Nomadic Poems - Poems about Nomadic

This nomadic wind This nomadic wind, and along the way the buds are a fallen subtlety i have gathered them all, paved to greet your way Accept , please accept them all, with thy humble hands. When I am no longer around, they will blossom around your flowerbed. your fingers...

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ambulatory itinerant vagabond nomadic nuisance feared by some adored by others wayfaring wood tick travels on white tail deer enjoying his journey and beast’s blood...

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Silent voices traveling through uncertain dreams! Have you ever seen the sky during the evening prayer? The colors of the water lilies glowing in refection on that still pond water. An open-ended story of an eternal time! Where standstill time enchants the paintbrush strokes! Time that does not define the everyday coffee mug There are many more colors , yet to be born in...

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lonely wanderer on the transcendental trail ~ tracking peace of mind 13.01.22 Haiku Contest Inspired By Basho Only Poetry Contest Sponsor : Damned I-Be...

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People are becoming a tribe of nomadic Who emigrate and become fanatic, Hoping they will get a peaceful haven, They have become completely raven, Wishing for a cozy Lifestyle and future, And a mere supreme and good exposure, Which is quite subtle and miniature, They forgot their own great culture, The people go through the immigration, Either for job, business or education Hope they foresee...

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Nomadic waters travel Across the world for free and Never speak of their travels; They keep their secrets. ...

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My nomadic guy, please don’t tear my flesh This lonely chamber isn’t made for one Come play the lead strings as our grooves refresh, Oh no funky stardust when you are gone… Sad moon for me and blazing sun for you; Life’s a-tumble when the door creaks, “Adieu.” I got no rhythm in these eyes bloodshot Just recall most nights’ pure angelic...

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I’m left perplexed. How vexing, how complex… the plight of a simple man, (one’s ruin is another’s choosing) is moving and doing the least that he can, no oil changes no wedding band. All this just to exist, just to be standing, still living, surviving this life with a pocket knife and all the time that...

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Cold nights and tree lights taught him to forget home. He’s mellow tonight though, no telling what goes unknown. He packs light and steps heavy and taps his fading flashlight and I bet he’s a lefty. Duracell down spiral connects with flesh on even time, a metronome of alkaline. Ill forever remember this snowless December and he’ll certainly forget...

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Cracked beer bottles and detached baby rattles in slightly untidy, black plastic wrappers. No garbage can nor box or bag is exempt from the burrower’s thorough ransack. Rancid rubbish, rich with unwanted tidbits, And the bounty - immeasurable, infinite, Relished like a relic, coddled like a child, Winding and wild, like the Nile for miles. The moon beams. The...

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Nomadic Treasure by Odin Roark A wise man told me The Essence tuning fork Is never idle It is always resonating As in… Surviving one’s homeless spirit One may tune in audacity for a roof Direct eyes to dine on tomorrow When eyes no long see Listen When ears no longer hear Think When no thought comes Allow Resonance...

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Nomadic Hearts Seems just yesterday simple Jane's heart kept perfect time. Ticking, never losing a beat. Days seemed good. Nights seemed hopeful. The streets of her town, barren of big city chaos, knew calm. Knew boring. Knew best the general store, two-pump Texaco station, weekdays by habit, weekends by... McDonalds was big at one end of town, KFC...

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The Smiths' were gypsies who wore rings in their ears Dan and Tom were tramps who loved drinking beer They met up with Stanley and Sam, both petty thieves Together they rode the rails, they enjoyed this relief Setting up camp in the woods near a dusty town Not far from the rails, for that's how they got around Stan went...

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There's a gentle echo in my brain, whispering low and long, "I'm one, I'm all." What I hear I must heed and obey, I'll follow the skyline's ...

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running, moving away never really got a place to stay ran fast and far all my day not away from, but away to where I'd lay me down smiling 'neath a tree, breathless ...

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