Short Wayfarer Poems
Short Wayfarer Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Wayfarer by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Wayfarer by length and keyword.
Wayfarer warrior of words
never work on wonders
that would bring war to the worlds
I may be lowly human
but I'm high as the birds
Sundown city,
Sunday stranger.
Storm-swept,
neon-dimmed night.
Stranded, solitary,
lonesome wayfarer.
'neath a hollow,
homesick half-light.
I lie in your hands O Death, pray be kind to me,
Fly away breath, set this weary wayfarer free.
~Contest: Your Best Rhyming Couplet #4
~Sponsor: L Milton Hankins.
Since a girl I have rambled,
down green forest paths on hikes;
roaming the woods around home,
wanting to wander beyond.
I . . . a nature wayfarer,
collecting rocks and odd things;
on my walk !
Once I was a preserver
a wayfarer
a maker
but later
you turned me into a useless stargazer
by losing the will of being your tracer
I ceded my kismet on becoming an engraver
I grew to be nothing but a moveless eraser
My garden
once my sanctuary place
where i could breathe, live in the moment
sails me from this earthly reality
to this here and now
holding back
the journey only half done.
for Nette Onclauds's Wandering Wayfarer contest
10/23/25
Whencesoever it comes, thence whithersoever it goes
This never-ending road, Oh, why no one seems to care or know?
So, I pitch my camp by the road-side and quietly repose!
~For a Brian Strand contest
~12/28/12
~"Sijo" contest by Rick Parise.
Nostalgia draws me back
to my old home town
and to the tree-lined park,
so full of memories.
The copper beech still stands
Where we carved our initials.
I wonder where she is today.
24.10.25
Wandering Wayfarer Poetry Contest
Sponsor Nette Onclaud
45 Syllables
Tender tears pass slowly across a cheek.
Emotions leave unchecked.
It is a beginning. It is the end.
Wayfarer, how do you go?
Leave me be but say something.
Anything as my finger touches.
The silky wet.
A journey. A passing.
Try. Stop. I am your just.
Seems pleasant somehow.
I stroll down the sun-dappled trail
under a tranquil canopy of trees,
The scent of blossoming flowers
sets my soul free
persuading me
to set forth anew
on life’s wearying ways.
( Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest: Wandering Wayfarer
Date: 10/22/25
Syllable Count: 45 )
Down old dirt roads, in the densest woods,
Along banks of winding rivers;
Echoes of my childhood,
Send my soul aquiver.
Tree roots intertwine,
Fusing with mine.
Returning Home.
* 'Wandering Wayfarer' Poetry Contest
* Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
* Entered on: 10/22/2025
* Total Syllable Count: 42
Evenings chill lingers
into the blue light
a wayfarer of fine form
dolefully finds himself
A listless man wishes
on brazen stars
burning deep into his dreamy glare
Against the dark elm
the form of a boy is seen
it prevails amongst the darkened skies
He is his own master
forging his destiny
Meet each day well,
Yield to the light;
See that soul dwells,
Taste fond insight;
Intuit and know,
Calm that lives deep.
Wear truth that shows,
Ask for brave leaps;
Yes paves the way,
Feel how joy yields;
Apply fine say,
Reach for a field;
Embrace and sing,
Roads that life brings.
Leon Enriquez
27 August 2014
Singapore
The wayfarer, searching
for the leaf-pains?
fallen from the lone tree.
Some holy script will
tell the angst of the sap,
which would not reach the roots.
A responsible weep,
will divulge your name to?
forest bees, waiting for the moon.
I watch the setting sun
with trepidation.
Night will bring again, the blasts.
Satish Verma
To sleep on gloss-green fields
To relish nature's yields
To feel the gentle breeze
To put my mind at ease
To bask in the bright sun
To savour seasonal fun
.......................................
................................
I'm nostalgic.
Sponsored: Nette Onclaud
Contest title: WANDERING WAYFARER.
