeding hate
Not against man, not against God
Just a selfless strife
On the ways of man and the ways of God

Death is just one breath away,
While living far from lies,
True to self, and the others' lives
Vision so bright, invisible to man
But to this product,
Of blind hatred.

"Omnia mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis;
Tempora mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis."

Eater of Gods, this creature will be
The tortured, tolerator of pain
All his dreams gone, dead in vain
Yet breathing, to take your breath away
Not to avenge, but to clear
All the fake that is in us.

Lyrics to the song with the same title by Chaos Descent, released in 2016
Written by Mahdi Monstrosity Dn

#chaos #descent #walking #disease #*** #new #clear #dawn #death #monstrosity

Jay M May 2020

The Insanity of Current Humanity

People cautiously walking the sidewalks
Masks of all sorts over their faces
Cover the mouth, cover the nose
Keep away, far away
Heed the warnings, as they say;

Stay 6 feet away,
Cover your mouth,
Cover your face
This is no way to live
But to survive
Or before you know it
You're already dead...

People shuffling past
Lift up their head
Groan as they stand in last
Hoping not to rot in their place

Once inside, they took what they could
Doesn't mean that they should
Only to leave others with scraps
Like kids playing with bottle caps

Finally, signs saying to take less
Ease a bit of that good ol' stress
Save it for the lines of insanity
And all that is left of humanity

Walk the streets, get outside
For the time you can, no longer hide
Return soon to thy shelters
Keep busy, maybe become painters

Walk along the ocean shore
Then return home, what a bore
Paint the barren sands,
Once with so many people, holding hands
Now with little to none
Go home and be done

Scarcely utter a word
To those on the street
But over the phone, loud as a bird
In conversation, the shuffling of feet

Open slow, the lesser things
Whilst still some folks are getting wings
Soon enough, renew the world
Let it all come unfurled
Only to consume us all once more
Just like before.

- Jay M
May 20th, 2020

The purpose of this poem is to display the current state of the world, and leaders attempt to slowly bring things back to some semblance of normalcy.

#walking #faces #masks #current #humanity #insanity #caution #quarantine

Roger Turner - Poet May 2020

the wind, it calls my name

They say don't go out walking
in the woods nearby
You'll reach a point where it's so dark
You can not see the sky
It doesn't matter much to me
And here's the reason why
I listen to the wind out there
It speaks to me on high

One wrong turn and you'll be lost
They tell me, still I go
I know where I'm heading
The wind it tells me so
I listen to the wind out there
It say's I'm glad you came
The wind and I are such old friends
The wind it calls my name

Elemental friendship
From another time
Silent Conversation
No words, just thoughts in rhyme

Snowy winter afternoons
out walking all alone
Making trails for no one else but me
I listen to the tree and how they groan
The wind it makes them talk some
Not one tree sounds the same
The wind and I are such old friends
The wind it calls my name

The darkness closes in so fast
The winter days are short
Walking on in silence
Like a library or court
The wind says night is coming
Go back from whence I came
The wind and I are such old friends
The wind it calls my name

Elemental friendship
From another time
Silent Conversation
No words, just thoughts in rhyme

#wind #name #nature #walking #elements #silence #woods #walk #friendship #trees

Tangerine May 2020

𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓸𝓻

𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃,
𝓉𝒽𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔,
𝓇𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝓎.
𝑅𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓁.
𝒜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔,
𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃.
-𝒯𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹 (𝟧𝑀𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈)

𝐹𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝒾𝓇,
𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓈𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝓎,
𝒯𝑒𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝓎?
𝒪𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓈, 𝒶 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹.
𝒯𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇'𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝑒𝓎𝑒.
-𝐸𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝑅𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇 (𝟥𝟤 𝑀𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈)

𝐸𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓈,
𝐿𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎,
𝐵𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓇𝓎,
𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓊𝑔𝒶𝓇 𝓅𝓁𝓊𝓂 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎.
𝐼𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒,
𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝓃𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓃𝑜𝓉𝓉𝓎,
𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑔𝑔𝑒𝓇-𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎.
(𝓎𝑒𝓁𝓅𝓈)
-𝑀𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓈 (𝟦𝟣 𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈)

I found these poems while I'm going through my posts in Nerd Fitness. This was when I started completing steps on the app, Walk to Mordor and I wrote poems when the mood strikes me after reaching a destination.

#walking #exercise #lordoftherings #feelinglikeahobbit

Poetic T May 2020

A New Man, Old Steps

I was always moving around,
a step that stops isn't
meant to be moving anymore.
               Well I'm always being told.
So I carry on walking.

But in my line of
work, I'm on the road
more often than I'm not.
                    And some times I'm
in places just mere hours.

Could I stay, would I
want to ever settle down,
don't know really, I sigh.
If I were to quit
            my day job, I laugh..

Go on as you mean
to, tread faster than
the foot behind you.
I'm always on my toes,
          A trail of breadcrumbs.

That's all I leave them.
        Wish you were here's,
wrote in blooded pride.
       Silent but deadly, leaving odours.
A new man walks in pride..

#555 #serialkiller #walking #new #laugh #sigh #pride

Alek Mielnikow Apr 2020

Ears to the Field, Eyes to the Farm

My palms in my pockets jingle
the keys to my cave as I make
my way to wherever I’m going.
My legs propel me, and my feet
dodge cast-off gum and dog dung.

And on my head rests a fishbowl.

An extra load on my skull,
but I don’t mind. I rather
like this bowl. It gives me
a barrier, and though thin,
the glass has yet to crack.

I hear my voice resound,
bouncing around the tiny
space, and I smell my breath,
minty fresh and foggy, and
through the fog the world and
its creatures are phantoms.

When I’m addressed, it’s like
floating in frigid freshwater
as they call for me from
the sheet of ice above.
They suspect I’ve lost
my soul in the fishbowl,
yet as year after year
goes by, I feel just fine.

I am an astronaut taking
a space walk, drifting around
and watching the universe
unfold under a sheet of glass.

And when I close my eyes,
I am in a womb, or a coffin,
and I often can’t tell the
difference, nor find much
of a reason to tell.

-
by Aleksander Mielnikow

If you want to hear me read this poem aloud, check out my Instagram @alekthepoet !

#fishbowl #walking #floating #escape #naivety #ignoring #solace #peace #echo #drifting

دema flutter Apr 2020

seventeen

For then a lost wanderer approaches ,
locks his hand in mine,
and as he trembles in nerves,
he promises to save me
from anything
and
everything.

#cute #crush #teenagelove #walking #romance #hand #saveme #everything #nervous

Dave Robertson Apr 2020

Alone together

Walking
like the hardest game
of hide and seek
I’ve ever played

On the whole,
I love my fellow man
but the walk was the thing
away
that kept the humours balanced

So if I know you
and our paths cross out
don’t be offended if I doff
and move on

Unless you are a bumblebee
or the trill of a spring visitor
you aren’t what I’m looking for,
for now

#walk #walking #people #alone #time

Zoe Grace Apr 2020

:')

Is anybody else
Getting dragged out for walks
Like a dog?
The whole family comes.

"Mum I have homework"
"You have to be active"
"We're in quarantine"
"I don't give a ****, get up!"

Isolation ***** i don't like it

#coronavirus #corona #covid19 #isolation #selfdistancing #idontlikeit #walking