Wandering Poems - Poems about Wandering

We are all children of the moon, restless, wandering in primordial light, Oscillating in pure light that carries us beyond time, like a lost dream, We come from an undefined nowhere, without a destination on the maps of the universe, We just shimmer, without reason, without purpose, in the silent dance of snow stars, This is our beauty, our...

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Like a cloud before the storm she drifted a quiet chaos behind her eyes a restless wind inside her chest. She had lived fast chasing luxury saying yes to everything except herself. One pocket to another she moved digging holes to fill others never noticing she was sinking. Now her young soul wanders chased by the storm she once fed. She regrets being born forgetting she once made the sun feel...

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I once lost my thought on the paths of time, like a wandering cloud in the ever-changing sky, but I found it chained between the pages of a memory, where moments weave garments of longing, on the road of life, I wandered with my heart full of desires burning like stars in the deep night, and in the...

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For Dylon Song Tribute contest Sponsor: Oliver Mckeithan Written on: 05/22/2025 Inspired by Mr. Tambourine Man The roads yawn in their speech, on this uncharted path tonight. Clocks hang on walls like ghosts, their hands spinning aimlessly. Somewhere, beyond the velvet murmur of the lamp’s glow, my feet shuffle like old leaves, sashaying to an illusory jingle. Its carefree melody swirling with the wind, jangling the...

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I do not claim that the days are the executioners of the nights, but as for me I prefer ...

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We are just wandering spirits through a world of stone and dream, where every glance is a film projected on the screen of the mind, and the stones see nothing, they simply are, simple and silent, like eternal witnesses to our ephemeral passage through time. Bless the moment and settle into the stillness of eternity, forgive the shadows of the...

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Wandering through dreams and silences, I choose to survive or submit, the blow is different now, no longer what it once was, a faint echo. Submission was just a bow, and life promised a new fight, survival was mere awakening, without titles and hollow possessions. The world, with its sweet pursuit, has left holes in our souls and chipped...

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Today is as quiet As a crowded graveyard Empty of life:- Yet, the green of nature, Shines in springing glory:- As a brief breeze Warmly passes by, Silence retains its control And all remains calm:- Yes, life’s reality Has its blissful moments; Leaving wearying chaos asunder As God caresses Silent wandering souls:- ...

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The charming Miss Lola dwelt in the small town, at the edge of Red River, With only her goose, 'Rouge.' She was named after her spot of wet vigor. Rouge was the darling of Miss Lola, like precious spring, coming to visit; And was forever roaming from river to house, like golden stars, in orbit. Rouge frequented every room,...

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A wandering and biased opinion makes its way through the shadows of my mind, where a languid bracelet, like a silver serpent, slides along the bare wrist, unable to truly embrace the fragile curve of destiny that seems to slip through fingers; this bracelet, a circle of eternity that clings to time but loses it at the same...

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Into the void I'm screaming The echo returns not No response, even to my breathing An echo returns not You used to be my mirror A reflection I have not You've gone to someone dearer My reflection I have lost Am I numb to all five senses? A ghost alone I wander You've left me in all tenses A ghost alone I ponder ...

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Each brush stroke sparks a fire Burning endless miles As one man sits in silence Looking back through his life Deep within his mind a memory set in time Resurfacing through his life A masterpiece Lost in time Taken from a dream rekindling a yearning need He ponders a joyous time To relive through each night As the morning arrives with...

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Tired of the echoes of emptiness that clash against encrypted voids in his wandering mind, He searched for an escape, a door, a window, or even a perforation in the fabric of nothingness, His eyes sought the light that would scatter the darkness of the clouds covering his world, A dying cloud, a rock he was, hardened and...

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At the edge of the world, where time entwines with our wandering thoughts, Man, with a soul full of desires, tries to tame eternity, Yet every step toward immortality is a step away from the light of flowing moments, For life and death are two sides of the same coin, woven from the same thread of destiny. We are...

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In every conversation, like a murmur of my wandering soul, I utter your name, like an incantation that binds me to the past. In every prayer, your name rises, A golden thread piercing the darkened sky. My name intertwines with yours, Like two comets meeting on secret orbits, This is the dream I carry in my heart. In a world immersed in...

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