Wanderings Poems - Poems about Wanderings

I've treasured memories like purest of gold ...

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Winter chilling tribulations cannot be denied; Nor can determination and hope that abide. Pandemic trials and tribulations have their time, So do the loving spiritual supports that are mine. Though many are filled with grief in their fate, I maintain loving trust in my ever-promised faith. And though pandemonium and faith challenge me Together, There is nothing in true faith that my...

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On a sapphire night, the moon glows Gone are the stars as the wind blows Shrugs of fog silence darkest fears Bugs with gentle light share their tears Free as the songs who ebb and flow We listen to rhymes we now know Grace stirs the spirit to sing praise Chase peace and love that always stays ...

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Through wanderings of dreams that simmer beneath closed eyelids, A man chose to remain silent, waiting in vain for vibrant moments. Wrapped in the warm cocoon of faded security, He saw life turning down a different street, laying out its crimson carpet of fear. Chained in the comfort of complacency, he watches time come and go, With a deafened heart,...

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In the heart of inner wanderings hides, alas, a tormented soul, Wilted by anguishes woven at the edge of the mind, where the thread breaks. In verses, the silhouette of an overwhelming sadness takes shape, a landscape made of lead, Carrying with it the bitter taste of disappointment, a sheathless sword in the chest of time. Why do you...

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A too blue sky ...

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The skin on thighs is cracked. And what's below, don't look, from the heat, running and dust. From wandering . Once royal fabrics Evaporated , Are eaten away by time in search ....

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Steps *** Remember standing barefoot In a stream or lake or ocean as the current of water ran cool and fast over the ankles? That liquid, which made our planet a home for life, beckoning us and so delightfully. Think of walking in night, without lights, becoming self-contained, losing external references, seeking the moon or some neighbor’s window, alight still...while glancing quickly...

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Whisper softly your gentle words In a way that lovers never find absurd Gather in the laughter on the wind Wanting more but not the end Go to her when she calls And into your arms let her fall Wanting her your only thought The warmth of her body is now sought Without her its just wandering Alone and lost in your imagining For Love...

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You built a stone castle upon your house of cards. Then you invited us along to the party while it collapses. Me, I want a parachute so I can watch it all fall in glorious bloody red before I die. Are we born blank note pads, empty, or is our emotional state already programmed in? If...

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Cars fly by me, woosh. crossing the street, hurry...run! Is this the right street? oops, wrong way, turn around... here? Left, tall city, loud, need map....

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Pippidy pop the hops on top, Never just the one, a few, Pippidy pop once again he stops, To find himself askew, Crickiddy crack the floor boards do slack, As he walks to a lady, red skirt, Crickiddy crack as the pub fire goes black, But a spark burns still, they flirt, Tippidy tap onto Google Maps, To find a place to stay, Tippidy tap...

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Wanderings of soul Couldn't see the colour of the sky, Nor the birds, their flight so high, The greens were lost in twilight, Didn't you see tears in my eyes ? My stray soul that still wanders, Passion swamps mind that ponders, Parallel walk yet no greet, Will the two banks ever meet ? Vibrant dreams await fulfil, Desires in heart deep instil, Quell pain of...

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A gray and dreary sky was drawn this morn though love was in my heart of hearts aglow, as I called out to you, a rift was torn, and through the rift, so silent, fell the snow. Ah, you have passed my heart, my love; I know, a barefoot specter follows through the white. Once warmed by passion’s kiss and...

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Lea, lush cordial waits dawn, a promise of dew, yet couldn’t stop the moment stealing the moorside view. The turn of Alf’s cart wheel broke the silence of the night, the beat of a lone heartache stole the dark from the light. “Picturesque Turner Lane” The wind aloof did hone, the old grey stone “Bar House” Stood there, cold bare alone. Out of the earth the village rose,...

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