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Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
Perhaps if time could speak,
one would not feel so alone in
the depth of their mind.
For time is an endless sea
one that just ebbs and flows.
And we are never sure of the
course our lives will take.

So we lose ourselves in the Fields,
heart, soul and mind locked away
as we wander.
And wander.
And wander.

Time and tide are never still.
Time and tide will never wait.
And as time slips away,
it can never be found again.
But we wander.
And wander.
And wander.

Unrushed for those who wait,
Soaring for those who fear.
As we wander.
And wander .
and wander.

Lasting for those who grieve.
Binding for those who love.
And we wander.
And wander.
And wander.
I'm in somewhat of a grey mood. More and more these days.
Especially when I think about time.
WendyStarry Eyes Jun 2014
Wander on you lonely soul
Wander on, give up days gone
Play your role
Don't get caught in the web of the past
Just wander on

Wander on you lonely soul
Wander on, no need to worry
One day you'll know
Don't get caught in the intrigue of the future
Just wander on

Wander on you lonely soul
Wander on, live for today
You'll have to be bold
Nevertheless
Wander on
Christian Bixler Nov 2014
I walk alone, out in the vastness
of space, heavens vaults, darkness
leavened by the brilliance of
unknown galaxies, and the far off
light of distant stars.

I am alone. lost in this eternal
field, of dark and light, black
and white, and all between,
shining, eternal light, to shine
forever, and bathe heaven, radiant,
in its undying light.

I wander, lost. Am I a spirit,
to wander so, sad and lonely,
cut off from the roiling, chaotic,
masses of humanity, and set to
wander, adrift in a brilliant sea,
vivid colors clashing always,
with the ever present void of
infinity?

But why, if I am here, are not others?
Where are they? Is space so vast, am
I to wander endlessly, lost in the void of
eternity, to be at last at peace, but to have
none others to share it with, none to join me
in my wanderings, none to acompany me
in my eternal journey, none to make it "our"
instead?

And what of Katerina? What of her? Is she here
wandering also, lost and alone even as I am,
enduring the silence of space, alone unto eternity
and beyond?

Or is she some other place, doomed to
eternal pain, locked away, to scream
unheard, save by her tormentor, some
thing of darkness, created from
the blackness of infinity, immortal,
set to guard the way to heavens bliss
the angels dying, falling?

Or is this all, this vast infinity, souls
doomed to wander forever, never
meeting, never crossing, alone
in solitude, forever and for all
the infinite centuries of eternity,
alone?

I wander here, lost for countless
years, stars vanish in heat and
light, whilst I wander, spirit
cast off, set adrift to wander,
centuries come and go,
while I stop to listen for
some imagined sound,
some human voice,
heard but unheard,
the darkness eats my mind,
while light replaces it,
with thoughts of
eternity, solitude and
bliss, together forever,
I and eternity, set to tread
alone through space, from now
until the end of Time.



I am alone, and I wonder,
perhaps, I am not
alone, perhaps I do not wander,
but instead set my feet to the path
appointed me. For perhaps those
stars were not always stars,
those nebulae not always so,
gaseous and vast, but instead were
souls like me, journeying only
to meet their ends as light and
gas and rocky spheres?

Perhaps, I shall know,
perhaps I shall see,
later amidst eternity.
I felt very small as I wrote this,
the vastness of space intimidated me and enthralled me,
as a man might feel when sighting God, and so becoming
lost in the infinite wonder of he.
Mekael Shane Apr 2017
Denied

You bathed, in delusion
Relied

I braised, in illusion

...don't wander

...don't wander 'round in here

...heed the warning, and

...don't wander 'round in here

Yet and still

You are the air

I taste

And breathe

...don't wonder

...and don't wander 'round in here

...don't wonder, heed the warning

...and don't wander 'round in here

Bet or bill

I am the price

You hate to pay

And so, you seethe 

...don't wander

...don't wander 'round in here

...heed the warning, and

...don't wander 'round in here
Excerpt from:

