Best Drifter Poems

for but a moment
the moon shall rest on the sea
drifting with the tide

Written for Raul's contest.
I love that picture Raul -...

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His face was so intriguing
Weathered and worn
Yet there was a kindness in his eyes
On a face of solemn and scorn

Skin aged with time and long grey hair
His eyes deep blue
Remained youthful
With a magnetic stare

I couldn’t take my eyes of him
I wanted to know more 
About this mysterious stranger
So aloof and so sure

He looked over at...

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Quote: “Artist by nature, actor by instinct, poet by accident, and vagabond by choice”. --Don Blinding 

I am a vagabond of heart, destined to roam, 
My wandering soul finds solace far from home.  
On urban trails, my footsteps stray,  
And there, my friend, the tumbleweed, holds sway. 

Together, we tumble, roll, and meander,...

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Is he here?
Can it be?
Straight from Nashville, Tennessee
Luke the Drifter 
or a mortal shape shifter.
Hank come here
is it really you?
your tearful words helped me through.
Did really write all those songs
about Miss Audrey and the man who done her wrong?
You smell like beer
and your trail leaves behind a single tear.
You look grim and reek of fear.
Your...

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Drifter

Coming in from nowhere, 
staying only a moment, 
and then moving on. 
Friend, or foe?
Hard to know. 
What to call you...
by name? 

Without family, 
left alone but not lonely. 
A warrior left behind
in the battle of life. 
Separated from those
that mattered... 
by those that did not care. 

Go home... 
There is still time. 
Go back...

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drifter
raises a glass to the holidays
"all 365 of them"...

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Solitary hour
Momentarily adrift
Armchair traveler
Transitory decades pass
Silently animated....

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From a young age he took to the roads,
never staying anywhere for long.
Always singing a cheerful song.
Yet most of the ladies seemed like toads.

Making choices at all crossroads
meeting here and there a tagalong.
Together they travel a furlong
parting when they came to byroads.

You could say that he freeloads
although this would be wrong.
Living off grid he has...

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For too long, I drifted, on the sea of time,
Presuming, in youth, that it had no end;
But, I was immature, and not bullet-proof,
With no infinite quantity of days to spend;

Within, I lacked impetus, to propel my craft,
For youth had been influencing my thinking;
As my life continued taking on more water,
I feared that my drifting craft...

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A Hush falls upon the night,
As conjurations take full flight,

Sashaying through the misty dew
My thoughts drift towards you

Silently asleep lips lightly apart
Rhythmic intakes keeping time with your heart

A sigh, a gasp, a frown,
What could thy dreams be as the rain thunders down?

A smile in the darkness, a tug upon the sheets,
Covering your face as the...

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I feel eternity slipping away from me as I drift across the universe...

Feb.24.2016...

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Silence (sadness) interrupted by my thoughts of him (my drifter) 
his kiss so soft and sweet (like icing on a cake) eyes dancing (shining)by candlelight
colors of crimson (passion) and blue (serenity) surrounding us 
traveling and drifting (in his arms) to unexplored (familiar) places knowing (hoping) that 
forever (this moment) we are one 
praying for a...

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I am a drifter.
Place to place
To Find a peaceful valley.
I want to lay down my sword,
Stop fighting for a peace that shall never come.
Drift find food and water.
Drift keeping ahead of my enemies.
Drift looking for a world lush and green,
Not blood and battle ridden.
I am a lost soul slain in a battle, fighting for my...

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Now Jack was a man who had seen much
as an army brat he travelled the world
never really making friends at each stop
he slipped into the role of soldier

Soon was made up to major in the Mps
betrayed by his superiors he began to drift
moving from town to town, just a backpack
to his name doing odd jobs...

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I gaze upon your placid face
familiar in a strange new place.
Blue eyes a mirror of my own,
why do I still feel so alone?
	Weary drifter, a fall from grace.	

A moment's lull before the race
then right back to that frantic pace
My life of old is now unknown.
	I gaze...

The circle of life's warm embrace
cradles close a fear of...

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