Roaming Poems - Poems about Roaming

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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[Poo and poop... same thing] * See the little beetle how he...

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 ...

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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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