Best Traveller Poems

Suddenly He returned...
A lone traveller on a journey
tripping with her memory

Breezes of unsceduled joy
He blew beneath her skin
Reaching deep witihin
breathing warmth, affectionately.

He poured honey from the moon
and filled her dusk with light
Oh how He made lost shadows shine
 He  made rays filter through
soft as...

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highway grinding
myway finding
        mental meanderings
philosophic ideals
     mirrorly miles
            of reflection
passed under tired tires...

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Down the endless road I 
Walk.
The road of life or you 
May call it the road of 
Torment-but know I the 
Name.
Along I walk,the trees 
Whistling as I journey on 
With gentle breeze of the 
East caressing my worn-
Out body.
Down I walk,meeting the 
Hurdles of...

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Standing at the tavern door,eyes dark and brooding
Neath his floppy hat, stared into the crowded room,
A Raven flew from his shoulder settling in rafters high,
He smiled a sardonic smile and ordered a mug of ale.
All turned to look at this dark eyed traveller tall,
His leather...

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It muddles into our time slightly
Backwards hunting immemorial time
Onward guessing on technology’s mighty
Ever wonder to ride and visit the sublime

We are all time travellers
In our dreams or in reality, we trek
Everything goes by his own caliber
In conversation, we learn at age’s beck

In some poets’ verses,...

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A fireball sun peeked through clouds
Moisture laden cobalt blue
Rain weary traveller sighs deep 
sigh, raindrops spring true

Soon apricot fills spaces within
A lighter cloud of gray
Opening up to reveal sun's 
Illumination ray

Daffodils lift their heads to sun
When its clear beams exposed
Delighted to be raised to life
Their...

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You perforate my normality 
with snap-shots of the past. 
Images of yesteryear form 
a slide show which interjects, 
dove-tailing, sneaking in to 
the now with the stealth of 
the stealthiest fox. 

Distracted from the present 
my mind meanders down-stream, 
pausing at a bridge arched over...

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I am an animated spirit,
Living in time and space of unceasing transit
I have learnt to live in worlds of diverse odours and hues
An unusual traveller, a body of unique concepts and views.

I have dealt with figures of assorted cultures,
I have smelt the soil of distinct...

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Traveller camp not by me 
for the 
night
I am but a barren and 
rootless 
tree
Stranger repose not your 
bones at my site.
For the dream you seek out 
is not 
with me
The troubles you flee from I 
have 
my own
The warmth that you crave 
for I...

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Maybe if I started to use the “he”
They’d never think that it’s actually me
Because whenever I would use “she”
I’m being a “girl”, emotional and cheesy
But, what if I use the “it”?
Could that probably mean I’m nothing?
Maybe I should not use anything?
Does that mean I should...

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As i traverse, never know when my sun will retire wholly
  As its gaze bump on whole, to split out my knight errant shadow,
Dusty and encrusted sole of mine, wild creatures hum their pitying elegy like a widow  While colourful grasses rest on...

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I'm no disciple of H.G.Wells.
But when it comes to your love,
I'm a time traveller.
Believe it or not.

Way back,
When I was hardly eighteen,
Miles apart from you,
I observed your tender bosom,
In my adolescence fantasy,
Growing silently like twin plum buds
In your village's moon-washed nights,
Amidst blinking glows of curious...

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Rolling away, strolling aside,
Sleepy contradictions drenched in gold.
An image taken, picture saved,
A tiny tribute of memory to hold.

My England. For you are mine,
And not mine. Everyone's Never.
For once would you show me shine?
A prize that I will love forever.

At the fading of the day. Twighlight.
You...

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"From deep within my heart
I always catch the scent
of my Beloved. How can I
help but follow that fragrance?"    By Rumi
          


Drowned in delicate perfume of the gorgeous bouquet,
Glistening moon floating in sea of...

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Farewell, o' weary traveller.
The stormy clouds now ever lift'd.
From that mortal night unto which you drift'd.
Daemons, once so fierce, shall make no further sounds.
For now, at last your sanctuary has been found.
The world around shall always pass 'n' go.
But in your name, as rose of...

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