Wanderer Poems - Poems about Wanderer

Why do many dreamers owe large debts grasping the dreams with such grip more education, new debt slip still dreaming; debt still not paid yet ideas flow for promising projects learning systems are no real help rigged; leaving parents to yelp no...Read the rest...

Gefunden (“Found”) by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Into the woodlands, alone, I went. Seeking nothing, my sole intent. But I saw a flower deep in the shade gleaming like starlight in a still glade. I reached down to pluck it when...Read the rest...

Beyond thoughts and forms, I find myself as a wanderer on the streets of my inner Ia?i, where desires and wills are dreams of imaginary characters, nature's dance is an illusion, a script penned by the unseen...Read the rest...

Suitcase packed Going on a journey No fixed plan nor agenda Through the shady woods A bonfire in the night To a riverside camp Angling by a stream On a mountain trail Where the snow capped peaks Touch the sky...Read the rest...

Mark The earth turns its face from you as if ashamed. You who tilled the soil, now marked by what the soil received. Your brother's blood— how it murmurs, how it screams. Deafness would be a mercy. Wanderer At Babel, you watch them build their...Read the rest...

Drifting through the woods Look up trees above my head Mesmerizes me....Read the rest...

If one's purpose could be to wander From great fields of grass to vast tall tree forests No concern of sustanance A soul sustained only by experience A world devoid of materialistic possessions Observing the nature as it is meant...Read the rest...

Depression is a Nomad wanderer, searching for a hope to break In that place of heartless, smoke-filled rot where even laughter proves to fake. The Darkness is a bold intruder, a critique of one's existence, And hides...Read the rest...

My feet are too comfortable on this dirt path. A path that goes through so many landmarks. I see all forms of passion, pleasure, and joy. I greet the locals and stay at the inns. I sleep in...Read the rest...

Blurry sight and squinted eyes, Spotted something under the sweaty brows Steps hurried over stumbled and fumbled. It's been years now, as I reminisce... and the thorns never stop growing, do they? with bruised foot that continued, now I know! It's...Read the rest...

" 3. " I have been a stranger in a strange land. " Bible, Exodus 2:22" Home Wanderer Long dusty path Long gone my home Home miles behind Home gone alone Alone I walk Alone I seek Seek new horizons Seek much more More...Read the rest...

Endlessly the nomad wanders Blindly to the life he squanders Far searching for some hidden truth So desperate clings by nail and tooth Fatigued the many peaks to climb Now near the edge but out of time...Read the rest...

Part Two : The Tale of Artuir mac Aedan; The light of the West (A tale of the hero of legend, a hero of Dalriada, who tried to unite a nation.) The Old Man. Was he a fool...Read the rest...

Genius, you are a soul of poetry, a wanderer in the wasteland, And your fate is that of a star, solitary in the azure seas of the sky. You fly through kaleidoscopes of thought, all fleeting, Weaving unseen...Read the rest...

Snowflake on bare stone It melts having found its place Solivagent peace ...Read the rest...