Traveller Poems - Poems about Traveller

... Angels are unable to handle these 'Sylvia Plath' sorrows, hiding their halos - mute to my concerns. Love has abandoned me, left me to decay in an open grave, where flesh eating insects ......Read the rest...

... Once upon a time a tamed was born free the tamed roamed in his home so free the tamed enjoyed every moment and soon he was considered too free, too free, to be born, too free to be strong, too......Read the rest...

...Beyond the grave of Beni Blue was an aging twisting branching Yew Young Beni liked to play and hide as he did the day he died In a forgotten graveyard corner it grew hiding a doorway known by ......Read the rest...

...I can suddenly see the future. I am now a time traveller.......Read the rest...

...His dad was a Commercial Traveller Who went to work in a suit and tie Didn’t have that weathered complexion From daily working under open sky. They lived last house in Mill Row The village schoo......Read the rest...

..."My last voyage A great leap in the dark" That is the thought of any traveller Some wander off track Vagabond and aimless. Others set out with an aim They prefer to keep veiled Several never r......Read the rest...

...I can feel it I can hear it I can dream it I can see it day and night, week and week I drown in this bloody sea I die in this ocean of tears I swim in the dead of sorrow the synchronising melod......Read the rest...

... The vagabond hears a nomad's song, his footsteps follow the wind, seeking sweet freedom in the fire of wanderlust, burning chains that would keep him bound in the shadows of doubt; ......Read the rest...

...Whisperer of the ancient tales, Breath of the Earth that gales. Daylight's gentle breeze, And dark night's howling trees. Bearer of seeds and carrier of scents, Sculptor of dunes and herald of......Read the rest...

...I am the traveller with stones in my coat Made opaque by staying nameless Though dark I am not darkness Swallowing the edges of days, overtaking I rinse my dirty fingers in a painted lake Runn......Read the rest...

...The midnight pokes out from under the dirt, navy, with chrome trim, catching the moon’s eye, that Ally Sheedy fringe can’t help but flirt, as her 1970’s Audi stands by… idle, cobwebs spinning on ......Read the rest...

...All the stars and their kingdoms use Christ’s name in error Muttering to themselves “Who is this quiet torchbearer?” “Where did he come from; what place birthed this wise wayfarer?” “How did thi......Read the rest...

...The mind is a traveller, on an earnest quest apart, link road to the innermost, signpost for bold hunch, meaning is a hazy sky, lay-by as mere pause, quietly we trudge in tight bands, but ne......Read the rest...

...glass echoes in ice cold hollows sounds loud but absent to our ear I hear you speaking but see nothing nothing really becoming clear falling transforms the still standing beneath the line I ca......Read the rest...

...He truly loved the Winter shadows of the bluish Sun descending down the wayward hill A gallant blackbird sang the pastures of green The pure conternance of a seasonal traveller Gentle flame ......Read the rest...