Best My Wandering Soul Poems

A speckle of light
appears in the dark
barely visible to eye sight
it is always there.
I think it is my grandmothers
wandering soul
here for some purpose
what for I don't know.
I can still feel her presence
like she'd never left
I can still smell her essence 
still feel her warm breath.
She...

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My soul wanders into places unknown,
Barren, what happened to the seeds sown?
Plenty of sunlight and rain, still nothing grows.
Leaves start to fall as a cold wind blows.

I wander within, reality and dreams,
Reality bites, or so it seems.
Realizations of things yet to come,
Dreams are the source,...

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The spirit of the gypsy
free as the wind upon the open road
Horse driven home on wheels
taking them where they decide
to rest their soul.

Families huddled by the camp fire
Story and tales shared from old
Hedgehog stew
simmering in the cauldron 
Leftovers of grizzle and sinew
thrown to the pack...

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Throughout eons she contrives
to casting seeds and see what thrives
as she has done for countless lives.
Experimental.

Traveling through time and space
on cresting waves of light and grace
to be here in this time and place
of great potential.

By the trauma of rebirth,
and crashing on this spinning earth
to walk...

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no one allowed accompany him 
a lonely spirit in the dark of the night
wanders with the bone-chilling air, shivering 

when he traipsed to find a place to set root down 
it was always autumn during which time he was a flesh
that’s why; he was rolling...

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My youth was too brief
and whenever I felt distraught, 
I clutched my belief:
to give faith a defined worth;
free, but not truly liberated
as a wandering soul in exile:
reminding itself of how it inwardly bled
amid thoughts that knew no minimal dire!

Freedom has the dearest prize:
I either acclaim...

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A WANDERING SOUL

You dumped me into the lowest pit,
In its abyss and darkest depth,
You kept me permanently disjoined
From my closest friends and family,
My eyes are dim with grief!
From where I am laid now,
My parents will see me no more!

Look here, on my neck your daggers...

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I wandered lonely as a cloud "
                    ~William Wordsworth ~


Wandering lonely I am a lost soul
Drifting never settled down
Begin to think was never whole
Never complete so...

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Where do you go when you need support and the one who has always supported you isn’t there? 
Who is left to help? 
Who do I turn to in my time of need?
How do I ask for help from a God that I don’t believe...

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Over hills I walk,
All tongues I talk.
Rivers I crossed,
Pennies I tossed.
and Life goes on.

With women I slept,
Streams of tears I wept.
Silken robes I wore,
Innocent hearts I tore.
and Life goes on.

Every corner I went,
Till my back was bent.
With every sun I watched,
A stick my hand clutched.
and...

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So there I go…
Searching for a new life
And yet, another soul

God only knows
What I’ve been through
And what will unfold
-- It’s a sad story to be told
The bitter-sweet memories of old
When words are worthless
And actions seem powerless
Who am I to try to “second-guess”?

Picking up where I...

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He claims he was born,
without any summon
from his mother,
or a message from his
ancestors’ gods.

He feels like Jonah,
after he was forcefully
swallowed by a big fish.

He believes this world
is not his destination.
His face tells that he was
not ready to be born....

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As the evening moon swells the sea
Sand wraps its fingers around me
The ocean sends a murmur through a breeze
Landing on my frail, empty skin calmly

The whispering moon

My mind is wandering across the lonely shore
Leaving footprints where they have travelled before
Searching the horizon among the ocean’s...

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Who am I,I wonder,
What is this I created?
Who is this I created?
From myself,I wonder,

Please guide me,
I'm so confused,

......Mind singing me a song,
A song from the peaceful meadow,
I do so want this song,

Oh song of the peaceful meadow,
Please guide me,
Suit me in myself,the real me,

......Life I...

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I sit beside myself and think,
And try to evaluate my life;
Yes, my life that is blotted with ink
My life of which evaluation would cause strife.

A strife between the living and the dead,
Between our world and theirs too;
Between the ignoramus and the intellectually well-bred.
A conflict none...

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