Nomads Poems - Poems about Nomads

alternative to the supposed cookie cutter lifestyle off the grid away from the masses a peaceful life insue of wandering fields and daisy plaid twinning soul in pursuit to conquere a dream set forth by God to live in spiritual truth Rising lifting we edify where strife has been removed we live as one beneath the...

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Written on 11/17/2022 by Gail R DeBole Thoughts that weave... through mental terrain Never staying in one place with one idea Moving from place to place Always straying Inspired by the internal...

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Wander lust their families’ motivation Nomads fluctuating in flowing migration, Seasonal uprooting to discover new ways Looking in new directions in anticipation. Restless as the cirrus streaking the sky Wander lust their families’ motivation, They gather not, and with time dissipate Having done so since primordial creation. The land they claim their sovereign nation Whatever resources subsistence requires, Wanderlust their families’ sole motivation Until with age...

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March field snow patched scars deer forage green stubble flirting the ground parsimonious its fast food scarcity Deer raise their heads ...

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Asphalt Nomads By David J Walker The nomads of the asphalt travel In the dying light of the day as solitary nova’s with Walmart shopping carts Knowing where to find discarded Treasures Asphalt nomads have no numbers they answer To many names they laugh at Your concerns for their welfare The asphalt Nomads marvel at the speed and ease Of a stolen bicycle and The meal at...

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In the shimm’ring empty distance Of a vast central Asian steppe, A faint and formless shape appeared. A soundless mass of black and brown Rose like a djinn from out the dust Of the long traveled Great Silk Road. As it drew closer on its course, Under a wide and hot noon sky, ...

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The Bedouins, refugees from other times The places were they live are still the same But other people founded States and took The deserts where they roamed ,ancestral nooks. Ther little tents of black on the hillsides Have not changed from Mediaeval times But now they are like flies, unwanted guests Who will know the tremor in their breasts? Cruel is the heart...

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Nomads of the Rising Sun ~~a homeless home invasion~~ We are nomads of this earthly plain, dining with dust and riveting rain Dancing with demons dictating pain, making stronger our ball and chain Under siege upon night, undercover and cold, a blvd sign in city’s light A penal colony in punitive plight, the surreal scenery of a selective sight Our breaths...

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NOMADS Children in the nomadic kit They never wake-up to the day light They are born to the sleepy darkness Really they have not born at all Darkness in the finger tip For somebody every five years Life never respond any story beyond Actually no where we lived at all Landing on the dark pit And pretending to live terribly failed Don't deserve to sensible the...

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In May—When The Nomads Migrate To The Forest-side Meadows ========================================= Give him, a glutton, Excessive doze of the drink— An ancient Arabian queen would give his king at bedtime And leave to her lame lover in a den. Or if there is a Greek flower to smell! He‘ll wake up in a dozen weeks time Like in a long dream, As bears with...

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Maybe the life of a nomad is for me To always let my spirit be free Accept homelessness as the steady state of things As each new adventure in my life begins Change the swirling river I need to sail As in each direction I again do fail Living from my car day to day As with different friends I do...

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Silence splattered across the page Riding on deeply buried tides Climbing from treetops into hills of tomorrow Life never exists the way the say In boardrooms and across chalkboards They just know what you're likely to eat... The sun shatters cobwebbed dreary polite peace Too glorious now to remain unmoved For those with windows and eyelids to perceive Everywhere quicksand pebbles shift The glory...

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I move from place to place ...

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Snowdrifts hibernate Nomads of the great white North Neighbors until Spring. (January 16, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved...

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They have herds of sheep and goats They pick dates; they grind oats In the desert they always dwell In the oasis they drink from a well It’s hot, it’s humid, and it’s sandy Scarf and turban may be handy They see owl, they hear howl And foxes for rabbits prowl While in tents they sleep at night In that God-forsaken blight In the desert...

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