#walks
Early morning walks
Through the hills and dales of Wales
Gleeful were those days.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 11:17 PM UTC
She walks, a light of endless grace,
Her soul, a mirror of sacred space.
Heaven whispers where her feet traverse, Echoing love in the universe.
The stars bow low to her serene gaze,
Her strength a hymn, her heart ablaze.
A ray of God, her spirit takes flight,
Guiding the world with her boundless light.
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 3:24 AM UTC
If I turned to you
With the moon and stars
In my eyes
Would you look back at me
With the inky night sky?
If I chased the sun
With a burning pride
Would you follow
Right behind?
If I made the trek
Up to mountainous
Peaks
Would you stay at the bottom
Or
Come with me?
If I walked down
a different
Path
Than you’ll take
Would you follow
Or stray away?
Would you
Stray
Away?
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 6:44 AM UTC
Today
With friends
We wandered up
A steep cobbled road
That was canopied by trees.
We happened to a wooded park
Where poetry was pressed into the stones.
You would have loved it there, and noticed
How the world was speaking with you.
Noticed through the air that those
Flowers my friends had
Called lavender, were
Just rosemary,
blooming.
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 8:12 AM UTC
Don’t Look Back
I shouldn't have walked home alone—
The street feels colder than I’ve known.
Footsteps echo, not just mine,
I glance behind but see no sign.
My keys shake quiet in my hand,
A voice once warned, “Don’t trust the man.”
My chest is tight, my pace is fast,
I pray each step won’t be my last.
I want to scream, but nothing comes.
My thoughts are loud, my body numb.
Please, not tonight—not like this.
I just want home. I just want peace.
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 2:09 PM UTC
My head is empty,
I think there's a hole,
Because every time I fill it up,
It all seems to go.
Did my inspirations take a walk,
Is my talent wandering?
Where are my thoughts,
One empty head,
That's all I've got.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 10:26 AM UTC
You walk backwards from the setting sun,
barefoot in the fading gold,
watching light dissolve to dusk,
no secrets left untold.
The evening wind plays with your hair,
soft as whispers never said.
I watch you moving through the light,
with every step I too tread.
The golden glow clings to your skin,
paints you in its embered hue,
a fleeting masterpiece of fire,
Your beauty bathed in red-shifting blue.
I love you in this quiet hour,
when day and night stand hand in hand.
As you walk backwards from the light,
And I watch you from where I stand.
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 4:36 AM UTC
There strolls another father,
Scrolling while his daughter
Rides her stroller as they stroll.
He really oughtn't scroll,
She's awake as they stroll;
It's a stroller, not a scroller.
The purpose of a stroll,
Is to walk and talk the prattle,
The speach that infants rattle
While strolling in their stroller.
Sing to your child,
Stroll all the while,
Hum or whistle,
Mumble……..Grumble;
But don't silently scroll on,
While strolling with the stroller.
Recall childhood rhymes, if you can,
Say the ABCs or count to ten;
Talk of little piggies and brazen toads,
Meaningful memories,
And yellow brick roads.
Enjoy your strolling.
Enjoy your scrolling.
Aug 6, 2023
Aug 6, 2023 at 5:05 PM UTC
Shoes crunch onto the trail
Between the fences
Shortcuts, one of the wonders of life
Like discovering
the taste of a marshmallow
School is ahead
People, large hulking guys
Sweet smelling women
Teachers, mostly nice
Children mainly rousing
Stir fears, challenges
Sensations like one gets
When discovering a compelling
Book at the city library
Hand-in-hand
Meeting the day
Sibling love
Even better than marshmallows
Sep 6, 2022
Sep 6, 2022 at 8:37 AM UTC
For miles the white path leads
Silent, still, crisp air
Only a slight crunch beneath feet
Too cold to be damp
Come! We will walk
And feel the stillness of snow
Jan 21, 2022
Jan 21, 2022 at 11:04 AM UTC
i would have agreed to ernest hemingway when he said that one should never go on trips with anyone one does not love, but i said otherwise starting that moment i met you. if you do not love me at the time that we've decided to go on a trip together, then lay on your back, watch me drive and drive you crazy. i'd be your chauffeur, since i am a professional driver i'd keep in mind how safe you should be with me, through the longest ride of your life i'd try hard enough to bring you delight as i fold down the roof of our cabriolet. the cold breezy wind would hit your smooth face, thus windy it would make your hair sway along with it. i'll let you feel macrocosm and hope that you'd know that my love for you is nature-like, we'd grow, then find peace with each other and if destructions hit us, we will heal afterwards we'd find our way back to each other's arm.
