#fernweh - Hello Poetry

Feel me in the way you walk down a southern path The shape of your soul turns in me slowly in a bath, Hand me in your pocket warm to holding w/i a fold That fernweh way of dreaming aching its fool's gold Our far-off places, we've never, in a word have been, From a vanishing shore, an ache, a pain a whirlwind We have never touched, pull out, from the unknown Muscle memory, our imagination, in an undergrown When all is lost undiscovered I still worship god you Part of us in a fog, the other part, in an untamed blue Keep going to the flowing in us--a deeper in the way, Expand a horizon, past knowing you more each day, The ghost of what we were, a shift, a quiet widening Sometimes something breaks in us, opens up to sing.

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Mar 23

Mar 23, 2026 at 9:10 AM UTC

DarrellBaughn

That Fernewh Way of Dreaming

Feel me in the way you walk down a southern path The shape of your soul turns in me slowly in a bath, Hand me in your pocket warm to holding w/i a fold That fernweh way of dreaming aching its fool's gold Our far-off places, we've never, in a word have been, From a vanishing shore, an ache, a pain a whirlwind We have never touched, pull out, from the unknown Muscle memory, our imagination, in an undergrown When all is lost undiscovered I still worship god you Part of us in a fog, the other part, in an untamed blue Keep going to the flowing in us--a deeper in the way, Expand a horizon, past knowing you more each day, The ghost of what we were, a shift, a quiet widening Sometimes something breaks in us, opens up to sing.

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Battered plaster, shattered glass, splintered rafters, a crumbling mass. You former home of…who knows who? who left to roam away from you. Now you stand empty, broken but look quite grand in scars unspoken.

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Jan 20, 2025

Jan 20, 2025 at 8:38 AM UTC

jackgroundhog

Home alone

Battered plaster, shattered glass, splintered rafters, a crumbling mass. You former home of…who knows who? who left to roam away from you. Now you stand empty, broken but look quite grand in scars unspoken.

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I am not here .. This is not me .. The hands. They're tied The eyes, can they even see? I am not here .. My heart aches furthest away My lips still taste freshness of the dew Wisp of the morning air as I alight here Those far off hills still hear my silence Strengthen my arms to attain a balance In an utterly unbalanced existence Of bidding at a foreigners' coherence Emotionally capsized as I try to rise Mindless, alive _ as I count my breath This is not me .. I do not live here .. Humility defeated at novelty's sake Honesty killed at the behemoth's gate Humming a hymn of the hilly way Gathering pain for all It is at stake Making a living, just not living today This is not me .. Find me someplace else Have never been charred as I seem Have never been jaded and careless Over analysing was a known part Yet I let it all just go by cynic's way This is not me .. I have to dream now Final reprieve from this trying stay Heaven stands witness I tried today Quitting sans fight has never been my way Caged yet with the birds I warged in today Love in their flight, wish I could stay Wish I could stay I am not here Not at all here Today

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Mar 30, 2020

Mar 30, 2020 at 3:51 AM UTC

zhavaed-haemaed

Subterranean Homesick Alien

I am not here .. This is not me .. The hands. They're tied The eyes, can they even see? I am not here .. My heart aches furthest away My lips still taste freshness of the dew Wisp of the morning air as I alight here Those far off hills still hear my silence Strengthen my arms to attain a balance In an utterly unbalanced existence Of bidding at a foreigners' coherence Emotionally capsized as I try to rise Mindless, alive _ as I count my breath This is not me .. I do not live here .. Humility defeated at novelty's sake Honesty killed at the behemoth's gate Humming a hymn of the hilly way Gathering pain for all It is at stake Making a living, just not living today This is not me .. Find me someplace else Have never been charred as I seem Have never been jaded and careless Over analysing was a known part Yet I let it all just go by cynic's way This is not me .. I have to dream now Final reprieve from this trying stay Heaven stands witness I tried today Quitting sans fight has never been my way Caged yet with the birds I warged in today Love in their flight, wish I could stay Wish I could stay I am not here Not at all here Today

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How far would you today go To find that you had been looking for It stares at you expectant Yet you pass by not knowing where What shall illuminate, bright lights there Lost, clueless wanderers in the dark A tunnel deep excavated in their beings A depth in seclusion and bereft of share A song not sung in unison A few yards to the vanity fair What is it then that propels you What grips you to this nonchalant sphere Wish we knew Wish we knew