'Simian Soul, Poems by Mekael'

© Mekael Shane, 2010
lifeonLSD  Apr 2019
wander
lifeonLSD Apr 2019
i wander

reading stars
listening to the stories
hidden wonders

i wander

next to the wind
following their traces
hidden wonders

i wander

growing with the trees
hoping to reach heights
hidden wonders

i wander

with the nightingale
hearing sounds of life
hidden wonders

i wander

off to meet the sunset
feeling awfully high
hidden wonders

i wander

untill the light closes
as it opens my eyes
hidden wonders

for i wander
the skies
sinai
memory of egypt
My first step to quest, I seek county Clare
identity lost, me feel the sea air
In Ireland I stay, a man with no country
I wonder and wander county to county

From Doolin I sail, isles of Aran
Land full of stone so cold and once barren
The locals invite for coffee and tea
I wander and wonder, life by the sea

Next in my journey, find county Kerry
Crossing the Shannon, a trip on the ferry
In Ireland I stay, a man with no country
I wonder and wander county to county

Boat man gives lesson, ‘cross lake of learning
Dock by the Abby, I find peace of yearning
Grounds of Killarney by horse n carriage
I wander and wonder, great mountains marriage

I sit in The Oar House down by the pier
Howth to host, from far or from near
In Ireland I stay, a man with no country
I wonder and wander county to county

I spy an Irish rose, sit by the sea
I know her name, ne’er for me
Admire her beauty I sit from afar
I wander and wonder, who then we are

County Meath holds the once great Raith na Rig
Where the ancients had once all danced a jig
In Ireland I stay, a man with no country
I wonder and wander county to county

I climb atop hills where kings sat on high
Same place they lay once they say their bye
A place where high kings all came to pass
I wander and wonder whom we’ve lost past

I’ll take the rocky road, the only way to Dublin
Fore long I’m found, set with the pub kin
In Ireland I stay, a man with no country
I wonder and wander county to county

Here I will find the black liquidation
Ruby red pint to wrap up a nation
Feasting we drink and laugh about strife
I wander and wonder the glory of life
Chronicles of my holiday in Ireland, lost my passport not an hour after landing, hence the title.. Enjoy!
Isaac Godfrey May 2017
No Sense of Belonging,
No Place to go.
Wander through the night, Wander through the snow.
Wander through the Storms, as it rains so hard.
No Home near, No home far.
Wander the streets and upon the Park,
Wander ‘til the sky goes dark.
They wander past, but they don’t see,
I’ll Never have a place to be.

No place to call Home,
No place to stay.
Wander, fade, till you rot away
Wander so wide, Wander so far,
Wander ‘til thy only memoir
descent to loneliness, reality to stray,
Your only memory, left to Decay.
My first poem. But has only just debuted on this site. built with thoughts of the Homeless.
Nick Moser  Aug 2015
DEAD FISH
Nick Moser Aug 2015
Dead fish do not move.
They lay there,
Dead.

Dead fish do not breathe,
They lay there,
Dead.

Dead fish do not speak.
They lay there,
Dead.

But the dead fish do wander.
They wander around fish heaven,
Or fish hell.

Dead fish's minds, lasting longer than their physical bodies do,
Explore crevices of the universe that people aren't even familiar with.
Well, at least not people from Earth.

Dead fish not only wander, but they do this thing that sounds like wander and is spelled like wander but is called "wonder."
Their minds forever wonder about things.
Like seaweed, ah the good ol' days of eating seaweed.

Or maybe dead fish wonder about what life is like now that they are gone.
They might wonder if it's raining, or if it's sunny.
But they're fish, so what the hell matters if it's raining or sunny?

You see, dead fish also do this thing.
It sounds much like wander and wonder but it's different.
The thing is "nothing."

Well, I assume "nothing" would sound like the words "wander" and "wonder" to a dead fish.

