Vagrant Poems - Poems about Vagrant

Commitment Dealing with the adversity Staring  into complacency The fact that they lie is the majority The moment the truth is an obituary We stress to test our humanity To see if we have morality But we dont know our own limits So we underestimate our competency The severity of your impunity Derived from the clarity...

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The waves are restless in their testimony... a Winslow Homer portrait of shifting shapes and size. So utterly rhythmic and mighty in their ceremony as they swallow the golden shore then form to rise. The indigo-green waters emerge into a song of pulsating rapture, as the afternoon sun filtered through towering spires. With each cascade of depth and shallow I resolve to be...

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Memories are expensive spent on looking back Unpaid moments lost in time debts for what we lack Overdue nostalgia debiting supreme Clouded statements left unrhymed —mortgaging our dreams (Dreamsleep: May, 2023)...

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Vagrant thoughts Hang about the corners Of my mind Idly tormenting each other Daring At least one To take hold Take shape Cast a shadow On the unknown. ©4/19/2023 Writing Contest - 'V' Words Poetry Contest Constance LaFrance - sponsor...

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During day, mind is clogged By a thousand thoughts A pot of marbles upturned On attempting to sweep them together They slip and slither Running this way and that way At night, after their vagrant wanderings They come back to roost ......................... if not insomniac!...

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Of towers and castles this land can account None can eclipse this Acronian Mount A donated token from cardinal minds Fools of their worth, this city reminds Whose former professors were junkies and crooks For genius impermanent luck he mistook Oblivious yet, he outfaced the arena Th’Academy—nation of pallas Athena Their reason remote like art to the blind Discussions ascended, yet he was behind Potential...

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I chanced upon a vagrant word beside an idle railroad track its campfire fueled by burning books it asked:"Is poetry coming back?" I shrugged, acknowledging my doubt unable to assuage its fear we listened in the setting sun for that distant train not coming near. Curling in their darkened dream cindered pages slow took flight ripped from bindings memory of humming rails and fevered write. Two hobos...

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Hell's music taunts his hooded lie Condemns his fingers fretful glee This vagrant lust that will not die Nor feed his longing to be free Cold tremor of long deadened strings Hell's music taunts his hooded lie Refutes the truths to which he clings His voice an empty, faded sigh Cold wind - a graveyard's soulless cry Vibrations of death's haunting hum Hell's music taunts...

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Taxied to the terminal. The fare paid, vagrants begged for alms, some too drunk to care. Shrunken faces, weather beaten, they played a sad tune of which I was unaware. Some had the means, even possessed the fare to transport them to towns with better care. I passed the huddled poor, stepped on the bus, took my seat at a window facing...

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Vagrant lover: You were my first my last.There shall never be another you.You are a lifetime you are my life. We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly. You are a crazy vagrant lover. My heart is crazy in your love. I have recognized as to who you...

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Child vagrant of the world Of the parks Of the arches Of the wet ravines You grasp from the wind Stories and thoughts And talk to yourself About what’s not anymore For friends? You have the pigeons And for a roof? You have the stars You walk to places Obscure to us Your steps guided By hunger and by the moons Wandering in the world You grasp songs and laments From...

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Like the fog She melts Into the wilderness Never to come Back. Like the snow She drifts, Crossing horizons Settles at Home. Like the storm She floods, All that is inside, Comes pouring Out. Like the grass She stays, Stops, Looks and Wanders off....

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a vagrant sky nods goodbye — brushstrokes of pink and blue pastels 2/6/2018...

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Return to me O vagrant Muse, Inspire my thoughts and don't refuse. Where is my poet's inspiration ? I've lost that bright imagination. No couplet, ode, nor sonnet – gone My creative spark that drives me on. Ideas, invention sadly lacking, No metaphors, I must be slacking. Did Keats and Wordsworth suffer thus ? Maybe I'm making too much fuss. A sea of white, the...

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I'm a Zen vagrant in this world of a like minded river overflowing no thought of banks...

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