Drift Poems - Poems about Drift

deep drift hiku

For Sir Brian Strand's 1401 Poetry Contest 

5 August 2025 



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Days I Let Drift

I wore my youth like shoes too loose to feel,
Each step unsure, yet never dared to run.
My heart was clenched, a rusting, idle wheel,
While days dissolved beneath the quiet sun.

I was the empty desk in every room,
A chair unclaimed in stories being told.
A lantern hung but never lit the gloom,
Too scared to burn, too comfortable

Clouds

Clouds drift
white and soft
New ones form,
then fade
Feathery edges
sweep across
Silver light glints
Grey shadows drift

The Weight Of Commonsense

The lack of common sense
makes nonsense easy,
things that should make sense,
slip through, unchallenged.
Yet common sense itself
makes the absurd unbearable,
forcing logic upon the illogical,
struggling to grasp the uncommon.
To live without it
is to drift through chaos,
unbothered by contradiction.
To live with it
is to wrestle with reason,
forever questioning the senseless.

In the silence of the night, alone in bed, she lets her thoughts drift

In the silence of the night, alone in bed, she lets her thoughts drift,
She wonders what it would be like to feel the warmth of a man beside her,
To have him kiss away her fears and touch her soul with desire and tenderness.
She imagines his hands slowly uncovering her secrets,
And his lips tracing shivers on

Drift

baby ghost
wrinkles the river

I gaze 
at its drowsiness
as I masticate 
on the meanings of why
because inside me is misaligned 

and its cold, sleepy eye 
- cautionless -
shall twitch
like visible white noise 
when TV boxes snap

neither shoals
nor skipping stones 
breaches the facade of a conspiratory sea

river rattles 
'cause it's my baby's ghost:
The Deer Hunter 
picked her

Buddy 5

My buddy will always be
like poetry.

But sadly,
the poetry itself caused suddenly
an emotional rift.

And I thought
she will be standing firmly
at her stand
and I would remain feeling
stupidly upper hand and silently drift.

But she
proved herself to be the better one
just to make me realise graciously
a real buddy bond does not ever 
break or shift

and showed me thawing my

Drift In Dream

Pull in the anchor and drift in dream
Be daring in each avenue you choose to seek
Let not the worries of yesterday burden your soul
For freedom lies with the setting sun
And tomorrow is forever yours

Let me in my odd orbit drift - 2

A fresh breeze that loves to drape all around,
And give hearty embrace to every heart,
A bird forever of drifting orbit,  
Ready, lifelong and more to meander. 

I drift, to drift is my inane nature,
To me, an inch of movement how so vague
Is better than a mile of intention,
World, called jagat is what moves forever.

Let me in my odd orbit drift - 1

Should ye pry open my personal space, 
Remember, my core privacy to spare, 
Pray take me not as a child's cosy bear, 
Let me get lost in search of unknown me, 

I love to roam like a rudderless ship 
And seek fresh breeze from where so it may waft, 
Uncharted, drift to what so fancies

Dimensional Drift

A Canvas of a different kind,

Settle down, quiet the mind.

Taking time, refining the design.

Vibrations of colors so appealing.

The Choices I made revealing,

How I'm feeling.

Starting the healing,

As we make the shift,

Into A dimensional drift.

- -----------

Explosion of colors in front of me.

Step back and look again,

Now what do you see.

Focusing heart and soul,

Letting go what I know,

To

Dimensional Drift

Settle down, quiet the mind.

Taking time, refine the design.

Vibration of colors so appealing.

The Choices I made revealing,

How I'm feeling.

Starting the healing,

As we make the shift,

Into A dimensional drift.

- -----------

Explosion of colors in front of me.

Step back and look again,

Now what do you see.

Focusing heart and soul,

Letting go what I know,

To Perceive it differently.

Creating a rift,

Into

Recognition

I died today,
I felt myself just drifting away,
The sky was blue as I walked through a green green park.

I walked slowly, I didn't worry that I might be late,
I was so relaxed as I went toward that golden gate,
And standing right there, my Mum, my Dad and my beautiful daughter too.

I never felt this good

Drift

Feeling is but a distraction 
A distraction from being present 
While presence is masked by mist
Created by unwillingness to perceive.
Perception requires a bravery that only 
The willing can achieve.
The wiling infers a collection of thoughts
That allows mask to breathe.

Strangers

And suddenly, we were strangers again,
lost in the whispers of autumn leaves,
where laughter once danced like sunlight,
our shared stories, fragile as spun sugar,
swirling in the dim corners of memory,
each echo a soft ache against the silence.
I trace the ghost of your smile,
against the faded canvas of yesterday,
where we spun dreams under the vast azure,
weaving threads

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