Wandering Poems - Poems about Wandering

...Aimless I wander Seeking but lacking That which I hide Not only from you But also from me I know not what I know For how could I really When I know not why I wander And know not what I se......Read the rest...

...where are the old wanderers, whatever happened to Steve> a different holy book in hand every week, the wise man of the thrift store. “we just aren’t made for these times.” you’ve eithe......Read the rest...

...Where does my mind go if I let it roam today To a time I didn't know storms could get inside When I thought someone else handled the world And all I needed to do was exist It's painfully tiring t......Read the rest...

...What a blessing it is to be alive Driven insane until tortured further and I felt my sins so impure But, I told them I will surely survive Want to find the cure and be oh so mature, I will endure ......Read the rest...

...A deeper silence was born around Nature waiting for its awakening, a weary, discontent, wandering star gleamed with a scarcely light so murky and feeble; then dissipated itself in the faded, whit......Read the rest...

...I did not know how to love you, I burned in silence, a flame wandering In the forgotten valley, where time stands still, Your eyes - lighthouses in the night, beads sparkling In the ash that rema......Read the rest...

...Poetry is a drug, mixed in the alchemy of the night, An elixir of never-ending dreams, the bitter drink of wandering souls, Poured into the empty goblets of thirsty minds, And it flows, softly, th......Read the rest...

...Through somber days with sleepless night, Through howling winds with blistering bite I saw the weary man wandering by, a smile upon his face Through lighting cra......Read the rest...

...A tombstone is my thought, I made my tomb out of thoughts I knitted my shroud from hundreds of ideas And out of sadness I finished my coffin. I buried myself in the sunrise When no one was out......Read the rest...

...In the dusky depths where dreams dance daringly, A story whispers, woven with whispered wonders, Beneath the branches of a brooding, barren tree, Where shadows linger, lost like forgotten echoes. ......Read the rest...

...Moonlight pulsates on the sea and leaves an intermittent glow of dappled light these wandering waves of wonder land on the barren shore where they soak the sand wet in a solemn peaceful m......Read the rest...

...In the depths of the laundry pile, where chaos reigns supreme, Lies the mystery of the missing sock, a perplexing, absurd scheme. One by one, they enter the wash, a pair so neat and fine, But some......Read the rest...

...I am cold and I drive myself away From a grave made of clay With yellow-colored edges, And the earth as its lid. I am cursed to accept myself... A ghost with eyes and bones, I am walking wea......Read the rest...

...I have waited for this moment to come when the moon will dialogue with the sun, I have waited for this moment to come when Joy will burst through the sky and soaked the earth with happiness and wet t......Read the rest...

...Wandering around the orchard On Billy Bulson’s Farm Grazing on the windfall And doing no harm Apples, pears damson plums All waiting to be found Under the trees Lying on the ground When w......Read the rest...