Short Drifter Poems
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Solitary hour
Momentarily adrift
Armchair traveler
Transitory decades pass
Silently animated.
for but a moment
the moon shall rest on the sea
drifting with the tide
Written for Raul's contest.
I love that picture Raul -
Moving on is a process.
Letting go is a action,
so u must first move on and once u done
tht u forget,
y u did it in the first place.
This is drifter will.
Before me is an endless road,
At a crossroads truth be told.
I shall wander to and fro,
Not knowing where I will go.
An aimless drifter to atone,
To find a place he calls home.
Shallow roots, always thumbing a ride on a breeze
A natural born drifter, the west wind is your ticket
A nomad's heart and a gypsy soul
Form:
Getting to tomorrow
on stairs of yesterday
Each tread of my reluctance
on risers of today
Promising me nothing
but wisdom from afar
Chasing reams of broken dreams
— adrift among the stars
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
Maintaining his distance,
Dylan felt safe
A musical drifter
not born for one place
His words once released,
to live on their own
The road calling windward
—far from his home
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
Four o´clock in the morning.
Cold, alone and trying to sleep.
The bench at the railroad ticket office serves as the old boy cradle,
covered just by all the whole dreams of his life as a cooing blanket.
There lies The Drifter
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meandering
hills and hillocks
the autumn orb
casts its golden glow
across paved paths
the ones less traveled
circumnavigating
childhood memories
borrowed backroads
in the sinews of my heart
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on August 19, 2020
thrown back
amidst the liar's ruin
weathered with the reins
wrapped around his hand
pressed on
over dusk flooded fields
should it never lift
and drown the thistle
heard still
phantom hoovesteps pounding
as the drifter accursed
takes flight and is gone
Form:
Being free, the fun felt good
Clouded, altered, a long way from home
Hoofed on many roads chosen
And- all about places known
From which to go onward, and roam
Being a drifter, wandering by foot
After all these past years yonder
Still remembering old times wander
I'm drifting by on a escalator
spinning in circles like a fan belt.
everyones floating by and
I can't remember what I felt.
My life is teen tv show and
I can't remember what happened yesterday.
So how am I supposted to conversate
when I cant remember people from today.
he floated in mid air
feet never touching ground
refusing responsibility
for his destiny
a drifter
open to anything
a puppet
never occurring to him
he could
at any moment
grab the reins
AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on March 25, 2019
Hovering onward
Peaceful, and courtly
Gorgeous, somewhat large
Soar'ng, ever so lordly
Informal feathered friend
This birdie fly
In a cheerful, breezy high
Within misty, sky fogs
Untamed vigor
Beautiful drifter
Greatness of feathers
Shimmering and golden
For a Swan life, beholden
Drifter, vagabond
On the run from his phantom
Nipping at his heels
Shadow in the night
Slipping through the crevices
Of his own two minds
Past the rolling hills
Splashing ‘cross the black river
Into the new world
Men with winged shoulders
Gliding through the mystic clouds
Mutants rapt in smog
coolest ecstasies
high noon sun was most cruel
vibrant leaves fall down
the breeze has found me
after searching all the world
among the late blooms
all the season's best
happened in a single day
birds sang in shadows
eternal drifter
underneath the turquoise skies
cool autumn surprise
I learned the lesson “let the buyer beware”
When I didn’t have that much money I could spare,
Took by an itinerant grifter
Who was quite a likeable drifter
He took me for a ride and didn’t even care!
written January 13, 2022
for "Latin Lessons Poetry Contest"
sponsored by Margarita Lillico
Hovering onward, peaceful and courtly
Gorgeous, somewhat large, soar'ng ever lordly
An informal feathered friend, birdie fly
Completely in a cheerful, breezy, high
Misty fogs, the stars, an untamed vigor
So staggering, a beautiful drifter
Greatness of feathers, shimmering golden
Grand new respect for the life, beholden
Emotional drifter ....
Always moving
From place to
Place
Emotional drifter ....
Never staying in
One place for
Very long
Emotional drifter ....
Never able to
Find you
Emotional drifter ....
Your never in the Same
Place twice
Emotional drifter ....
Wish that you would
Stay in the same place
With me forever
Emotional drifter ....
In ethereal darkness
A soul drifted in celestial comfort
Content in a cosmic void
Elysian in it's astral slumber
Then, a match struck the spark
And light tore the blackness asunder
Senses scream into his mind
Lungs draw the first breath
Lips cry out to the sky
A beautiful and traumatic gift
Given to the satisfied
Sensation enveloping, ever relentless.
Form:
Peace in the garden,
And she smells of the rose;
Shes's dreaming.
Dark eyed drifter,
She's got eyes like a rose;
Like velvet...
Hale sweet dreamer,
She's got eyes like a rose;
And captivating!
Lying limp and lovely,
In repose-
A kiss awaiting.
Doves above milady,
She's got eyes like a rose;
So dramatic...
Lying in scented garden
Of deep repose,
She's dreaming...
I have no stable home,for this I roam.
I travel light,only walk when the sun is bright.
Coast to coast my spirits high,other transportation I never try.
People stop and they go.
The path I take where I end I never know.
Not bad,nor sad,just glad I'm hanging on to a world unknown.
For this I roam.
Contest=''I Roam''
written by,Kacey Greenlee
kaceymike29
sponsored by,Drake Eszes
Mr Curveball was a drifter visiting from left field
Mr Curveball only stayed long enough to be a fleeting thought,
a brain sneeze, his presence often indicated by frowns,
robotic owls looking around, he was a head scratch,
fingers on a chin, occasionally rubbing slowly
invisibly introduced as a spaghetti of oddity until he moved on
- a man dressed as a question dressed as a man undressed
I am a
lone moon drifter--
My dreams of light
comes to life at night...
I peek up
at the moon at dawn
to realize so soon
her light is gone within
a yawn.
Strangely,
my sorrow
relies on the moonlight
tomorrow--
to get me through another day.
I've followed the winds of aspirations,
heard their sighed exasperations...
I look forward to what all
of the lunar poets have to say.
What does it take to be a hero?
Is it the power?
Is it the cape?
Is it the look?
Is it the responsibility?
Or do we want somebody to be our hero?
Somebody to look up to?
Some one that well be there for me & u?
Is it because when we are weak our hero well care for us?
Love us in a special way?
Or maybe because we can't understand why our hero would risk his Life for us?
So do we all have a hero?