"trekker" poems - Hello Poetry

Wizard - Caster Forest - Dweller Mountain - Trekker Dragon - Slayer Priestess - Curer Damsel - Dreamer Hostage - Tracker Pendant - Stealer

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Mar 30, 2021

Mar 30, 2021 at 11:50 AM UTC

joshuareecewylie

Fleeting Fantasy

Wizard - Caster Forest - Dweller Mountain - Trekker Dragon - Slayer Priestess - Curer Damsel - Dreamer Hostage - Tracker Pendant - Stealer

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Stand firm young explorer, our reality is before your eyes. The path of least resistance comes and goes with the reading of the signs. Do not reach beyond their grasp dear astronaut, for you can only hold what you must. And your disinclined stance may start to sway, towards a book of spiritual trust. A compass of lost translation, which has been tattered by the evolution of our time. Sown together by imperfect hands and tongues, of the righteously divine. Or instead you stumble towards numbered texts and the collection of mans thoughts. Classified, organized, and defined in complex logical knots. A thorn bush of intricate perceptions of our multifaceted human condition, subjected to nothing more than our screaming birth and our timely decomposition. But fear not my naive trekker, for the decision is yours to hold. Either with nail in hand or the hammer made ready, may your heart be ever so bold. And though the philosophical plates of these worlds seem to diverge from once connected fates, the heavens you come to find as a result may be behind different gates. Only you hold the key to open your ever changing mind, one carved by humble carpenter hand or molded by mankind. So step lively youthful sailor for the winds are at your back, and the house from which you build your truth comes of brick or with cross-bared plaque. Worry not of your inaction little voyager, for the world will not react. The world remains in constant motion, and will force you to interact. Whether several days of creation must pass or a bang of creative juice, it is you who must chose to dive in the water or walk above man’s made truth. So good luck my inexperienced hiker as the waves of decision roll in. May the solace you find in the choices you make be without regrettable sin. I pray the stars you look to at night point you toward your goal, and that you find a balanced understanding of the earth and your spiritual soul.

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Mar 18, 2014

Mar 18, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC

daniel-regan

Conflicting Perspectives? 3-18-2014

Stand firm young explorer, our reality is before your eyes. The path of least resistance comes and goes with the reading of the signs. Do not reach beyond their grasp dear astronaut, for you can only hold what you must. And your disinclined stance may start to sway, towards a book of spiritual trust. A compass of lost translation, which has been tattered by the evolution of our time. Sown together by imperfect hands and tongues, of the righteously divine. Or instead you stumble towards numbered texts and the collection of mans thoughts. Classified, organized, and defined in complex logical knots. A thorn bush of intricate perceptions of our multifaceted human condition, subjected to nothing more than our screaming birth and our timely decomposition. But fear not my naive trekker, for the decision is yours to hold. Either with nail in hand or the hammer made ready, may your heart be ever so bold. And though the philosophical plates of these worlds seem to diverge from once connected fates, the heavens you come to find as a result may be behind different gates. Only you hold the key to open your ever changing mind, one carved by humble carpenter hand or molded by mankind. So step lively youthful sailor for the winds are at your back, and the house from which you build your truth comes of brick or with cross-bared plaque. Worry not of your inaction little voyager, for the world will not react. The world remains in constant motion, and will force you to interact. Whether several days of creation must pass or a bang of creative juice, it is you who must chose to dive in the water or walk above man’s made truth. So good luck my inexperienced hiker as the waves of decision roll in. May the solace you find in the choices you make be without regrettable sin. I pray the stars you look to at night point you toward your goal, and that you find a balanced understanding of the earth and your spiritual soul.

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I've been through this before But Its ok i know i will endure I've walked through it over and over I've created a worn footpath like a constant trekker With my eyes closed i can navigate the heartache I know when the pain will overtake I know precisely when my chest will burn Exactly when the tears will return But i'm now excellent at stifling the sobs I know the perfect position to curl up and stop the throbs I am perfect at stretching my lips into that smile The precise tone of 'i'm OK' always in line More than that i now know how to overcome Because my love is way to strong to be undone My roots run deep That ordinary storms now can't rip Sand storms don't scare me I'm no spring rose you see I'm a dessert **** Come rain come shine i'll always keep

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May 20, 2017

May 20, 2017 at 10:22 AM UTC

mariya-sidi

Desert ****

I've been through this before But Its ok i know i will endure I've walked through it over and over I've created a worn footpath like a constant trekker With my eyes closed i can navigate the heartache I know when the pain will overtake I know precisely when my chest will burn Exactly when the tears will return But i'm now excellent at stifling the sobs I know the perfect position to curl up and stop the throbs I am perfect at stretching my lips into that smile The precise tone of 'i'm OK' always in line More than that i now know how to overcome Because my love is way to strong to be undone My roots run deep That ordinary storms now can't rip Sand storms don't scare me I'm no spring rose you see I'm a dessert **** Come rain come shine i'll always keep

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