The sea stretches across a vast expanse
Blue and white, do the waves prance
As a boat struggles to stay afloat
When the waves draw themselves to their height entire
The folks crouch down and say oh sire!
Spare us of your wrath
For sinners and saints are we
And by every decree
Shall we adhere to our values
With a kind heart and a spirit free
The sea reduces to a mere dance
Its waves gentle as snow
Blue as the sky speckled with froth white
The orange sun now sheds light
Giving rise to a day anew
As golden and blue intersperse
Creating a sight spellbinding to man's eyes
In simplicity lies its beauty
Engulfing folk in mirth and joy
The ship peacefully sails ahoy
Categories:
wayfaring, allegory, allusion, analogy, creation,
Form: Free verse
A poor, wayfaring man of grief,
May struggle as it seems,
To walk the road of disbelief,
And snuggle with his dreams.
Although alone and feeling low,
He does his very best,
To edify the ones who know,
The meaning of his quest.
Although he soars above the crowd,
To catch the morning sun,
He hides behind the glory cloud,
Until his day is done.
He cannot see how love survives,
Without a single soul,
And so he strives to make our lives,
A diamond in the coal.
His story is the glory,
Of the Father and the Son,
Our role is mandatory,
For the battle to be won.
He may not shine this image,
By the lineage of his tree,
And yet, the line of scrimmage,
Is the courage people see.
He may not race to set the pace,
Of those who plant the sod,
And yet, his place deserves the space,
That tribulation trod.
A poor, wayfaring man of grief,
Is not so bad to me,
He celebrates a pure belief,
In love and honesty.
He radiates the rainbow,
In the afterglow above,
The steady flow of those who know,
The colors of his love.
The story of his sadness,
Is the madness we embrace,
The glory of his gladness,
Is the human in our race.
Categories:
wayfaring, care, grief, inspiration, light,
Form: Rhyme
He’s a conniving, wayfaring vagabond
Roaming around with nary a bond
He was a delight
Casanova all night
Many women became totally fond.
Categories:
wayfaring, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Limerick
Ecological
Wanderings boggle the mind,
But inspire new hope.
On the boundary,
We mingle with new species,
Those yet to be born.
Our patience is tried,
Wanting quick evolution.
We can only wait.
Our tentative steps,
Venturing through the peat bogs
Get mired in the muck.
Real dangers are felt,
Earthly forces pull us down.
But we must still move.
"We should not be here!",
We protest in the moonlight.
Still, life excites us.
On the margins here,
We are all wayfaring now
Searching for answers.
Categories:
wayfaring, nature
Form: Haiku
Wayfaring heart please let me be
Wanderlust inside of me
Dreams of days upon the sea
Wayfaring heart please let me be
Longing to go back to Kingston once more
Walk along the sun drenched shore
Watch the horizon at the break of dawn
Spend a few days in Old San Juan
Wayfaring heart I still miss those days
When time stood still for my wandering ways
Bodies swaying while the music plays
Wayfaring heart I still miss those days
Tropical island and beach with white sands
Paradise within the reach of my hands
Coke and rum on the warm summer nights
Island glowing from stars and harbor lights
Wayfaring heart please don’t let me cry
Warm Caribbean is where my memories lie
Tears in her eyes when I told her good bye
Wayfaring heart please don’t let me cry
Someday all of my bridges I’ll burn
To that tropical paradise I will return
From her loving arms I will no longer roam
Wayfaring heart we will finally be home.
Categories:
wayfaring, placesme, heart, heart, me,
Form: Ballad