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Running Wolf - Poem by Dave Alan Walker

In my dream
I dream I am you
running wolf

As you run through
the valleys of truth
I see the dew
I see the trees
as though I am you
I see through your eyes
I feel your fears
I feel your heart beating

I see indians dancing
round fires of peace
I see the fears
of what the white man brings
I see peace and harmony
and a place for me

Running wolf
one of truth
why is there a place for me

Because my light and soul
I am the reincarnation of you

Comments about Running Wolf by Dave Alan Walker

  • sam :) 3/3/2020 8:28:00 AM

    good poem
    i run track and my teacher told me to find a poem on how we feel about running so thanksss :)))

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  • Sarah Shahzad 12/23/2019 3:47:00 AM

    Wonderful, it is an amazing piece of poetry! Reply

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  • Julia Luber 6/15/2019 9:00:00 PM

    Brings me to a different place in my mind. Reply

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  • Milkyboy Galia 10/27/2018 6:02:00 PM

    Wow! just amazing sir. Reply

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  • Hossein Hajiagha 11/25/2015 10:43:00 AM

    very dancing and beautiful Reply

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  • Rahman Henry 9/6/2015 12:47:00 AM

    'Because my light and soul
    I am the reincarnation of you'... wow! how beautifully you compose the wonderful thought. I love it, dear poet.

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  • Daniel Brick 3/20/2015 1:41:00 PM

    This is a wonderful poem! It runs with power and truth, it expands the heart to embrace both that power and that
    truth. It's with humility that I acknowledge you are writing about my American society, or more precisely the indigenous part of it which is Indian, and not white. I have a great belief in the life of the land, that the ground we stand on or run over, is alive, and feeds us with its energy. You have given voice to this belief. And it may just be the redeeming force that will save us from the bleak reality you reveal in your other poem.

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  • Ma Xiaokang 3/5/2015 8:11:00 PM

    Because my light and soul
    I am the reincarnation of you

    nice one! thanks for sharing . learn from you!

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  • Kim Barney 1/15/2015 8:38:00 PM

    This is very nice poem, Dave, but I have to agree with what Leslie Philibert said. You should capitalize the proper nouns Running Wolf and Indians.
    Well written.

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  • Geetha Jayakumar 2/24/2014 12:39:00 PM

    A Beautiful poem. You have penned it very well. Loved reading each lines. Thanks for sharing with us.

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Running Poems
  1. 1. Running Wolf
    Dave Alan Walker
  2. 2. When, Like A Running Grave
    Dylan Thomas
  3. 3. Running To Paradise
    William Butler Yeats
  4. 4. A Baby Running Barefoot
    David Herbert Lawrence
  5. 5. Autumn Comes Running
    Fay Slimm
  6. 6. Running Away
    Hayley Oxborough
  7. 7. The Spring Running
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. 8. Green Fields And Running Brooks
    James Whitcomb Riley
  9. 9. Running Amok
    Nick Carbo
  10. 10. Running Race Was Over...
    Kesav Venkat Easwaran
  11. 11. (c) 35 (Life/Philosophy) Running Away?
    Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil ..
  12. 12. Running Is Not A Solution
    Bianca Free
  13. 13. Running
    Mr. Bean
  14. 14. Along A Running Train
    Indira Renganathan
  15. 15. *not Running In Fear*
    Natasha Bolling
  16. 16. Running From Death
    Wandering Scarlet
  17. 17. Running On!
    William Henry Ogilvie
  18. 18. *running Away From Love
    Lillian Susan Thomas
  19. 19. 90 Days And Running...
    Joey Habib
  20. 20. (99) Computers Running Our Lives! ! !..
    steve ray
  21. 21. Running Away
    neo riddick
  22. 22. Running Running
    Brittany Ray
  23. 23. Dr. Death Is Running For Congress
    Joe Rosochacki
  24. 24. Aint Running.
    Dislocated Heart
  25. 25. I'M Running Out Of Time
    katy allen
  26. 26. Running Backpressure
    Herbert Nehrlich
  27. 27. A Running Man; Fox & Bitter Grapes
    nimal dunuhinga
  28. 28. Running
    cameron bird
  29. 29. Running Barefoot
    Laury Perez
  30. 30. Running Girl
    Try and UnDeRStANd mE ....i ..
  31. 31. Running Deep.
    Fay Slimm
  32. 32. (((Running Out Of Bait)))
    Theodora (Theo) Onken
  33. 33. They'Re Always Running Away
    Jessica Kissner
  34. 34. A Pub Called Running Bull
    Sam Edison
  35. 35. Running The Race Of Life
    Cynthia BuhainBaello
  36. 36. Running Scared
    Amy Carmichael
  37. 37. The Busses Are Running Late
    David Darbyshire
  38. 38. Black Dog Running
    Ray Lucero
  39. 39. Haiku - Running For Their Lives
    john tiong chunghoo
  40. 40. Start Running
    Ted Sheridan
  41. 41. I Am Sick Of Running Away
    Aldo Kraas
  42. 42. Telegram To My Mind: “true Love…running ..
    Dónall Dempsey
  43. 43. Running Around In Circles
    David Harris
  44. 44. Never Stop Running!
    Allen Steble
  45. 45. Running India
    Dr. Yogesh Sharma
  46. 46. Running
    Maria Sudibyo
  47. 47. Running.
    Laura Cummings
  48. 48. I Am Running My Fingers Through Your Hair
    Aldo Kraas
  49. 49. Running With Wolves
    Evan Skora
  50. 50. Running Away From Problems
    Aldo Kraas