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Mar 30, 2020

Mar 30, 2020 at 1:29 AM UTC

zhavaed-haemaed

The bends

How far would you today go To find that you had been looking for It stares at you expectant Yet you pass by not knowing where What shall illuminate, bright lights there Lost, clueless wanderers in the dark A tunnel deep excavated in their beings A depth in seclusion and bereft of share A song not sung in unison A few yards to the vanity fair What is it then that propels you What grips you to this nonchalant sphere Wish we knew Wish we knew

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eines Tages sind wir weg irgendwo sorgenlos und frei frei ganz ohne Leid und Schreck sag mir weißt du schon wo? Vorstadthaus oder Leben im Dreck? Glücklich werden wir sein wir zwei in unserem fernen Versteck

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Feb 11, 2020

Feb 11, 2020 at 2:22 AM UTC

Jnada

frei und fern

eines Tages sind wir weg irgendwo sorgenlos und frei frei ganz ohne Leid und Schreck sag mir weißt du schon wo? Vorstadthaus oder Leben im Dreck? Glücklich werden wir sein wir zwei in unserem fernen Versteck

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I'd like to go for a drive Leave this place behind for a while Taking to the path beyond Watching as every unfamiliar road Passes me by One… By one.. By one… Finding myself in unknown towns In far away places Satisfying this desire To be anywhere else but here I want to just… Go... Until I find the place where my heart longs to be

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Oct 2, 2017

Oct 2, 2017 at 7:02 PM UTC

awhisperinthenight

Fernweh

I'd like to go for a drive Leave this place behind for a while Taking to the path beyond Watching as every unfamiliar road Passes me by One… By one.. By one… Finding myself in unknown towns In far away places Satisfying this desire To be anywhere else but here I want to just… Go... Until I find the place where my heart longs to be

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My mind full of hope and eagerness to travel far and beyond further than the eyes can see. My body aches for those places I have yet to travel to. My eyes seek those places unimaginably visited. My soul searches for another like me.

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Feb 15, 2016

Feb 15, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC

Secretpoet

Fernweh

My mind full of hope and eagerness to travel far and beyond further than the eyes can see. My body aches for those places I have yet to travel to. My eyes seek those places unimaginably visited. My soul searches for another like me.

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The moon hangs above me beclouded A pupil behind a milky cataract He knows night's words When he tells me them my eyes roll to whites My succubus drapes herself over me Her snakehair is such a mess They tell me love's words while biting at her ******* That woman is there in the window again black backlit cutout by yellow light so nicely framed She dances without moving I throw a rock at her window, and she stays motionless I flee terrified The winter forest draws snug its blanket snow unspoiled by track or trail My breath is smoke on the air The wastelands burn about me bergs of ***** bone They tell me of secret grottos in cool underground wherein water drip drip drips onto tombstones forever muted My longing lips crack and bleed My sunblind eyes drift skyward I scream for the vulture my friend to fly me down there

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Jul 12, 2015

Jul 12, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC

Vlarken

Night's Words

The moon hangs above me beclouded A pupil behind a milky cataract He knows night's words When he tells me them my eyes roll to whites My succubus drapes herself over me Her snakehair is such a mess They tell me love's words while biting at her ******* That woman is there in the window again black backlit cutout by yellow light so nicely framed She dances without moving I throw a rock at her window, and she stays motionless I flee terrified The winter forest draws snug its blanket snow unspoiled by track or trail My breath is smoke on the air The wastelands burn about me bergs of ***** bone They tell me of secret grottos in cool underground wherein water drip drip drips onto tombstones forever muted My longing lips crack and bleed My sunblind eyes drift skyward I scream for the vulture my friend to fly me down there

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A wind that blows through closed windows is felt but doesn't move a thing. I stepped out in the storm, the lightning didn't hit so i guess tomorrow's comin after all. we use words that only Germans understand to describe journeys we will never take. so now let's do the things we're never done before. we'll finally get passports. we'll go to the airport and get our ***** finally outta here. so just go. don't even tell them so. just go. send a postcard when ya get there.

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Jul 27, 2014

Jul 27, 2014 at 5:14 AM UTC

Jackie-Gee

send a postcard

A wind that blows through closed windows is felt but doesn't move a thing. I stepped out in the storm, the lightning didn't hit so i guess tomorrow's comin after all. we use words that only Germans understand to describe journeys we will never take. so now let's do the things we're never done before. we'll finally get passports. we'll go to the airport and get our ***** finally outta here. so just go. don't even tell them so. just go. send a postcard when ya get there.

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