Vagabond Poems - Poems about Vagabond

dear vagabond dazzled by wanderlust . . . blind to my tears...

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Our hearts romanticize the vagabond. To walk away from all that brings you down. It’s true we’re free to get up and be gone. In search of new horizons to be found. Always snipping at the ties that bind us And doing all you would just as you may. Worries can all just be left behind us. ‘Cause in the morn we...

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Rose petals blown By North wind sing Drift to and from. As the twig sways Blown gush of win Flowers falling. Ripe red apples Eaten by birds As reapers watch. Dried leaves afloat Flowing stream Going to sea....

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Find your own waves In the sea or in the sky Don't mix emotion While floating in mid air Go with the flow As you wander why Life is a vagabond In this flowing stream....

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"If one has no planned destination - One can never be lost" ~~The Poet~~ It was in the early winter when the frost had come before the snow. That’s the time that we would see him, with his happy glow. He called himself a Vagabond, an old man of the earth. He said his stories made him his...

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"When thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength; a fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth." Genesis 4:12 of the King James Bible Wandering nowhere Weary to find home worn-out and anxious worried, guilty of waywardness from God… Willful, soul feels worthless as faith wavers, seeking way to the Lord… Watchful for wisdom, I'm welcomed to… Where God wants me… Win! April...

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“In chaotic times the madness of the drifter mind follows the footprints of the vagabond dreams”- Quote by poet The blue hills cascaded down the verdant slopes in the rhythmic ripples of the tinted topography, cradled the charisma of the humming hamlet that once harbored my home and my dreams. With the...

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Poetry is like medication, in each release of expression, there is healing - Poet. In the realms of lost childhoods, where demons prey upon the defenceless - no one hears your screams. I wandered spiritless, like an abdicated soul, renouncing my existence. But the pain kept me alive. I was an unknown vagabond, forgotten and begotten, within an eerie mist of misunderstanding. Sly shadows with...

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“Wandering through empty and crowded streets with no destination in sight and sleeping under the sky with the fire burning inside was my life, the life of a vagabond. Survival is a funny game and life is an endless odyssey for survival” ~ By Poet Homeless, a wanderer all his life. An orphan, he...

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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; under starlit sky and in morning light the traveller finds solitary refuge on the neverending road. ...

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I have lived a life in vagabond shoes aimlessly wandering without direction and have wondered about all I could lose from the weeping of dangling imperfection Still, I've journeyed across unseen places and dared to go where others would not go seeking beauty in green untamed spaces to see the new horizon's brighter glow I've seen red hanging from the sky's valance when the...

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"The Vagabond life is the logical life to lead if one seeks the intimate knowledge of the world we are seeking." Richard Halliburton The vagabond walked down my street. He was a pleasure to meet. He told me how far he had come, And how he enjoyed living like a bum. In Africa, he found where the Nile River began, Located...

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Quote: “Artist by nature, actor by instinct, poet by accident, and vagabond by choice”. --Don Blinding I am a vagabond of heart, destined to roam, My wandering soul finds solace far from home. On urban trails, my footsteps stray, And there, my friend, the tumbleweed, holds sway. Together, we tumble, roll, and meander,...

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Genesis 4:12 (KJV) “When thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength; a fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth.” Yesterday spreads its wings… Across the timeless expanse of broken dreams, Graceful as the southern drawl, Resting in the softest lullaby, Pouring out light on overcast hearts, Remembering to breath hope into the...

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It all started when I moved to the West Coast And lived on a San Francisco Street called Post. An experience on Post Street forever changed my life. Until then, I did not realize that my heart was lost. Nevertheless, I found my heart in the soul of a vagabond. I was a believer, but too blind and busy 'to...

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