My Wandering Soul Poems - Poems about My Wandering Soul

Like a cloud before the storm she drifted a quiet chaos behind her eyes a restless wind inside her chest. She had lived fast chasing luxury saying yes to everything except herself. One pocket to another she moved digging holes to fill others never noticing she was sinking. Now her young soul wanders chased by the storm she once fed. She regrets being born forgetting she once made the sun feel...

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In every conversation, like a murmur of my wandering soul, I utter your name, like an incantation that binds me to the past. In every prayer, your name rises, A golden thread piercing the darkened sky. My name intertwines with yours, Like two comets meeting on secret orbits, This is the dream I carry in my heart. In a world immersed in...

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In the whirlwind of time when leaves weave their copper cloak over my wandering soul, I let myself be carried by the wild dance of the forest whispering the tale of a rusted season, While my hair becomes a nest for autumn dreams falling in an infinite rhythm, And I run through the carpet of gold and purple,...

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Exploring the lands The oceans Breathe in that moment A silent breeze With a stare, a glare. Seemingly knowing The directions, the paths Guided to a detour. Many deep valleys, mountains And much more. Satan devours Looking to destroy Back on the straight path Running so fast. Finally realized A road to Jesus An answer A reason Faith walks in ALL seasons. Jesus is always the answer. Note: To the person that is not...

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I sit beside myself and think, And try to evaluate my life; Yes, my life that is blotted with ink My life of which evaluation would cause strife. A strife between the living and the dead, Between our world and theirs too; Between the ignoramus and the intellectually well-bred. A conflict none can describe as new! I sin and sin again and then...

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Who am I,I wonder, What is this I created? Who is this I created? From myself,I wonder, Please guide me, I'm so confused, ......Mind singing me a song, A song from the peaceful meadow, I do so want this song, Oh song of the peaceful meadow, Please guide me, Suit me in myself,the real me, ......Life I played your game,and now I'm lost, In your playground, But I long...

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I wandered lonely as a cloud " ~William Wordsworth ~ Wandering lonely I am a lost soul Drifting never settled down Begin to think was never whole Never complete so lost not found Sadly was blind to simple fact My thinking was...

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As the evening moon swells the sea Sand wraps its fingers around me The ocean sends a murmur through a breeze Landing on my frail, empty skin calmly The whispering moon My mind is wandering across the lonely shore Leaving footprints where they have travelled before Searching the horizon among the ocean’s white-wash roar My off-track soul is lost, not knowing what to...

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Mystic, meaningful silence whines Louder and louder it gets, with time Time, my dear is a thing undefined For ever being,it defines a life Wandering soul, in midst of the night Fully awakened yet, yearns to sleep Lost in the twinkling, lost in a loss Here comes a breeze, swaying the loss Prohibited to me, to be...

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Throughout eons she contrives to casting seeds and see what thrives as she has done for countless lives. Experimental. Traveling through time and space on cresting waves of light and grace to be here in this time and place of great potential. By the trauma of rebirth, and crashing on this spinning earth to walk a path of woe and mirth. Experiential. To the beat of her...

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My soul is lost to the devil inside me My soul is the devil reincranation My soul can't be trusted My soul can go either way My soul has cause my cursed anger My soul has the Vera attached to it So my soul is my curse but it is also my destiny...

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He claims he was born, without any summon from his mother, or a message from his ancestors’ gods. He feels like Jonah, after he was forcefully swallowed by a big fish. He believes this world is not his destination. His face tells that he was not ready to be born....

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no one allowed accompany him a lonely spirit in the dark of the night wanders with the bone-chilling air, shivering when he traipsed to find a place to set root down it was always autumn during which time he was a flesh that’s why; he was rolling on the ground pushed and shoved by the wind seeking...

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The spirit of the gypsy free as the wind upon the open road Horse driven home on wheels taking them where they decide to rest their soul. Families huddled by the camp fire Story and tales shared from old Hedgehog stew simmering in the cauldron Leftovers of grizzle and sinew thrown to the pack of dogs to chew. Musicians strike up an ancient tune underneath the...

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Where do you go when you need support and the one who has always supported you isn’t there? Who is left to help? Who do I turn to in my time of need? How do I ask for help from a God that I don’t believe in? “We can do this. Amor vincit omnia (Love...

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