Fellow Traveller Poems - Poems about Fellow Traveller

...Demons Surround Beg To let them Become All that I am pull At my feet Drag me along With their hate My hurt So I can no longer turn And see my past Just my future My nothing For they kn......

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...I am the traveller with stones in my coat Made opaque by staying nameless Though dark I am not darkness Swallowing the edges of days, overtaking I rinse my dirty fingers in a painted lake Runn......

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...Wandering the roads. It has me under a spell even at this juncture in my life. Even when spiked brambles scrape my eyelids or those tender foot soles are being twisted by tooth-like stones. Qu......

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...It was a waxing, gibbous moon and Cassandra felt calm and at ease as she stepped out that February night with frost upon the trees.. It was only a mile to grandmothers house, she'd walked it many t......

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...O my fellow Traveller or future life partner just wait for sometime. listen the whisper of wind, the final destination of love is calling us. The one I wished for in my Holy prayers,You are that g......

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...Family Tree The family tree grows tall and true, Its leafy branches cradle me and you. Like every tree it has a season When branches drop, sometimes without reason. Our tree has suffered great......

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...MORNING DEPARTURE Yellow glow in the east And daisies spread their petals. I too shrug off the darkness Which all around me settles. The white rays greet me As I struggle with the load......

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...Five ducklings feeding The back of the camper bus proudly sported the family seven yellow stickers ducks five little ducklings in a line feeding on life presented to the world growth susten......

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...He was a wandering man that travelled many miles staying a few days here and there, sometimes a week or two then his feet would get that familiar itch and on he'd go searching new horizons for his......

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...What dose one say To a fellow-traveller at the crossroads then ......

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...Forget us not (For the countless South Africans, black and white, who sacrificed their lives for democracy) forget us not fellow traveller in our just cause ‘aluta continua’ was our refrain as we......

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...The air is growing cold and as I walk against the wind I realize that man has not yet conquered the elements Moving on, I see buildings, tal......

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