#path poems on Hello Poetry

Megan Edwards May 2020

I step across the lily pond making my way
Each stone wobbles as I balance my weight
Left.
Right.
I seem to move
Trying to decide the correct thing to do

Each stone takes me on a different path
The bank moves closer as I balance on the stones.
The water gushes taunting me like a laugh
As I move onto this stone alone.

The stones start to vanish, the bank fades away
It's just me now, me. Myself.
I look for a stone as the oxygen leaves like the day
The water comes, I have nothing left to say.

I reach for the bank, a hand appears.
The grip is warm, the grip is kind.
The support I needed, the support brings me to tears
This hand, is my saving find.

#life #happiness #sadness #stress #path #metaphors #journey

Dr Xijuan Angel Liao May 2020

Choice or path

Hey, why can you hear and not see?
When the sun stopped by a locked window

If there was a choice in the way we could chant
To the way we strut on our feet.

If there were choices how we touch,
To beyond our dreams.

If there was a choice in the ways we meet,
And how we leave behind the people we greet.

She sees there is a choice in their actions,
intentionally, the way they react to
over reactions.

There is a choice in the way we treat,
Important not to repeat in the
Explosions which create disease and confusion

If there was a choice in how we raise our
Voice,
To apologies and resent for the
White noise that were not meant.

If there was a choice to be free,
To move away from ever going
Tragedies.

We knew the choices where we can leave,
To create a life to breathe,
Out of moon, No shadows but shine.

As you knew her choice
Unreasonable demand, will
Not to be dictated forever by
Demoralizing,
our secret happy path

By Angel.XJ / 24/05/2020;
Hong Kong protesters flee tear gas during rally against China's draft security law

#tear #gas #diseases #happy #path

Fiona May 2020

The Path

She walks a path with one eye open
She follows a path with one eye closed
Connecting the strings that float around
Like caterpillars
Dangling
From trees
Squirming on their silk
She crawls underneath them
Un-wanting to not disturb the dance
Until she smells the wildflowers.
The other eye closes
Still crawling the path
Luckily,
The bugs have warn it down enough
To follow with her hands and nose.
When she felt the wildflowers on her face
She opened that eye
Excitedly she pealed open the other.
When she heard nothing
She was amazed
In the distance she could see waves crashing through the wildflowers
Once again her world was absent of light.
This time she held her breath.
She laid in those wildflowers
For a long time.
So long her fingers and toes sprouted roots pulling her deep inside the soil,
Grounding her.

Inspired by Wild Flower, this is Fiona's re-imagined version, 1 of 2.

#path #crawl #woods #trees #bugs #caterpillars #surreal #wave #wildflower #flowers

old willow May 2020

Fate is a thread

Fate is a thread,
the breadcrumbs that never fades.
Sometimes, it's best to relaxed,
let that thread guides you.
Only fate knows where the thread ends,
you are simply a visitor guided by its invitation.

#fate #trail #path #journey #unknown #time #thread

Steve Page May 2020

In the Spring

In the Spring, when kings go off to war,
when last year's battles are rejoined
and daughters lose their fathers to the egos of man

In the Spring, when dormant vegetation raises its head,
when bulbs reveal the colour within
and pollination can work its propagating wonders

In the Spring when frost gives way to dew
and the air warms in the sun,

- it is in the Spring that I renew my allegiance to my creator God
and look to him, and to his Son, for my path.

I know it's a little late, but its heart felt.

#war #purpose #battle #path

old willow May 2020

Fish in a net

The heaven is far,
Yet the earth is naught.
Standing at the edge of the world
To witness the heaven and earth;
The earth is an immovable bed,
Yet heaven is a boundless net.
Alas, where my path goes,
Heaven's gaze is there.
Where my foot tread,
Earth is there.
I am simply a fish caught in a net...

#heaven #earth #net #path #travel #boundless #far #world

George Krokos May 2020

Life's Separate Ways

Ah, dear old friend you see now the outcome!
It seems a burden our friendship had become.
Those unforeseen circumstances were to blame
and so had changed all the nature of our game.

The memorable times we both spent together
were a joy to the heart in spite of the weather;
we laughed, sang and even drank some wine
to all appearances everything was going fine.

But then, in just a few moments, now it seems
our relationship turned sour as in bad dreams;
what should've been only a momentary pause
developed into a rift of an unfathomable cause.

Some dormant impressions were re-awakened
of a past life once lived but unfairly straitened;
in those idyllic years towards the prime of life
when most people are set on a husband or wife.

We came across a fork on the road we travelled
that branched in different ways to be unravelled.
The longer we each walked on our separate path
increased the distance between us and aftermath.

A friendship that's mainly based on give and take
could not forever last; as it is found to be a fake.
It needs to be established on a solid foundation
regardless of what's to each other's expectation.

There are times when we should forgive and forget
each other's shortcomings based on mutual respect
and when a person is awakened to a higher calling
doing otherwise is to that person's destiny stalling.
______

Written March, 2020

#life #friendship #memories #relationship #separateways #forkintheroad #path #destiny

James May 2020

Going Where the Wind Blows

A life of serpentine-driven fate,
a flow of undulating winds,
is a life left in desuetude
ululating for a course more driven.

#wind #life #path #ambition #purpose #character