Best Wanderlust Poems

In the endless expanse 
of what exists
and the magic of what can be...

fantasy is the luster of opalescence

conceived in a continual curve of mother-of-pearl panache 
spinning through a sacred spiral in effervescence
they arise - in bare necessity 
and break the surface -

perceptions of prismatic potential
bending...

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  "Wearied Wanderlust"

upon a gilded meadow glows a bottle of tender tears
scattered ashes burnt and laden carpeting of stone
ravished emotions turbulent feasting on flesh and bone
filtering through fibers as escalating fears
harbor broken dreams evaporating in waning years
as visions petrified reside in somber tone
upon a...

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(Collaboration: Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire ~ Dec 2020)

I sit outside as evening settles in, 
a teasing breeze plays gently with my hair 
the mountains bathe in shades of twilight blue 
a wondrous sight, but none with whom to share.     ...

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The birds glide, I don’t know why
It gives me reason to sing
So who am I? What can I bring?

The trees grow, the waters flow
To take us far from here
So who are we? Why do we fear?

In all the glories shown to us, 
We must give...

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I never asked to be born; yet now I am here
My journey through life is not one that I fear
I cherish each moment I live on this earth
Thank god for my mother for her labour and birth

I sail like a ship on a sparkling blue...

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“Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.”           ~ Delia Owens


When I was born, I clung to my mother, 
A little light green being,...

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Live through my rear view mirror
Just hankering for the time
When you were there before me
And all my stars aligned 
Time we spent together
Removed dark from my day
But you loved me and you left me
Stuck in the moment you went away

Longing for the past
Onwards to the...

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 In my dreams I wander the corridors of mind;
twisting. turning corners into dark places that 
when awake, I dare not go.
Into strange places with distorted faces;
full of ethereal spirits and ghosts.
Ghosts of mistakes, long past; errors made
on a conscious road without thought for the...

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Ah, Wanderlust, my soul for you burned hot!
When fresh and filled with fancy, I could not
sit still for long, for I was wont to flee
the simple life with its monotony.
The moon and stars were mine (or so I thought).

In college when I turned eighteen, I...

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Wanderlust.

When I was young, and just a girl
I wanted to travel around the world -
Casablanca, Marrakesh,
Rio de Janeiro and Budapest.
The more exotic the sound of the name,
the more I was drawn, like a moth to a flame.

I studied the atlas,
and stuck in pins
to highlight the...

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I’m often walking with a dream,
that no one else can see.
From time to time, it’s in my mind.
It’s such a part of me.
Though I can’t hold it in my hand,
I’ll try to make you understand.
I hear the back roads call my name.
In mystery, I’m drawn…
They...

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Tracing unmet steppes
In bedroom microclimates -
Sour paper futures....

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Remind me of the sea that kisses the coast of Algiers
Where the tides are soft and the winds all but fierce
In that country past the strait of Gibraltar
Where the trip to Casablanca didn’t halt her

Taking a plane past the eye of the Mediterranean Sea
To the...

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On drowsy hamlets mobile hordes descend,
From tight-lipped forests rises a babel. 
Wanderlust is to distant wonders sent,
As fleets of long-haul birds skyward rumble.
Where massed footprints to virgin lands extend,
And sights are packaged for all to sample,
Coy beauties in nature’s bosom held dear
From between heaven and...

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How can I sever wolf-waves from the selfish sea?
I ache to cut the rogue from the relentless flow
his crest —swelled in high rise on testosterone tide—
swindles my tease to tame his blue Neptune flame
mocking my sun dried bed with unruly despise
he rides a white steed...

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