Wanders Poems | Examples

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 if anyone listens her?
& again she wanders so far.
She is not, what the world thinks;
too kind, but misunderstood.
Outwardly, too bold and too carefree.
Yet, none gazes her grief upon the soul
Cold, unrevealed, a stranger to the cruel world
But didn't care & wanders far.
She plays the part, hard, to be fitted
Why must she, alone, face & tilted?
When theres lot to run &
Increase the pace but only she's chased
Did she care? 'cause she wandered thus far.

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

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!  Tell me what I have to do
To get this wandering spirit out of my shoes

I am never content and I am always alone
I get anxious and then compelled to roam

I can't get away from the pain of my past 
Lost family lost love a broken heart thats been cast

I long to hear your voice Dear Father
Telling me I am home and no longer need to wander

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 visible trail
Wonders if anyone
Will follow it
After his meandering
Has found
A place to rest

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 on my hands
    boon or bane ~
  Ever-shifting my view
    of sane and insane

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 towards
our fellow *****sapiens.
Listen to the six o'clock news any day
and you'd be hard pressed to find
any examples of civilized behaviour.
Is it just the mood I'm in today?
NO! It's been like this since the dawn of time.
I absolutely DO NOT UNDERSTAND!!!
Can we justify it by saying.
“It's who we are... a combative species?”
There, that let's us off the hook.
With today's modern technology
methinks it will only get worse.
We will all become detached from our feelings,
robotic like the mechanical creatures
that will some day be the rue of mankind.
I don't want to be alive to see it!

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©

As the Chosen Wanders

AS  THE CHOSEN WANDERS



                    MORTALS ALLEGE OWNERSHIP OF PURE KNOWLEDGE
                    TO DECODE AND ANSWER EVERY UNIVERSAL RIDDLE
                    LIVING WITHIN HEARTS AND MINDS IS PRIMAL RAGE
                    BLACK AS NIGHT WITH THE DEEPEST SHADE OF EVIL


                    BIOLOGICAL ENTITY EMBRACING PLANETARY MOTION
                    EVOLVE NOT BY MANIPULATIONS OF PRIME NUMBERS
                    CONSCIOUSNESS IS A RARE TRANSCENDENT POTION
                    FIRE AND ICE WILL NEVER EXTINGUISH LIKE EMBERS


                    THE MAGIC OF LOVE TELLS A TALE OF ENCHANTMENT
                    WHILE A QUINTESSENTIAL SPIRIT ALWAYS WONDERS
                    INCESSANTLY REACHING TO UNFURL THE FIRMAMENT
                    AT THE EDGE OF INFINITY AS THE CHOSEN WANDERS








Written about 12 years ago
aboard a massive cruise liner

Into the Abyss My Heart Wanders

I have started to loathe everything about me.
My heart seems pale and dull.
My face seems to lose its colour,
very soon all that will remain will be my bones and skull.

My heart is wandering in the abyss,
the void is deep and killing all the bliss.
My thoughts are becoming dark and deep ,
I find myself on a cliff wondering maybe the solution to all my problems is a long last leap.
I imagine myself walking through meadows,
holding god's hand and telling him all my sorrows.
This worthless feeling pricks and persists,
"END YOURSELF" is what it insists.
My failure seems my own fault,
I will never be that person who is worth one's salt.

My heart is full of regrets,
the smoke of thoughts surrounding me is suffocating me like cigarettes.
I am starting to lose the sense of love,
the line between affection and affectation has started thinning,
the god of death has started grinning.
The abyss is dark and deep,
the loneliness in here has started to creep.
Every step I take here, forces me to weep.

This world is nasty and cruel.
A grave is dug everyday,
take a wrong step and everybody  here is ready with a shovel.

Old Man Thomas Wanders Into the Right House

Imagination keeps me awake
Noises in the kitchen make me shake
It’s just Old Man Thomas trying to bake
At least he ended here, not in the lake.

Alzheimer’s confuses him, the poor dear.
The neighbors know him from far and near.
We leave our houses unlocked for him
He often wanders at night on a whim

Wildcat Wanders

Wildcat
wanders about
among the wildflowers
searching for a tasty rabbit
hungry
 

2-12-2020
Modern OR Traditional Cinquain Poetry Contest
William Kekaula

New Wonder Wanders- -

Blessed day 
New Year 
a year in which we haven't seen

And what Justice 
Why must us be
Redeemed
Why the populist screams
Free me freedoms from my inadequacies
Why shall I be 
Old imprisoned in these bones 
While my spirit my mind and soul wanders

Wonders

Been given daily bread
Yet I haven't  digested it yet
As I'm laid out of Temptation yet I run back in
Why shall I be old in prison in my bones while my spirit and mind and soul wonders wanders

I may not be the bless  but I' blessed 
Yes, and I still haven't  digested  it yet
For my new wonder wanders


1/1/2020
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr  2020

Alone Wanders the White Heron

Alone wanders
The white heron
And picks pathways
Through streams wending

A peculiar kind of a bird is he,
Who looks like some sort of bird-bush
(or tree)
And perhaps he goes
And feeds at God’s knee,

Does he…

7/12/2019

A Thought Wanders Lonely

A thought wanders lonely, detached, into my brain
  Meanders through portholes of pleasure and pain
Settles in a remote chamber of my dullard's mind
  Yawns, stretches out, dons a sleeping cap
  Drowsy, relaxed -- time for a very long nap...

When -- What this? -- a tiny spark ignites
  Leaping to touch its neighbor's' dendrite
Soon my cerebrum's lit up, on fire
  Thoughts fueling thoughts
     ~ Rocketing higher and higher

The Dream Wanders Far Afield

The dream wanders far afield,
in search of a kindred tribe
that to cynics does not yield,
by princely sums not bribed. 

Far and wide, it sees many a face
that it can scarce recognize,
specimens of a hybrid race
born of wanton compromise. 

Oh where can it be, it wonders,
the kinship my heart craves. 
As the sky dims and thunders, 
it stumbles upon rows of graves.

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