Wanderers Poems - Poems about Wanderers

The birds, I saw soaring high in the azure sky of the countryside, drifting softly through the air beyond my sight. Over the mountain,veiled in mist where the rivers flow and valleys twist, they might have journeyed. When they were no longer seen, an emotion began to stir, a metaphor of freedom's call to the boundless skies. My heart ached with longing for journeys they could make, their freedom song a...

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Oh ye the Man Listen!!!! For the King’s palace has got burnt The chiefs are being hypocrites For the Queen is the source of the living,making the King looks mighty Oh ye the Universe Look!!! For you shall start a journey where you have no consent to start And a journey where you have no Vision...

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When wanders weep, heaving, heavy hearts eventually erupt, evading notice, like so many naars.1 When wanderers weep, announcing vulnerability not caring who sees their drops darkening the dirt, evoked discomfort greets them. Reassuring platitudes rise up to erase their deepest hurts, rescuing strangers from action, strangling empathy. When wanderers weep expectations slip away. experience’s realities scream, “Please, see me through this day!” 1. naars - a type of flawed diamonds...

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Wander lust their families’ motivation Nomads fluctuating in flowing migration, Seasonal uprooting to discover new ways Looking in new directions in anticipation. Restless as the cirrus streaking the sky Wander lust their families’ motivation, They gather not, and with time dissipate Having done so since primordial creation. The land they claim their sovereign nation Whatever resources subsistence requires, Wanderlust their families’ sole motivation Until with age...

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O'er lush and verdant fields Wanderers a-roaming, Oh earthly paradise Horses, in the gloaming. How I envy thy sweet soul Your spirit, wild and free 'Neath those hooves, your every need, Could I but swap with thee. Entry for Some Paradise Where Horses Go Poetry Contest Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner 16/3/2020...

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My Petition to the World's Wanderers. Let me ride onto thy wings of light, Galloping onto thy high swift flight, Oh thou Star! Take me to the highest galaxy and alight, Upon there, we shall close our pinion and rest overnight . Take me, thou moon in pellucid bloom, Before the angels door we shall dance in groom; And when the heaven...

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Wanderers we have been Off to distant climes, Restless curiosity Led to inquiring minds. Daring to take the risk Challenges to be fought, Reaching for the highest peak Unspoiled lands, we sought. Island paradises too, secluded and serene Searching for the seldom trod, Each journey, was our dream. Entry for World Cruise - Poetry Contest Sponsored by Kevin Shaw 7/10/2017...

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The Wanderers The Wanderers wear many faces, They may come from nothing and other dark places; With surviving skills amazing to see; While we, untested, cry over burned fricasee. There was old Annie in the food pantry Which had a clothes closet, too, for the poor; She came every 3 months, didn't pick for sizes, Sold what she got for whatever, a dime...

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The circumscribed blue, yet painted limitless, espied familiar trespassers, no... aghast! Invaders, disturbing the Celestial Kingdom of tranquil poise with their creeping agitated army of incipient, transitory Amorphous Wanderers. The heavenly arbitrator of the eternal vogue implored the vagrants to avast the province, but availed not. For the bulging legions were earless and multiplied faster than Hydras. Numbering more than the sands of...

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where are you running off to, Oh wind? There are no devils to chase you, and nothing can stand in your way. you are always born and Death can never hold you in his arms. yet you seem lost, restless wandering through space and time here and there, here and there. For ever everywhere. Where do you go wind? where is your home? Or do...

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N ever again will the Tribes of Israel be the sacrificial lamb of man. A nnealed in furnaces of man, not in Olam HaEmet by the Almighty in "the World of Truth." Z ealots rose from the ashes of the ovens and now defend like Sicarii of old. I srael blooms and grows in the desert, returned by...

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To where we go No one knows Exactly where we go I don’t know The hope That floats The areas Sensitively Remote When life Is simply Revoked Belief It’s an honorable mention But it kills a number far greater That it helps survive With in the tension You question your state of being You wonder why you’re alive And who knows if your body goes anywhere Besides in that box,...

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