Wanderer Poems - Poems about Wanderer

... Oh, the beauty found in this tender race, When walls crumble, revealing its truest face, With all the wrinkles in its right place The raw, the fragile, and all the flaws we'll come to learn to l......Read the rest...

... The cobalt mind of ancient mariner of the seven seas, the surfing sailor tosses on the waves of youthful life, rolls on the curled crests with the splintered moon, drawn into dark agony trough......Read the rest...

...Oh, land of yearning, soil of the pandemic, Across your bereaved fields, a lone wanderer carries His tattered garment of helplessness, In his steps echoes the cry of the land that cannot comprehen......Read the rest...

...rushing clear, wild, and free I am a tumbling mountain stream this perpetual motion I'm addicted to from now on, I'm warning you whatever I reach for to hold onto I'll honor, I'll cherish, then ......Read the rest...

..."I am nobody," the whispering breeze, A silent echo among the trees. Who are you, in this vast expanse? A solitary soul, or part of the dance? "I am nobody," the stars reply, A flicker of ligh......Read the rest...

... “Upon Waking” Slumber has its upsides while the outside runs around like a split fowlyard, cacophonous pecking at each other and at the ground… Elsewhere, like d......Read the rest...

...Oh, a shadow of the being in the tattered drapes of day, You play upon the stage of the world with a smile borrowed from another vision. You are a dancer in the whirl of human bustle and retreat, ......Read the rest...

...As I was set to go out on my horse One eve, despite pleads to stay from my course, Prone I was to take my hat from the rack, A whirlwind crested from the dusty tract, Lifting dead leaves from......Read the rest...

...No one is willing to answer my phone calls unfortunately Nobody cares to save me or love me deliberately I’m sorry, this is how I tremendously feel But, of course, obviously, it’s no big deal N......Read the rest...

...“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 lif......Read the rest...

...Through the shadow of thought and shards of questions, Where the soul dances among constellations, Stretches in burning silence the difference, That separates through valleys and peaks - a him fro......Read the rest...

...Whisperer of the ancient tales, Breath of the Earth that gales. Daylight's gentle breeze, And dark night's howling trees. Bearer of seeds and carrier of scents, Sculptor of dunes and herald of......Read the rest...

...I lost you with the passing of the years; You disappeared into the chaos of life but, for a time, you were the bedrock of mine and the hero of my story. Confused and without guidance, I strug......Read the rest...

... In the quiet of the morning's embrace, Where whispers of dawn softly trace, I find solace in the gentle hue, Painted by the sun, breaking through. In the tender touch of a lover's hand, A l......Read the rest...

...On crimson sands, beneath a rusty sky, A figure walks, and a cloak of fireflies high. The Red Cloak of Mars, a legend whispered low, Through canyons vast, where ancient secrets flow. Is it a he......Read the rest...