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Running Poems

  1. Running To Paradise

    As I came over Windy Gap They threw a halfpenny into my cap. For I am running to paradise; And all that I need do is to wish And somebody puts his hand in the dish To throw me a bit of salted fish: And there the king is but as the beggar. My brother Mourteen is worn out With skelping his big brawling lout, And I am running to paradise; A poor life, do what he can, And though he keep a dog and a gun, A serving-maid and a serving-man: And there the king is but as the beggar. Poor men have grown to be rich men, And rich men grown to be poor again, And I am running to paradise; And many a darling wit's grown dull That tossed a bare heel when at school, Now it has filled a old sock full: And there the king is but as the beggar. The wind is old and still at play While I must hurty upon my way. For I am running to paradise; Yet never have I lit on a friend To take my fancy like the wind That nobody can buy or bind: And there the king is but as the beggar.

  2. When, Like A Running Grave

    When, like a running grave, time tracks you down, Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs, Love in her gear is slowly through the house, Up naked stairs, a turtle in a hearse, Hauled to the dome, Comes, like a scissors stalking, tailor age, Deliver me who timid in my tribe, Of love am barer than Cadaver's trap Robbed of the foxy tongue, his footed tape Of the bone inch Deliver me, my masters, head and heart, Heart of Cadaver's candle waxes thin, When blood, spade-handed, and the logic time Drive children up like bruises to the thumb, From maid and head, For, sunday faced, with dusters in my glove, Chaste and the chaser, man with the cockshut eye, I, that time's jacket or the coat of ice May fail to fasten with a virgin o In the straight grave, Stride through Cadaver's country in my force, My pickbrain masters morsing on the stone Despair of blood faith in the maiden's slime, Halt among eunuchs, and the nitric stain On fork and face. Time is a foolish fancy, time and fool. No, no, you lover skull, descending hammer Descends, my masters, on the entered honour. You hero skull, Cadaver in the hangar Tells the stick, 'fail.' Joy is no knocking nation, sir and madam, The cancer's fashion, or the summer feather Lit on the cuddled tree, the cross of fever, Not city tar and subway bored to foster Man through macadam. I dump the waxlights in your tower dome. Joy is the knock of dust, Cadaver's shoot Of bud of Adam through his boxy shift, Love's twilit nation and the skull of state, Sir, is your doom. Everything ends, the tower ending and, (Have with the house of wind), the leaning scene, Ball of the foot depending from the sun, (Give, summer, over), the cemented skin, The actions' end. All, men my madmen, the unwholesome wind With whistler's cough contages, time on track Shapes in a cinder death; love for his trick, Happy Cadaver's hunger as you take The kissproof world.

  3. A Baby Running Barefoot

    When the bare feet of the baby beat across the grass The little white feet nod like white flowers in the wind, They poise and run like ripples lapping across the water; And the sight of their white play among the grass Is like a little robin’s song, winsome, Or as two white butterflies settle in the cup of one flower For a moment, then away with a flutter of wings. I long for the baby to wander hither to me Like a wind-shadow wandering over the water, So that she can stand on my knee With her little bare feet in my hands, Cool like syringa buds, Firm and silken like pink young peony flowers.

  4. Autumn Comes Running

    Too soon comes Autumn, as nipping the heels Of unwary Summer, it stealthily seals Small changes in heavily leaf-laden trees. Summer fruits begin dropping, balanced astride Branches festooned, in which Autumn takes hide Before battle commences it's shivery breeze Which scatters browned leaves, to bring to their knees Beaten down Summer days of warm ease. Autumn comes running, nor waits to abide While brave Summer blooms adjust to it's ride. It tosses, relentless, all 'Summer' it sees Havocing treetops, nor does it allay It's mischievous goadings for yet one more day. Scurrying birds sense each warning of chill. Consistently peck around my window-sill, Fattening on seeds before temperatures freeze. Autumn comes running To stay.