Short Nomadic Poems
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caress me delicately
as my fragile skin pulsate
nomadic with each touch
a discovery
23/05/2011... 13:50
Nomadic waters travel
Across the world for free and
Never speak of their travels;
They keep their secrets.
Sad cacti envy
my nomadic mystery
wanderer
leaving no traces
of ever
having been
there
©9/23/2018
for LATE SEPTEMBER 2018 PREMIERE CONTEST
lonely wanderer
on the transcendental trail ~
tracking peace of mind
13.01.22
Haiku Contest Inspired By Basho Only Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Damned I-Be
Searching for life's deepest mysteries
folly of madmen and poets
The madman's search, sporadic
the poet's, nomadic ~
the mysteries, enigmatic
. Nomadic whispers
North winds speak to the great plains
Warnings of winter
ambulatory itinerant vagabond
nomadic nuisance
feared by some
adored by others
wayfaring wood tick
travels on white tail deer
enjoying his journey and beast’s blood
I'm a wild nomadic rocker
stratocaster guitar is my one true friend
~ trailblazing through this lifelong journey
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
bread
edible, necessary
nurturing, sustaining, supporting
sourdough, wheat; big top, entertainment
laughing, clowning, applauding
nomadic, enjoyable
circuses
written January 14, 2022
It was a turf war.
The moon was booby-trapped
by clouds.
*
An electronic
claws holds you to the
chest of night.
*
From flesh
to flesh, I surrender
my nomadic spirit.
Satish Verma
The Native of the Streets
I am the native of the streets
Alien among people
Like lost cows
On the hand of fulanis
I am the four cardinal points
That set on everyone forehead
By
Ajeyemi Wasiu .A.
Fulanis ( Nomadic people)
Nomadic rivers ramble;
Gathering up souvenirs;
Memories of their travels;
A lifetime cherished.
Written 3-11-19
For: "MARCH 19 ,ANY FORM OR NONE,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 8 (E I G H T) lines Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Two planet suns
Revolving around
Space and time
Lock in this sacred
Dance of eternity
More than one earth
To share with mankind
Still, we are nomadic
Hunters and gatherers
Where is thy faith?
How shall I start?
Now, we must pray
To more than one God
Janus-faced, Jekyll and Hyde—ever revealing, ever concealing,
Uncompromising, stubborn yet humble and yielding
Notoriously sly yet sunny; playful and youthfully mature,
Ephemeral in spirit, fickle in love, nomadic in nature.
~June 8th
~08/08/2015
Nomadic memories
nurtured in mind's eye as
necrotic curtains part.
Naive sanguine beliefs
nourish scrutiny 'til
novelty rendered moot.
Nirvana was falsehood.
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(C) John C Michaels, 30th April 2017
For the "Pleiades N" contest sponsored by Kim Merryman.
(3rd Place)
"Sacred Moan(s) 2"
ruthless desire
a declaration of faith
warm and soft
plausible deep moan
to the solemnly pucked
with pipe in plume
sing out, nomadic performer
and make delight that softly a wait
utter into places , intense fervor of body
give enthusiasm to the soul~
aka:lyricvixen
Form:
When Bayt lahm guttured Bait lehem,
no bagels and baguettes are baked.
As hummus and labneh melting down,
prickly grapes grown in Golan Heights,
Awakened Elchanan terminated Goliath.
Raising Rachel tribes of nomadic life,
goes to a mysterious hypogeum.
The underground chamber,
forefather of Hebron and Nablus.
Stones crash and shatter
Architecture annihilated
Atrophy lie their empire
Fated souls separated
Nomadic in pursuit
Forlorn hearts in quest
Amour of absolute
A lifetime possessed
Dimensions of eternity
They cry into space
Dreaming of a fantasy
Fading memory of an embrace
A fated meeting binds them whole
Two halves, of one soul
Moth and mist kiss her lips
her loneliness from the dark dew
And how she grips nomadic clouds
As if that was her only foist.
I ache for their sighs and songs
her strong want to embrace the welkin
But when she reached the tempest
It hugs her deeper than my embrace.
Written: October 16, 2022
Nomadic moon was roaming
in the maddened fear of night.
A wordless journey in silent dark.
Betonica
for a painless being,
sustains the blues of separation.
An inverted green
puts the roots upward
to send a message.
Fear breaks the bones
to mould the claws.
There was no oblique answer.
Nobody was blameless.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Pale candlelight shatters the darkness,
scatters the faint shadows all around
like flickering silhouettes in a stream,
like ripples longing to make a sound.
Tonight, nomadic stirrings push me on
to be away for a while on my own.
Promises, for now, cannot tie me down.
I must go, I walk fastest when I'm alone.
A Fugitive
Fugitive
wandering, nomadic
escaping, eluding, absconding
frightened alone seeking sanctuary
Refugee
Written by Jill for Julia Ward’s
Fugitive contest, any form
Coronavirus strikes the earth
Headstones rise in Satan's curse
Invading life with every breath
Nomadic in its deadly quest
America its target goal
Silently to take control
Pray for all who breathe the air
Lives are lost in solitaire
Apprehension rules the land
Grieving souls can't understand
Unrestrained there is no cure
Earth may loose this viral war
that crab nip
upon fingertips
as sunlight tilts his hat
and nighttime makes his start
drinking liquid
from the passing breeze
unanticipated tremble of the knees
Squawked yawn as seagull retires
and sound swathes
its way
through quicksand air
Slip your chill
past neckline
nomadic course down spine
Wrap your silk cotton
darkness around
safe but unsound
unfound
There's a gentle echo in my brain,
whispering low and long,
"I'm one, I'm all."
What I hear I must heed and obey,
I'll follow the skyline's
silent call.
Now, I'm aching, dying to return
to where at last my
nomadic soul
may find its almost forgotten self
and, yes, once again
be truly whole!