Traveler Poems - Poems about Traveler

His soft hiss now rattles the floor, that fanged wandering traveler. Those three knocks upon a red door, his soft hiss now rattles the floor. A vampire welcomed wanted more from this unassuming stranger. His soft hiss now rattles the floor, that fanged wandering traveler....

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It could have been a jester wrapped in shrink wrap or a prince who danced who spoke to me. To go or stay I didn’t know. I didn’t know as I drove to see a friend— we’d just worked together at a store but she left. I followed the signs to a new place. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Trees and parks and rows of houses rolled past...

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Daylight shouts like madman lurking on the roof And I could hear the early morning train from a distance speeding like bullets down the track disturbing the village people with its thundering horn And the sprinklers lying flat on the garden lawn soaked the earth just before the break of dawn and the people could breathe fresh air. They set out...

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In the depths of silence, I have never been able to offer you much, have I, solitary traveler, I cannot brew healing potions for the wounds and scars gathered like memories on your skin, I cannot forge mighty swords to chase away the demons that set your soul ablaze, I cannot weave shields against betrayals that touch you...

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Amid the raging sandstorm by the bank of flowing lava I wait feverishly to hitch a ride upon a galloping herd of unicorns across this breathtaking cosmos… Life, how far will you travel with me? ...

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It is hard to travel in life, without means and without instruments without faith, without knowledge......

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Part III And there I learned the silent truth: The song I broke was whole. It binds all stars, all stones, all souls; A thread that makes us full. To harm but one, is harm to all— A lesson seared in pain. Now I must mend these broken chords And weave the song again. --- Part IV So now I roam, from star to star, My story...

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Part I It is an ancient traveler, Who halts a soul of three. “By Saturn’s rings, why call me now? What tale dost thou decree?” With burning eyes like distant stars, He spoke with voice so grave: “I've sailed beyond where mortals dream, Through realms no soul can brave. A ship of steel, with silver gleam, Did bear us swift and far, Past belts of dust...

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I left my home without a ticket or a purse in search of a special place in the universe; I met all kind of people on the way but wisdom kept me from going astray, a man in his prime wave American dollars in front of me and another tells me that he is my...

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The weary traveler seeks a place to rest He wandered past and found a stately tree Enchanted, sat beneath its shade impressed The wind whispered in his ears to see The beauty of the forest at its best He looked and looked, and felt his soul in glee With heart content, he started soft to hymn And told...

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Widsith the Far-Traveler, Part III ancient Anglo-Saxon poem loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch I was also with Eormanric for many years, as long as the Goth-King availed me well; he gave me six hundred shillings of pure gold beaten into a beautiful neck-ring! This I gave to Eadgils, overlord of the Myrgings and my protector when I returned home, a precious adornment for...

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Widsith the Far-Traveler, Part II ancient Anglo-Saxon poem loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Hrothulf and Hrothgar, uncle and nephew, for a long time kept a careful peace together after they had driven away the Vikings' kinsmen, vanquished Ingeld's spear-hordes, and hewed down at Heorot the host of the Heathobards. Thus I have traveled among many foreign lands, crossing the earth's breadth, experiencing both goodness...

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Widsith was a traveling minstrel who "sang for his supper" but may have been prone to exaggeration... Widsith, the Far-Traveler, Part I of III anonymous Old English/Anglo-Saxon poem, circa 680-950 AD loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Widsith the wide-wanderer began to speak, unlocked his word-hoard, manifested his memories, he who had travelled earth's roads furthest among the races of men—their tribes,...

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My omnipresent spirit observes man's zonal realms In star-studded cast of aureoles...a diverse culture in motion, Which alights into Borealis songs, their haunting lore, their generational rites And through sacred Mystery , I connect with their melting pot of eras Designed by one Galactic handiwork-- moons, stars planets circling around Milky Way, ever vibrant... And my light pulses with them,...

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My pupils widened, and my eyesight became unclear with a glazing blur. This happens every time I travel, warped to a new destination and cast across dimensions of the earth. I have so much knowledge and understanding about the workings of the world, that I’m ready to share light years’ worth of information and express...

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