Traveler Poems - Poems about Traveler

The 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.

The Traveler Card

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

The Traveler and his Purse

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

In the depths of silence, I have never been able to offer you much, have I, solitary traveler

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

The Space Traveler

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?

FRAGILE TRAVELER

      




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

The Rime of the Cosmic Traveler cont

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.


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Part IV
So now I roam, from star to star,
My story

The Rime of the Cosmic Traveler

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

The Traveler

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

Traveler's hymn

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

Widsith the Far-Traveler, Part III, translation of the ancient Anglo-Saxon poem

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

Widsith the Far-Traveler, Part II, translation of the ancient Anglo-Saxon poem

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

Widsith the Far-Traveler, Part I, translation of the ancient Anglo-Saxon poem

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,

Time Traveler

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,

Time Traveler

(Onam is Kerala’s state festival based on the belief of the annual visit of Mahabali, the legendary king of the land, now an occupant of the netherworld.)

I am Mahabali, the king who ruled the land of Kerala. 
Now a Time Traveler from the netherworld.
I loved my land and my people as best as I could
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