i am the one to maneuver the ship we'll use on our sojourn in this fantasy, with high hopes that someday we'd have our longest voyage but we are together evermore. i'd like to be your high-grade licensed mariner until our ship ends sail; but as we embark on this new journey, pardon me for i will wish upon all the heavenly bodies above us. i'd whisper to them if that's what i have to do just to make you love me. i am not certain if you'd swing your body along with the wave of the open sea, so i as your captain, i'd move you back and forth, to oscillate you like a pendulum enjoying the moment. and so, i'll dance with you until my sea-like love for you, be reciprocated with your ocean-like one.
but if us will never happen, tell me. on our way, i am fully aware that we will encounter an iceberg that may cause our ship to sink, or a limestone rock that would cause us to trip–make us stumble and fall on our knees. when our trip ends, that is the time we can say if you love me or you still don't. for a moment, i'll kiss you passionately if you would let me. and i'll drive you back home, so you could finally rest after our tiresome travel. maybe, it came too foolish to travel with someone you don't love, but isn't it where all of it starts? isn't there this need to explore just to find out? if you change your mind, call me. when you find out that you already love me, hit me up. we'll fuel this love, until our end and until the day all the machines be disconnected from our bodies. because my love for you is endless, and my heart hopes that this journey of lifetime would make you love me as well.
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
walk with me, my cherish.....the
shoreline beckons, as our feet
leave hot sand
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 9:24 AM UTC
laying in a bed of wild flowers in a clearing in a wood
calms me
a gentle breeze brings the scent of the flowers
cleansing me
the silent sound of the wood
awakens me
and a flap of a bird, the cry of an animal
heightens me
sunlight breaks through the leaves to
enlighten me
and peace washes
over me
THEN the music from my phone
disturbs me
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 5:49 AM UTC
I don’t want what other girls want.
I don’t need what other girls need.
I need music to dance too,
a roaring fire,
good whiskey and someone to share it with.
I need solitude and sunshine.
I need walks in the rain,
and a comfy sweater.
I need a hand to hold,
deep kisses hugs to get lost in,
I want someone that handles the bold side of me.
I need to write and to read.
I want a love to get lost in.
I need to run wild and free.
But more than anything
I need someone that loves all of me.
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 8:21 PM UTC
You remember the time at the beach,
I remember the long walk we took,
You remember the coffee we drank,
I remember you wiping off the smudge,
You remember the day we met,
I remember the way you saw me,
You remember the joke I made the other day,
I remember the way you laughed,
You remember the day you hold my hand for the first time,
I remember the warmth it spread,
You remember the the gift I gave you,
I remember the shine in your eyes,
You remember all the moments we spend,
I remember 'us' every time in them.
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 12:24 AM UTC
#*I long, for long walks
When the moon faintly smiles
And the sun begins to shine
The birds in the trees
And the early morning breeze
Together greet
Empty streets
Alone*#
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 3:26 PM UTC
There was an old poet named Mark
Who loved to steal walks in the park.
One day he was frightened,
A big dog did bite him.
He does nothing more on a lark.
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 10:56 PM UTC
walking in a dark forest
Leaves crunch beneath my boots
the only sounds come from snapped twigs and fidgeting bodies
Along the tree line are staring eyes
People shifting occaisionly, not speaking
Just staring
They don’t break eye contact
Not once
I keep walking, holding myself tightly
Walking towards a light, but every step I take,
the more the staring gets to me
I try to ignore but then the whispering starts
And suddenly I’m getting chills
their eyes are cutting into me
Now I’m running
Crunching leaf sounds are behind me
As the whispering becomes defeaning
Covering, covering my ears
tears mix with grime
Breathing heavy
sprinting away from the whispers
Finding myself on smooth pavement
Heart beating rapidly but the whispers have stopped
Collapse onto the ground
in a pile of tears
But the stares are still there
just at the edge of the woods
Watching, emotionless.
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 11:06 AM UTC
If only this dog could talk,
We'd chat as we went for walks,
Indeed, what would a dog say?
"Hello tree, how are you today?"
"Hello, each blade of grass,
Hope this walk's not my last."
"Hello, cute little poodle,
Puppies we could have oodles!"
But what would a poodle say?
"Just keep on walking, on your way!"
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 4:14 PM UTC
Lets just walk a mile
for a while
not thinking
about where to go
all the places
I stroll with your
hand in mine
would be our destination.
©ladywithpen
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 11:21 AM UTC
Today's Haiku
Early morning walks,
Wake up the soul of the world.
Has yours awoken?
Brian Hill - 2019 February
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 9:25 AM UTC