Considering dead fish can do nothing.
They just lay there,
Dead.

But we are not dead fish.
We are alive people, well at least some of us.
We can do things.

Like ride a rollercoaster, or eat a sandwich.
We can watch televisions shows probably longer than most other human beings can.
We can write poetry books that only five and a half people will read.

(One of those hits home for this author.)

We can go out and live lives livelier than those dead fish.
We can live for those dead fish.
We can wander and wonder and do nothing all at the same time.

We are all given life to live and lives to breathe life into.
Alive humans and dead fish.
At one point in time, we all have the opportunity to be someone who does something maybe even with somebody.

Alive humans and dead fish.
Dead humans and alive fish.
Alive humans and alive fish.
Dead human and dead fish.

Creatures have beautiful and blank canvases on which they can spill beautiful masterpieces on.
Or even blank masterpieces.

It just depends on who you're asking to paint you a picture.
An alive human, or a dead fish.

Both have some type of story to tell.
Never written something like this before. Please, enjoy.
Josiah Israel Nov 2018
We wander, we wander,
By moonlight, I ponder,
Whilst sailing my ship towards that shimmering star!
How we who are pirates, so willingly wander, both hither and yonder, no matter how far…

Methinks to myself, “Not a bad life to lead, no longer a slave to the land like before…
The wind at my back, so utterly freed, to seek out adventures, on any fair shore!”

“Why do it?” Methinks, as I stand on the prou, the breeze on my face, lightly tossing my locks,
For any a man would be called crazy now, for braving the sharks, and starvation, and pox!

Is it the gold, that calls me to sea? Where hurricanes howl, and sturdy  sails rend!
Or is it the freedom that calls out to me, and gold is not more than a means to an end?

For me, ti’s the freedom, to do what I love, to sail by the light of the stars up above, And stand on my deck, under moonlight, to ponder, how we are those pirates who willingly wander…


My ship, a fine lady, a handsome thing too, a good set of guns with a competent crew, her holds full of treasures, and finest apperal, and row upon row of *** by the barrel!

So drink in the morning, and drink in the evening, and I would be lying if I didn’t say, We guzzle the *** from dusk until dawn, and me-thinks I’ll be sipping it all through the day!

Then we dance on the deck, for the music is playin, the chilly night breeze has our ship gently swayin,

And off once again, for we willingly wander, “But why?”  Says I, as by moonlight I ponder…

Wouldn’t we like to at some place belong? Would dropping our anchor for ever be wrong?

Perhaps there’s a place with a temperate climate, and someone to care for a salty old pirate?

But till that day comes, I shal willingly wander, and whilst I’m the captain, by moonlight I’ll ponder…
I borrowed this poem from my friend, Captain Herraldo, who is in fact a pirate. I took out some of the more gruesome bits —all true accounts— but tried my best to communicate his over arching ideas. He’s a good guy for a pirate!
Adelaide Knight Mar 2018
Dark as night
Silent as death
Cold as ice
Loving as death

We wander aimlessly
Knowing not what we seek
What we’ll find
Who’ll we will meet

Endlessly we dream
Nightmares
And daydreams
Wishes came true
Our worst fears come to life

Then we wake

Left wanting
Confused
Scared
In pain

What reason do we have to dream
Left to wander in times flowing stream
We call out into the silence
We hear nothing but an echo of our pleas

In dreams we wander
Aimlessly searching
Praying we are not alone

At night we rest
Only to return to our dreams
This time different
Then what before they seemed

Bright as fire
Loud as a hurricane
Hot as lava
Heartless as an angel

We seek to follow
The path we see
Laid out before us
Where does it lead


Continuously we sleep
Daydreams
Lucid dreams
Epic dreams
Our greatest memories replay all night

Then we once again wake

Left happy
Content
Joyous
And sated

But what reason do we have for dreams
Following the winding path to where it leads
Singing with glee
Bells ringing in harmony

