Beautiful Wandering Poems

Wandering

Over time I lay awake
Wondering the purpose of it all
The struggle to survive 
And the reason to go on
Why we are born
And why our choice...

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Wandering the roads.  It has me under a spell even at this juncture in my life.
Even when spiked brambles
 scrape my eyelids or those...

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Wandered to the bottom,
And the top;
Wandered to the South,
And the North.
The Northern lights were comforting,
The Southern summer beautiful;
Been to the East,
And to the West.
The air,...

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Her footsteps sounded softly against the dirt road—
The dirt road where seedlings used to be sowed—
	Her bold, yet beautiful figure lay silhouetted by moonlight,
	But there...

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Indignant the words of one’s salvation, consumed by the solitude within
Here in the bowels of our existence, and the inspiration of its moral servitude. ...

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Always it is heavenly
To be wandering oh, so free
The Magpies as they perch up high
The lovely river running by
The sweet humming of the bees
The trees,...

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Two Tanka: 4 & 5


4) I am wandering
    since when I became a man
    easily move to
  ...

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Rain rivulets call my spirit
to wander, flowing with earth,
down to rough creeks and wide rivers;
united, we feed our soul-dearth.
Sample strange sights, sly sensations,
souvenirs of all...

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I remember when and how it all started..
On when, it was few months ago we chatted..
On how, along a thousands of strangers our ways threaded..
Now,...

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I looked out the window 
And saw brains with little feet 
Wandering through the streets 
Some were climbing, others reading 
Some questioning other minds
Some brains...

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NOTE : I have missed my PS friends quite a lot,
while I was away from PS, due to various reasons,
but writing today something is giving...

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I wandered away from the great benevolence,
Willfully trudging into the shadows of doubt.
I peered into the core of the prosaic sun,
Questioning its power, its perfect...

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My youth was too brief
and whenever I felt distraught, 
I clutched my belief:
to give faith a defined worth;
free, but not truly liberated
as a wandering soul...

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as i wandered into the crowd 
i wondered if i'll ever survive
letting my thoughts out loud
feeling neither dead or alive
but empty as a hollow tree
not...

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My Dear Dormant
Behind Guarded Feeling
Hidden Before My Eyes
Staring At The Ceiling
Gone In A Blink
Forgotten With A Shrug
Lying More Than Distant 
Abandoned On This Rug

A Gentle...

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