Wander Poems

WANDER

WANDER 
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wander wide
heart unbarred—
let the universe
wrap you
in its embrace

The Clumsy City

I wandered on streets of that clumsy city, 
Like a cloud that hangs below the sky,
And sits over the hills, dull and so heavy, 
Then it breaks into tears silently over the night.

The glowing moon stretched through to the dewy grass, 
The crystals shone, the ghost town streets' lights,
My stealthy steps tapped, and maybe echoes

Beauty of imaginations

There’s beauty in imagining great things;
It lights our dark future with hope-filled dreams ~
Visions of peasants ordained to be kings,
And plebeians crowned as queens, so it seems.
It charts dream paths lit by elegant beams.

Imagination hears each scarecrow's groans;
It squeezes water from dry desert stones.
It digs deep oceans in hot desert sand,
Lifting us from known realms

I wander through the labyrinth of silence where echoes of lost desires intertwine

I wander through the labyrinth of silence where echoes of lost desires intertwine,
Searching for meaning in the abyss of thoughts that slip like sand through fingers,
A senseless man, carried by the winds of time, caught in the webs of endless questions,
With a heart like a dried-up well seeking its source in a world forgotten by

What's a Poet To Do?

I sit and ponder, allow my mind to wander
And wonder about what I ponder
Then put pen to paper, begin to scratch and scribble
Hoping endless hoping that someone will read my dribble
And then reading perhaps exclaim
“This poem deserves acclaim”
crickets
Ahh, what’s a poet to do
But ponder through and through
Then wander further afar
Find a wonder so bizarre
And purchase

In your Arms, I Wander

I am the writer, reader, and spectator.
Lying down in your arms, my eyes wander.
Just look into your eyes in quiet solitude;
My tears say all in this interlude.

My small victories—chess and writings,
My journeys to places where I chased my cravings.
You see it all and understand without judging,
Like the few who backed me and keep me hoping.

I

In Wonder I Wander

As from my ivory place, in a while I descend
Carrying a piece of magic and a trace of scent
Quite a time of quietude there I spent
A delight, a light, I have to suspend.

The poet in me yields to live and bond
As I find in mere days a world to be fond
Out of sight I put

I wander through the rust of twilight, carrying your name like a bell

I wander through the rust of twilight, carrying your name like a bell melted in a still-throbbing heart
I don't know if I love you or if my pupils just shine under your uncertain and fragile spell
Thoughts flow like glass birds, colliding, shattering, and piecing back together on the retina in a spiral
Sometimes I hide my

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

Butterfly's Wander

Once upon a time
the old songs were new
On prairies unplanted
invaders were few 

Where rivers rolled onward
no ferries or towns
All riverboat minstrels
new ages impound

The time of the season
unmeasured refrain
And cursed belladonna
tomorrow to reign

As butterfly’s wander
o’er questions unasked
A dark shrouded answer
—  the future unmasks

(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)

My love would sometimes wander, and my thoughts would roam freely

My love would sometimes wander, and my thoughts would roam freely,
far from the one who held them close and gave my love a home.
But I was young and restless, and my heart longed for games,
never thinking of the one I might hurt when my love strayed.
It's said that those who play with fire will sometimes

Let me in my odd orbit drift - 2

A fresh breeze that loves to drape all around,
And give hearty embrace to every heart,
A bird forever of drifting orbit,  
Ready, lifelong and more to meander. 

I drift, to drift is my inane nature,
To me, an inch of movement how so vague
Is better than a mile of intention,
World, called jagat is what moves forever.

In the endless labyrinth of time, we wander like birds without wings

In the endless labyrinth of time, we wander like birds without wings,
In nights unraveling like silk, in days dressed in garments of ice,
We lose ourselves in the shadows of thoughts that swallow us like a merciless sea,
Searching for the hidden light, like a timid sun beyond a distant horizon.
Silences slowly fade in corners of the

In a sea of roses, the ashes of your ghost still wander

In a sea of roses, the ashes of your ghost still wander,
breathing you in deeply, I try to pierce through the veils of time,
but to no avail, only a bitter emptiness fills my weary soul.
Fate tempts me, taunts me with the echo of your voice,
in the dead of night, when sleep refuses to be my

Age and Wander

Dealing with one’s mortality 
Reveals a stark reality 
As you age
You set the stage
For you own finality

Bill Marable
9/17/24 6:39 pm

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