In dreams we wander
Hopefully searching
Dancing in ecstasy

In dreams we wander
Searching hopelessly
In dreams we wander
Calling sorrowfully
Brett  Jun 2013
Wanderer
Brett Jun 2013
From place to place i go
always moving
coming and going
never stopping

in time and space
i have been
both past and future
i have seen

but present
i am not here
for i have no place
i call my own

for i do wander
from time to time
around i go
here and there

from the past to the present
i will move about
never in one place
to call my own

for as i move
i do see
many things
come and go

few see
what i have
few felt
what has been

some see
but never realise
what is there
for eyes are closed
to what should be

as i wander
from here to there
i move about
now and then

time to move on
once again
for i am here
and you are there

for if i be
then im no longer here
for i have moved already
so see it as it should be

wandering
from place
within time
in space

never where i should be
for i am have come and gone
been there
seen what i should
now moved on

so see what you want
from whence i was
to where i go
see what you shall

for wander i do
in time
in space
in mind

for none to see
so i do carry on
moving around
until the day

when i do meet
myself where i should be
until that time comes
i will carry on

wandering where i am
where should i be
what have i been
why have i been there

for everything
comes and goes
a time and place
so ive been there
for a reason

but still i wander
i do come
and go
in the present
is my time now

for past and future
have become one
so all thats left is present
to live in

wandering about in time
is not where i should be
for once youve been there
is hard to see
what everyone sees
for so much more are you
that none do feel
like you

so wander you must do
in time
you may find
the place
you can call
your own

until that time
does come for me
i am here
but not in being
perhaps not in mind

for i wander
have been there
have been here
is all the same

no where is mine
to say it is
so travel i must
until one day

i can lay down
n pass away
in a place
where time and space
have stopped for me

that day is there
for me to see
but time is not
n space is hidden

so wander i will go
for where i stop
i dont know
for i am not there yet
here i am

ready
waiting
sitting
beating

just knowing that
for now i go
to join the queue
wandering

never settling
till i do find
my time in space
for me to rest

and say this is mine
where i do stay
with you i go
for now i am

no longer a wander
but a settler i be
until my days
i am here
with you i am

when one day
will come
for me to start
to go again
as i once did
my journey begins

for it happened once
so it will again
for me to pick up and go
never settle

to become part of time
within space i am
no longer anymore
just fade away

a wanderer i was
wandering in time
through space i went
but return i do
as that is all i am

a wanderer
Originally written on Friday, 10 April 2009 at 03:06
Jackie Mead  Jul 2018
Memory Lane
Jackie Mead Jul 2018
I wander down memory lane
Crossing corn fields, climbing over farm gates
Meandering through cobbled streets
Golden sandals on my feet
Tanned skin glowing, oh so brown
Smiling, laughing never a frown

I wander down memory lane
Swimming in blue sea, climbing rocks,
surfing in the choppy sea
I have a feeling of being young and carefree
Holding hands with my love, hands fit together like one soft glove

I wander down memory lane
Christmas tree standing tall, dropping needles on the floor
Mulled wine warming on the stove
Christmas tunes playing on the radio
Wrapping presents for the children, while they sleep
Presents wrapped, stored safely away from their keep

I wander down memory lane
This time a road trip to foreign lands
Car packed full to the brim, clothes, games, buckets and spades
Walking along glitzy promenades
Dip our toes in the warm ocean, walk on golden sands
Play mini golf, ride on a big dipper, have a late supper, go to the circus, catch a band

I wander down memory lane
To March and an usually warm sunny day
My wonderful Dad by my side, i step out the car a smile a mile wide
Todays the day I say i do for the rest of my days
It all goes by so quickly and in a bit of a fuzzy warm haze

I wander down memory lane
Full of wonderful memories and happy days
I wander down memory lane
Just for a while
The memories i recall making me smile
Its lovely to wander even just for a while
2 years on Thursday i lost my Dad, the weekend has been about remembering such happy times.

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