Wanderer Poems - Poems about Wanderer

Wanderer Life Live like a wanderer is a gift from Life A noble award and merit from wildlife Our fortune is our sad fate, one kind We want life, not the destruction of war We want air, not pollution and...Read the rest...

Old Friend Yesterday taken a walk in Fryent Country Park, a heart of nature Landscapes, ponds, trees, bushes, fields, forests, great shoots My camera cried with joy, I often wiped the lenses, wide-angle Yes, the winter weather was so...Read the rest...

The Wanderer, Part III The wise man contemplates these ruins, considers this dark life soberly, remembers the blood spilled here in multitudes of battles, then says: “Where is the horse now? Where, its riders? Where, the givers of gifts & treasure,...Read the rest...

The Wanderer, Part II Awakening, the friendless man confronts the murky waves, the seabirds bathing, broadening out their feathers, the hoar-frost, harrowing hail & snow eternally falling… Then his heart’s wounds seem all the heavier for the loss of...Read the rest...

The Wyrdes were like the Fates, controlling human destinies. The Wanderer ancient Anglo-Saxon poem translation by Michael R. Burch “The one who wanders alone longs for mercy, longs for grace, knowing he must yet traverse the whale-path’s rime-cold waters, stirring the waves with...Read the rest...

a restless heart untethered and free wanders the world seeking its true love with every beat it longs to find the key to unlock the passion it’s dreaming of it drifts through cities and barren lands searching for someone to...Read the rest...

The true wanderer walks to the four corners and doesn't even feel time passing...could he...Read the rest...

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...