Roaming Poems - Poems about Roaming

Roaming Romance

Flow of warm drops from my eyes in winters,
Might be a sign that my eyes are drying.
If love is a sin, I'm among sinners,
Might be a sign that it's alone crying.
My mistake was to dive into her eyes,
And there is no way to go back to death.
I confirmed my death in the sea of lies,
No

The Roaming Eye

In NYC where cardboard boxes and bums come from
In the comfort of his brown paper home
The smelly old man sleeps on a concrete ground of cold
Snores alone like a train in heat
Unaware of his left eye detaching to leave
A vacancy sign behind the socket is left, not worth reading

An eye rolling down the highway is

roaming into the past - Ephemera

I like roaming thrift stores
full of worthless things
lost treasures that I can hold
within my hands and mind
capturing a time gone
for a pretty hand painted cup
a collectible or a relic from the past

I love the old dishes
what stories they could tell
I imagine their history
oh, I could write a poem about old dishes

things from times long passed
inspire

Halloween Roaming

 

They have been waiting for Halloween,
for when the dead, zombies and such can be seen;
some walk oddly- and to one side they careen,
their decaying bones a disturbing moss green !

And here come the vampires to walk with us,
sometimes, these blood suckers even take the bus;
they serve no real purpose- quite useless and superfluous,
I am

Roaming Tabletop

roaming tabletop 
persian’s taste for dainty things
the french-pressed coffee
soft black fur prowling tea cups
be careful kitty, it’s hot

Gray Clouds Roaming

I hear a rustling in the leaves
 As the wind huffs and heaves
 A storm is coming ever near
 A rustling in the leaves I hear

 Gray clouds roam across the sky
  Some leaves swirl up on high
 Thunder rumbles in the dome
 Across the sky gray clouds roam

 The rain will fall for

The Chalice of Night

The Chalice of Night pours dark on the stair
drops of shadows that don't belong there.
Echoes of footsteps--do they signal harm?
Whispers in bushes that push our alarm.

We know spirits like to do their roaming
in quiet darkness or amid murky gloaming.
We feel their breath as it tickles our ear;
murmuring softly, they arouse more fear.

Walking alone on a

Dung Roaming

[Poo and poop... same thing]

                                 *            
See the little beetle how he

Roaming Thoughts

In the darkened twilight
My thoughts roam.
Even tho i bleed the same color,
Cry the same salty tears,
my appearance to some is different,
And yet, thought of as less than....
Educated by the same system,
Speaking the same language,
And yet, you still don't hear me.

With naked eyes, I see clearly,
As your blinders make you believe
You see all..... You know all;
Your

Roaming In Nature

                        Oh, I just like to roam,
            into a forest hued with green;
  where the trees have created a roof

Roaming

I
What weather will welcome roaming?
Any, if it's sunny, she says
Off they go, Thomas Hardy tales recalling ...
Roaming the veld, let me count the ways -

II
If we were cattle, we would range
If we were bandits we would rove -
No roots in "Rome," that's strange?
R O A M, it's a word for today, by Jove!

III
Students would read

Roaming In the Gloaming

Although we're isolated in our homes
We still take leisurely drives in the gloamin'
Absolutely no contact
It's in the contract
No matter how far away from home we roam

Roaming the Sky

Chased by the playful winds

frightened clouds are roaming the sky


while


the blooming fields are watching them

as they hurriedly pass by!  









© Demetrios Trifiatis
      21 March 2020

Stray Dog Roaming

Oh, where did you come from? The sad sight of you 
     breaks my heart in two. I see that you're lost, 
            scared, disheveled and emaciated.

     You wander from street to street, town to town

Roaming

Scathing sheaves of love diverge endlessly,
O, yet I propound to despair of simplicity,
While watching the loving dances to jive,
Beneath dew resolute to heartbreak survive.

I climb above wintry storms into the Pagan realms,
Holding the torches of burning desire, 
Looking for a cure to sweep me away,
Away from this heartburn and the embers of fire.

Roam I under

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