Best Wanderer Poems

As winter trees exhume their leaves
for spring
and Autumns' sacrifice 
retreats in memory 
Summers of sangria blossoms 
drape their crimson blooms-

exhale against an arc of sighing skies

Seasons conspire
to tempt the wanderer on, 
but it’s the stolen thoughts of childhood 
that bring the wanderer home.

© Suzanne Delaney...

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Dead leaves are all you left behind
To break beneath my feet,
I hate to see you leave this land
Now banished by defeat.

A wanderer you have become
A wounded creature gold,
You leave red blood and bits of soul
A pathway for the cold.

You stumble on the roads of life
Each...

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Hey, sir!
Why did you stop and look awhile?
Amazed by flurry fleeting fog,
or seeking sacrosanct solace 
behind the calming chiaroscuro
of boundless beguiling beauty
in front of you?

Hey, sir!
Will you look back at me awhile,
and gaze upon my eyes?
I wonder if ...
a mysterious monarchial mind
I see from your...

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Desert Wanderer with not a cup-
I'll hold you tight and lift you up-

I'll give you aid and lend my strength-
And take you far, to a great length-

To see your safety and a healthy smile-
You are worth life, have no self- denial-

I promised you in, a...

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I remember a day I smiled at her
And she smiled back
That was miles away
down the road
We parted there
And I came back
to find her long gone
No trace, no note, no sign
I wondered if she
had hesitated before leaving
Was I worth a moment's reflection?
Does love escape so easily?
Can...

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I'm a solitary wanderer
Guided by the winds and the sol rays 
I roam through lonely valleys
Sipping from streams to streams 
Riding on cascade , up and down 
Sleeping under stars and silver moons 
Night’s canopy as tent
Wandering in the verdant fields
Rolling on soft grass 
Swimming...

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From
wayward 
wanderings
endless circles
lost. 

To 
hopeful
words of truth
saved by His grace
found. 




Written on 3/6/2019...

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The Wanderer
By: Aidan Gilbert

People say time ticks faster than it’s allowed
I say we walk too slow
People say stop to enjoy every moment
I say some moments aren’t worth stopping for
Everyone says the storm already passed
That just means I’m following it
Everyday black and grey
It’s all the same
I...

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I grabbed her hand
Hope and love sweling
Mixing into an enticing brew
Whose flavor
brought forth
all the wild creatures
from the desert araound me.
They applauded m success
and ran back for their's

But I had the luck
of the blessed
I held her hand tight
Told her who I was
She nodded
Her light engulfed me

Suddenly...

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First time we met, you left your litter, my wanderer.
Choosing a fitting name, I thought I'd try 'Wanderer'!

So playful, your favorite game always Hide-and-Seek.
I'd search the backyard: "Where's my little guy, Wanderer?"

Sunday threatens rain; I find a hole under our fence!
"Are you playing a game?...

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A Renga:


Still warm, 2 a.m.;
Deep night is another world,
An owl on a branch

Seven oak trees in the field
And the surrounding grass

From the canvas bag,
Which she always has with her,
She removes her lunch

In the cafeteria
Of the large office building

Janitors clean up
Under the light of the moon
In...

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Somewhere beyond the lengths of time

I wrote a verse, a little rhyme.

He wandered out in winter's clime.

And ended up in Anaheim,

Fast on the road to Disney Land.



That little one so newly done,

Confronted by the wealth of fun,

Into a fairy tale was spun.

But of free passes...

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Mark

The earth turns its face from you
as if ashamed. You
who tilled the soil, now marked
by what the soil received.
Your brother's blood—
how it murmurs, how it screams.
Deafness would be a mercy.

Wanderer

At Babel, you watch them build
their tongues a discordance of hope.
You know better.
The tower falls. Always,...

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Depression is a Nomad wanderer, searching for a hope to break
In that place of heartless, smoke-filled rot where even laughter proves to fake.

The Darkness is a bold intruder, a critique of one's existence, 
And hides in places, corners of gloom, an outcast from soul's resistance.

In...

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Nomad fought for a fabled gap in the skies, adrift.
Seeking solace in the unknown, a soul to uplift
The sun casts an even brighter sphere in the air.
Guiding the wanderer with a gentle flare.
Ravens fly into the void, tearing sadness apart.
Their wings, a symbol of hope,...

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