Travellers Poems - Poems about Travellers

We are all travellers, moving through time, walking roads we did not choose, carrying stories no one fully knows. Life gives us no map, only moments some soft as morning light, some heavy as storms. We meet people along the way, some stay, some leave, some become memories before we are ready. We build, we lose,...

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Turn around on your journey, friend, and look back to this hill I occupy, arms raised...hello? goodbye? Silhouette on your horizon but now the sun is high. My travellers are all strung out on dusty roads and highways. Not surprised,...

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They still label us as gipsies and tinkers but it is them with the blinkers everyone is a migrant and our culture is vibrant let us not forget about Treblinka 23rd February 2021...

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We, the travellers Many people when they get elderly travel the world to see famous places and other cultures. When they die, they will have no recollection of the travels. I have been to every country that has a seaport, working long hours, it was dark when I got up and dark when the toil was over. I might as...

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You stank, and poo was once revealed when pants were pulled in playing field. Hard round briquettes, quite dry, like dung with straw sun-hard and undigested. All kinds of unkind taunts and silly songs were sung and rumour did the rounds of Traveller’s goings on in dog-bark fenced compound. Nothing known, but always just...

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I’m at my piano like Mercury Trying to write a grand sweet song It’s already painted in the windows I’m copying off the stars Don’t give up on us my Lord I can pray all night long Cry an ocean for You I can see the Milky Way when I look down from my flying carpet We’ll call number by number I...

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Some fly in their jumpsuits, others are thrown naked to a place where thoughts are fig leaves. A few conjugate dots of light into a body-language. Many shoot off like toothpaste from a tube, tugging slinky bodies behind them. Star charts are parochial, they map the contours of rumpled sheets. Some run in the park with sleeping dogs. Such travelers are hummingbirds riding rodeo bulls, New...

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We are all travellers to destiny, on the unknown highway of life. Some roll in glassy tortoise shells. Others move as simple chameleons. Still others fly in dead birds in sky; and also swim as frogs in cages. If you travel in tortoise shells, do not splash mud on chameleons. Birds of the air, honor those below. Whatever they are to you, love them. If...

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The Travellers Promise I will wander from the path enter the wild wood deliberate in that great unknown Not ever look back draw my fingers over kind bark inhale a thousand things and thread there lightly in silent respect Listening carefully to the breath, the song of the wind I will fear no shadows or long forgotten histories nor change my way nor alter...

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I remember you You told me you were a time travellor. I fell in love with you anyway. Without you time meant nothing to me. I knew time travel was a fantastic imagination gone wild.. But I was infatuated even if I did not believe you. To prove it. You asked me where in...

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I was born to move, bound by momentum destined to wander, beckoned by distance. I reject chains. They corrupt like venom. Never to be slowed or misled by assistance. If I am weary, I will rest for a night, lay down, my mind free to dream and explore. But I will wake ready, before first light;...

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Came to this country little suitcase in hand For a better life in this wonderful land Pockets were sort of empty but he mentally planned 7 days of school-work as he desperately could, To send money back to care for his family Found a Haitian princess to live ever happily Then something happened I came about gradually But actually, I was second in line My...

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The gypsies’ caravans, Not welcome in our town, Had parked and settled down, Appeared to have no plans, Were shouted at by grans, Disliked for their renown. They called them tramps and thieves, Not having an address, And said they’d leave a mess; I thought they’d read tea leaves, Wear clothes with fancy sleeves - Was wrong I must confess. They left the site a dump; And people...

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