Date of poem: 24-10-2025.
A peaceful path some may call a rough road,
In succulent scents--they feel a forebode.
Me--I'm only a drowsy dreamer
pitching pebbles at all troubling times.
Searching skies for lovely rainbows,
climbing clouds above mountaintops.
A wistful wayfarer finding my way
December 15, 2021
rewritten as free verse July 12, 2022
As out the window I saw him, and without asking permission
I fell in love with him,
The butterflies of my heart fluttered,
My conscious disappeared in the deep shadows of his mystery
My heart melted on the flames of lust with blowing winds of fears
My soul filled with so much darkness so much cold,
I became a wayfarer wandering the lands,
Tracing the crumbs of his existing
Raindrops falling
Haven’t seen the morning paper yet
Here are the raindrops
One, two, three..
The headlines must be…
Floods in Mumbai
Don’t go away
Listen to the voices
One, two, three…
Song of the protean wayfarer
Dance of the gypsies
Prancing sluices
Dont go away
Here goes the plangent fiddle too
What a way to water the day..
By: S.Jagathsimhan Nair
i am the golden hero
fighting
slaying men
deep, where the battle rages
in the pale winter field
warriors die all around me
your blue eyes shine
in the green waters
they are watching
they are the eyes of mercy
i am the wayfarer
i rule dark shining towers
where the dead kings
rest in sleeps of peace
their souls
carried by my golden eagles
beyond the seven heavens
Written: October 23, 2025 for contest WANDERING WAYFARER by: Nette Onclaud — 44 Syllables
**************
I escaped the city's strange grasp
Sleek dark spires loom and clasp.
Swirling cloud of a stoic hue,
A velvet breeze that I once knew.
At the zenith, Earth spread vast,
No masks or veils to cloak the past—
just hollow roots to cast
Far from the urban madness
I hear laughter echoing through
the darkening woods
The chuckle of wood elves?
or perhaps some other wayfarer
is drinking in joy from creation
Walking towards the sounds
I inhale deeply of the verdant forest's scents
All I see are trees and small birds
Did I imagine the laughter?
Don't think so
Maybe it is the earth itself
Laughing for pure joy at
the return of spring
Belief is gone
Bereft I linger long after death
No one knows I am gone
Least of all me
What has happened?
Or am I premature?
Is this an epiphany
Or a funeral?
Am I truly gone
Or is this one of those
night terror things?
I walk around like a lost wayfarer,
yet, not walking with feet
but rather flying
from place to place,
satisfied in no way.
I peek at the survivors
Who have no idea
And do I even?
Not really
I am still naked inside.
Beautiful, trace element
is trembling, involuntarily
in infamy.
You live to succumb again.
The halved body does not stir
after the explosion.
Lips were moving without voice.
Tonelessly your feet
melt in the steps of saints.
The wounded sun is born again
in the name of faceless martyrs.
For whom the birds will fly
after a terror strike ?
The sky was asking the wayfarer,
who has betrayed the path ?
Satish Verma
The noise troubles you,
And the silence kills me.
You keep looking for the deserted streets,
And even a single wayfarer brightens up my life.
You find spots with the minimum people in the garden,
I wait for the garden to flood with chirpy voices.
We both die to live in the other's environment,
But we both forget to live in our own worlds.
And may be somewhere in the gap between us,
Someone would be enjoying the best of both worlds!!!
Hold thy hope, happy scene shall come,
To parched and keen, ocean shall come.
Rest nor relax O wayfarer,
Thy dream with joy within shall come.
________________________
Epigram | 09.08.2025 | dream, hope, patience, traveler
Note: Inspired from the original Urdu:
Rakh hauñslaa, voh mañzar bhi ayegaa,
Pyaase ke paas chalkar samañdar bhi ayegaa,
Thak kar na baith O mañzil ke musaaphir,
Mañzil bhi ayegi aur milne kaa mazaa bhi ayegaa.