Best Wayfaring Poems

Ecological
Wanderings boggle the mind, 
But inspire new hope.

On the boundary,
We mingle with new species,
Those yet to be born.

Our patience is tried,
Wanting quick evolution.
We can only...

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I begin as a covet, dulcet demure
pure in play, unbound to a dogma or tablature, a luscious lure,
I find that nerve of passion's verve nestled...

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Perchance to take nocturnal flight,
where would wayfaring dreams land?
With the toss of a godly lot,
one’s fate is always seraphim certain
The place of destiny divine
remains a...

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I once
dreamed a dream
about four blossoming roses.

As footprints trampled upon silent snow

one died from a chilling childhood,
frozen within dark chambers of the mind.
Aspirations disappeared with...

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When the call of adventure dawned on the wayfaring traveller

He sat down at the rock face quite tearful weary and sweaty

Thought about fate meaning and...

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The  village  where  my  father was  born.
After  so  many  years
Still  not   changed
Except  that...

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So no more shall his traitors hate;
For death's veils have made it late
To slight any soul time has called
To dine and wine in the city...

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Tomorrow is a lie and the lie of tomorrow is
There will be a second chance to say 
All the I love you’s and miss you’s...

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So no more shall his haters hate
For the veil of death has made it late
To hate a soul that time has called
To dine and wine...

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Life is a toll road.
All travelers pay.
By costly wayfaring,
I chanced upon eternal youth
in the loving gaze 
of your ageless eyes.

06/13/15

Preston Graham
Visual 1
Word Count: 24
Submission for...

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WORK OF ANGELS

From dawn to dawn rustling wings merciful song

shredding lemon zest to brighten the sun
stuffing pillow clouds with fanciful cotton
replacing light bulbs in each...

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It stands on the edge of civilization,
fed by a ghost town road
A starving artery leading into the desert
Only desperadoes and Death Valley aficionados
pass through this...

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(St Valentine’s day 1992)

Most Valentine poems are about love
and rightly so,
but this is a true story and needed to be told.

Somebody lost someone today.
His mangled...

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10.
the  apparent golden pot that i thought 
to be the underneath of a kadam-tree 

in the dim light i can notice that 
the stars...

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The Ocean Foam

Wayfaring sailor.
When mother and seas are one,
The ocean's foam cries.

©  Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    1/ 5/ 2008...

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