Short Nomad Poems
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caress me delicately
as my fragile skin pulsate
nomadic with each touch
a discovery
23/05/2011... 13:50
They say, home is where the heart is.
But, what of those who carry their heart,
Never to leave it behind?
Nomads forever are they.
How can you live a vagrant life,
Sleeping anywhere you lay your head?
Has anyone never said building appreciation,
Starts by owning your own bed.
No place to call a home,
never putting down roots.
Navigating the world,
not knowing where or when.
Novel way to live life,
namely gypsy life-style.
Not the life I would choose.
4/29/17
a Pleaides
(Rhymes written in a
Travel Diary book.)
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Now be at peace:
Opt fond surprise,
Make play meet ease;
Ask for joy wise,
Dance with fun please!
Leon Enriquez
10 June 2018
Little Bay, Sydney
My soul longs for a place I can't remember. I never feel like I'm home. One life to the next, wandering aimlessly...searching. Wanting to go home. Hoping it will be soon. Waiting for the events that mark the day to transpire.
He carries his life inside a backpack;
Tumbleweed rolling off beaten track.
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Syllables checked at HMS
Date written: 03/03/2023
A wanderer travelling in the abyss
Saffron blinding the mist
Blue covering the mighty
A tender wave decluttering the mosaic of rainbow
A deep dive into the green
Pondring into the white
Before black took over the spotlight
Where the wings flapped before goodbye
Nomad fought for a fabled gap in the skies, adrift.
Seeking solace in the unknown, a soul to uplift
The sun casts an even brighter sphere in the air.
Guiding the wanderer with a gentle flare.
Ravens fly into the void, tearing sadness apart.
Their wings, a symbol of hope, ignited the heart.
It's heartbreaking,
watching the clouds part.
The city is burnt down,
there is nothing left to go back to.
The warrior must move on.
For she is a nomad.
...destined to be alone forever.
Only her pen will feel her pain,
and her paper will hear her confessions,
...she likes it that way,
and that is the way it'll stay.
Wandering barefoot through the world
Nomad Child leaves the horror far behind
In a shattered village where no birds sing
Only dimly remembering his mother’s face
And his father’s smile
Nomad Child, the wind whispers in your ear
Soft sounds to soothe away your fears
And turn your nightmares into dreams
Sleep soundly, Nomad Child
“The Nomad”
The nomad in wants to go get up and
Get right and go make some money around
A beach. The breach breathes the salty air. Cant you taste it in there?
Not if she has a fever of 105 degrees again and we have to come back.
The nomad blends in well almost like he loses himself when in others
Im just so sure being the shadow man to save ones that are in side
Lambent
Lychee leaf lambent
lilac layered loadstone ledge
lachrymose lagoon
Maze
Milky moonlight maze
mystic marvel magnet moults
magic mother’s muse
Nomads
Nightingale nurtures
nonplussed nomads nestling near
nascent neon nooks
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Sponsor - Jenish Somadas
Date submitted - 26th July 2020
Alphabets in sequence - L,M,N
Just a stranger in a strange land
A thousand miles of desert sand
With only the stars to guide me
And a thirst for life inside me
The moon eclipsed the desert air
Then from my lips a silent prayer
Enlightenment I do beseech
The precipice that I might reach
No boundaries that I can see
This desert wind has set me free
A wanderer without a home
A thousand miles for me to roam
I could drive until the sun went down.
I could run until the the moon disappeared underneath the ground.
I'd still be in the exact same place.
I could crawl over mountain tops.
I could walk through farming crops.
But getting anywhere, wouldn't leave one trace.
I guess I'll always be here.
I'll always come back.
Because, there's always something new to fear.
And the phobia is better if I just keep on track.
To the North, To the South
To the Left, To the Right
Only God Exists
His breath enters every portal
of being
I close my eyes in dark, starless realms
He glides within
Endless Sun of dreams
illumine the path, veins, arteries
radiating from my heart
Connect us to a higher Highway
above the fruited plain
swirling red dust of our
bones, teeth, marrow
barren desert mirages
God, Beloved Self
the wandering is over
take us home forever
Nomad
It’s Old news to girlfriends
And former wives
I’ve been flying solo
All of my life
It wasn’t just them
I hadn’t stayed with
There were many a friend
And old acquaintance
Didn’t realize then
As I do today
I’m a nomad at heart
Who’ll stray over stay
I also know now
It’s freedom I need
Free to move on
Free to be free
I’m happy this way
It’s simple
You see
I’m happy alone
And happy with me
By Bill MacEachern
03/26/2021
im a nomad in this land of the devils dust
im a nomad not a soul no not one i can trust
im a rogue on a road i lost all my perspective
and reality is nothing more than tangled objectives
im a nomad bleeding in this land of lust
inhaling the toxins from the devils dust
my tears are like boulders
burdens heavy on my shoulders
and pain is unbearable
equally un-shareable
oh take me oh take me i can not endure
how can living like this feel so insecure