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 wait.

Our tentative steps,
Venturing through the peat bogs
Get mired in the muck.

Real dangers are felt, 
Earthly forces pull us down.
But we...

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Wayfaring heart please let me be
Wanderlust inside of me
Dreams of days upon the sea
Wayfaring heart please let me be
Longing to go back to Kingston once more
Walk along the sun drenched shore
Watch the horizon at the break of dawn
Spend a few days in Old San Juan
Wayfaring...

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A poor, wayfaring man of grief,
Is humble and serene,
As we display, a brand new leaf,
He celebrates the scene.

He knows the name of everyone,
Who stops to say hello,
Because, He radiates the sun,
And purifies the snow.

He rains upon the famished earth,
A warm and welcome shower,
Because, He knows,...

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"The evidence of yesterday,
Is what we disallow,
The future is a better way,
To live our lives right now."
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A poor, wayfaring man of grief,
Hath passed me on my way,
And though I stood in disbelief,
He stood in disarray.

I felt some need to comfort him,
To share his heavy load,...

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A poor, wayfaring man of grief,
May struggle as it seems,
To walk the road of disbelief,
And snuggle with his dreams.

Although alone and feeling low,
He does his very best, 
To edify the ones who know,
The meaning of his quest.

Although he soars above the crowd,
To catch the morning...

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A poor, wayfaring man of grief is good enough for me,
Because he lives the way he gives, without pomposity,
He gives the way he grieves for us, and leaves for us, to ride,
A ticket for a train or bus, without a shifting side.

Our path and pick...

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The sea stretches across a vast expanse
Blue and white, do the waves prance 
As a boat struggles to stay afloat
When the waves draw themselves to their height entire
The folks crouch down and say oh sire!
Spare us of your wrath
For  sinners and saints are we
And...

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A poor, wayfaring man of grief, has shared his truth with me,
For he has walked the winding road of life's great mystery,
Behold, the man, the truth at last, is ready to be shared,
His message is for one and all, his banquet is prepared.

The happiness, that...

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He’s a conniving, wayfaring vagabond
Roaming around with nary a bond
He was a delight
Casanova all night
Many women became totally fond....

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