Wanders Poems - Poems about Wanders

Our heart wanders lost through the dark forests

Our heart wanders lost through the dark forests,
and our dream struggles in the castle of doubt, with echoes of uncertainty,
but within us sings a secret music, a melody that knows no silence,
hope is pushed into the abysses of shadow, but the angel rises again,
taking us with him in flight, in the wings of light that

She wanders far

She, talked, with the moon and stars,
Here, she
In search of love, from those close ones,
But, only, finds her heart apart, &lone.
And she wanders far.
Even every sorrow seems less
As she remains, closed, within four walls
Not a single word has she shared,
to her parents, nor her friends.
Tho' she loves to talk,
But
Solely imagination reside her must self,
And wonders

She Wanders Alone

She wanders alone
In silent melody
Reciting each moment
Of past epiphanies

Of wonder and intrigue 
She gathers each stone
Placing precisely
Along the road

Looking back
Each stone lie in memory
A time, a reflection
Of love and misery

She waits by the door
Silent
and subdued
For the return of her love
As she sings the blues

She wanders alone
In silent melody
Reciting each moment
Of past epiphanies

The Empty Scrolls of Time -A lament for the Unlearned -The boy who regrets not valuing education

The Empty Scrolls of Time: A lament for the Unlearned
(The boy who regrets not valuing education)
~Jamuel Yaw Asare 

Kofi’s eyes once gleamed with mischief and wonder, but now they dimly reflect the what-ifs and if-onlys that haunt him. He wanders through days like a traveler lost in a desert, searching for an oasis that vanished

In the labyrinth of thoughts, my mind wanders through the corridors of reflection

In the labyrinth of thoughts, my mind wanders through the corridors of reflection,
Each twist and turn a whisper of the soul,
For truth, raw and unadorned, can cut like a blade,
But wrapped in laughter, it becomes a balm, a gentle revelation.
In the theater of life, we don masks of mirth,
Hiding the sharp edges of reality behind

Wanders heart

11 July 2024 4:52
I feel the road calling to me again
My feet are restless to go wandering

My mind is filled far off places
New surroundings and new faces

Where is home and what does home mean
It is an illusive place that I have never seen

My heart aches with longing and solitude
Making me restless and confused

Dear God! 

He wanders through the neon nights, an artist out of place

He wanders through the neon nights, an artist out of place,
Unfit for this life tethered by chains, this era devoid of grace.
A time of empty haste, progress but an illusory facade,
A life starving for life, the dull embrace of bureaucracy.
In his soul, a shadow lies, forbidding a full embrace,
Of this absurd and frantic world, a

My true self wanders through other realms

My true self wanders through other realms,
Far from my life, invisibly, it roams endlessly, free of burdens.
In oceans of dreams and sparkling stars, it is born,
Where no moment of the present can ensnare it.
On fields of the aurora borealis, my steps melt into the wind,
Wandering like a leaf in an astral dance of light,
In the

In the canvas of infinity, a man's soul wanders seeking endless chains of moments

In the canvas of infinity, a man's soul wanders seeking endless chains of moments,
To weave loves and fates beneath a world without hemispheres.
The moments under the moon are not enough, the sun sets too quickly,
To adorn every desire with petals of stars eternally in bloom.
The Ecclesiast may have lost the divine essence in his haze.
There's

he wanders a lot

He wanders a lot
Calls it meandering
Different from a walk
Just a melancholy movement
Passing through the moments
Registering each sunbeam
Following its arc
Watching its dance
Laughing as it skips
Across the puddles
Teasing the hawk
With its shadows
He is not lonely
Nor is he alone
There are those
He takes with him
Telling their stories
To the dandelions
Sharing a joke
With the jonquils
Tossing snowballs
With the trees
He leaves a lightly

Wanders the Poetic Pilgrim Soul In Me

      In me, dwells therein a pilgrim soul.
      Always on the move and on the go.
      It growls, with a very strong voice:
      “Do not dare fence me in…worse…
      To

My Mind Wanders

My mind wanders
    o'er the firmament
  and the seven seas

  Whether or not
    it moves me

  My thoughts form and 
    dissolve... reform
  in kaleidoscopic fashion

  Some display more, some less
    passion... dispassion... ere they're ashen

  Time

Sometime the Mind Wanders

I love to let my mind wander in the morning…while I walk the streets alone…
I never know where it will lead me…you might say my mind has a mind of its own.

Sometimes it leads to my friends, my children, my grandchildren…my wife.
other times it leads to God, love, war, hate or other mysteries of life.

Then

My Mind Wanders

Decided to write about the ills of the world.
Perhaps I'd need a bigger forum
for such a vast undertaking.
Now let me see, where should I start,
with the Neanderthals?
Well, methinks nothing much has changed
since we became “civilized”.
Wow! That was quite a stretch,
The word civilized is open to interpretation.
In my wee brain, it means
acting in a civilized manner

Wonder Wanders-

A wonder of wonders wanders as it wonders the chosen paths to take along this life trails

8/27/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©

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