Drifter Poems - Poems about Drifter

I can not dwell on where I've been Or where ten years I'll be The roads are gone, the rivers dry Nameless faces I see For if the path led straight back home I wouldn't know the way The cobbled stones, the quarried hill My mind begins to sway When sunrise turns to ashen waste And trees, they fail to leaf You'll find my soul...

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Flood waters rising Possessions drifting away Our journey begins...

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Getting to tomorrow on stairs of yesterday Each tread of my reluctance on risers of today Promising me nothing but wisdom from afar Chasing reams of broken dreams — adrift among the stars (Dreamsleep: September, 2024) ...

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The walls are made with dollar bills They're paper thin and made for thrills Drifting at sea without wind at my sails I'm boozing on ales and lamenting the ails And there might be a storm brewing But I'm focused on what I'm doing And if there is a garden in the sky I'm chasing it hoping it's not a lie But sometimes...

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Sifting through the sands of time Drifting through the lands of rhyme A humble poet bound for glory They rumble thus around for story When all prose of past recalled Then all those at last enthralled Guilty of floral attitudes Innocent of moral platitudes Elocution flows from his tongue Each line glows as if it were sung Eyes bleary still he tries his best Till weary...

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Quote: “Artist by nature, actor by instinct, poet by accident, and vagabond by choice”. --Don Blinding I am a vagabond of heart, destined to roam, My wandering soul finds solace far from home. On urban trails, my footsteps stray, And there, my friend, the tumbleweed, holds sway. Together, we tumble, roll, and meander,...

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Amidst the Sacred Seas where the Holy Temple Dwells There, Where Truth Propels like Ocean Swells Where Forces Of Nature Know No Bounds Infinite Drifting Divine Grounds, A Coat Of Armor for the Victors Crown Where Salvation Beckons Trumpet Sounds And the Inner Haven blows winds of Heavenly Bliss Blessed by an Angels Lips, ...

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His face was so intriguing Weathered and worn Yet there was a kindness in his eyes On a face of solemn and scorn Skin aged with time and long grey hair His eyes deep blue Remained youthful With a magnetic stare I couldn’t take my eyes of him I wanted to know more About this mysterious stranger So aloof and so sure He looked over at...

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You come and go as you please Knowing it pleases me not. Floating in, your ambiance Makes the situation rot. Your past orders for me To self destruct still work And I stand here crying for An end to this feeling of Berzerk. You broke me in two No, you shattered me in triumph So many pieces and I just See no compliance. You want...

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Zoom, Zoom, Zoom I'm racing through the astral-realms With seven different moons I'm going faster then the speed of light Alone in my star-pod of bright A miniature ship for the ones left - The ones who lived & are blessed I'm dancing salsa melodies hand in hand With gases of infinite stars - Neptune, Venus, Mars I'm zooming past twisting trees & fruit...

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I was told every time you leave somewhere, there's a piece of you that gets left behind, I've abandoned so many places, and if the statement is true, there's not much more of me I can spare, each shard, smidgen, and sliver that has been stripped away, is worth doing without, rather than having...

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Drifter Coming in from nowhere, staying only a moment, and then moving on. Friend, or foe? Hard to know. What to call you... by name? Without family, left alone but not lonely. A warrior left behind in the battle of life. Separated from those that mattered... by those that did not care. Go home... There is still time. Go back...

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cinnamon drifter i am i observe from afar the world goes slower when time sours the stomach of life i wish i had some white frosting as an odd sort of invisibility shield cinnamon drifter i am i check out her legs i check out the booty on the next one i check out the natural beauty on my favorite one cinnamon drifter...

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Oh, to drift like a vagabond who is never missed to ride the careless waves of an uncharted sea to set my compass to the winds of desires and let daydreams guide me along the way. How I long to escape this present drudgery and wander lonely backroads on a whim abandon the grind, pursue unscripted adventures forsake these...

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meandering hills and hillocks the autumn orb casts its golden glow across paved paths the ones less traveled circumnavigating childhood memories borrowed backroads in the sinews of my heart AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Posted on August 19, 2020...

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