Vagabond Poems - Poems about Vagabond

vagabond hiku

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

Where Is Home?

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

The Vagabond

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.

Life's A Vagabond

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.

Vagabond Your Choice V

"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

VAGABOND

"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

Vagabond

“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

Vagabond

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

Vagabond

“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

Vagabond

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.

Vagabond

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

Vagabond

"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

Vagabond

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,

Vagabond

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

Vagabond

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

• Short Vagabond Poems
• Famous Vagabond Poems
• Best Vagabond Poems
• Read Vagabond Poems
• Long Vagabond Poems
• Vagabond Quotes