Nomad Poems

Nomad poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of nomad poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on nomad are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

The Nomad

The Nomad short poem

Born to wonder beyond borders The joy of contentment in wonderment Crossing prairies of earthly colours Created a world filled with excitement Through sun rays and rain showers Beyond the passages of past monument Sand of heat to mountain dew

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Going Off Course With Friend Sim

Going Off Course With Friend Sim prose poem

Daunting golden towers triples on a desert horizon Off the highway, – where is the caravan? Pierce your sword here into the tan dune side and let the aloe vera flow out; A paradox that lingers on chaffed lips –

Ramblings

Ramblings short poem

Untouched by words aloof from emotions dipped in water, but not wet blown by air, but not dry cold in heat, hot in cold detached from surroundings formless like smoke roaming from one place to another like a nomad, a

Wanderer

Wanderer short poem

Like a testudine wanderer or a gastropod tramp, the weight on my shoulders shrinks my home. Holes and scars of a limited life; duct tape and pants on display. For in such a tiny home, lives such a tiny voice

Driftwood

Driftwood short poem

I am driftwood I only drift from shore to shore. I cannot anchor, I cannot root, I have no branches, no leaves, and no flowers. I am driftwood which drifts far and wide with the current of the tide. I

Poems containing references to : Nomad

Comic Life

Comic Life prose poem

We were always meant to be “SEEKERS”. The true joy of explorations dwells deep within the soul of a man. It is an instinct you cannot ignore as it is the only dream that is real. An Unveiling of a

Needles and Pines

Needles and Pines short poem

Jesus in the devil’s dress- I call you needles and pines…creature of flesh, no flowers, brown eyes or dyed eyes, I rock you into your foundation tonight, no clouds hover in your heart, a binding of mint moss around, your

Lost Somewhere

Lost Somewhere short poem

Walking with a heavy heart Am I moving from future to past? Those happy colours of life Are they being discoloured by continuos strives? Those frank laughs and talks And those innocent smiles and all Have they become just a

Mind’s Mood

Minds Mood short poem

When the storm strikes, when the cold bites, when thirst is unquenched, when survival is at stake. deep in the world of loneliness, far away from love & happiness The mind a wild nomad, wandering here, there & everywhere. No

A Swallow Who Won’t Wallow

A Swallow Who Wont Wallow short poem

Am a swallow who’s fled from this world; to reside in a personal inferno! I fell into the hands of a virtual nomad; who got lost between what was unsaid & untrue. Like a greenhorn I followed him & ventured;

Flowers

Flowers prose poem

(1) A flower is a colorful scrabbling over a garden’s cheeks and a flying kiss into air. (2) A flower is a state of confusion, whenever a stigma erects up into a silky bed. (3) A flower is martyrdom on

Ah, Those Roots

Ah, Those Roots short poem

Every homecoming is a nomad’s offerings for forgiveness, A silent prayer, An apology for neglecting the roots, that have borne him. Two lovely yet lonely souls, leaning on each other Still, on their own worlds, Slowly move around and do

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Solitude Nimbus Soul

Solitude Nimbus Soul short poem

I think of myself as a heavy cloud, waiting anytime to pour down. But it is in me, trying to restrain my inner cloud. Though the sky is gray and it seems I keep falling on the same gravity. Sometimes

Winter Poem

Winter Poem short poem

That leaf as it fell From the tree It took my winter away To a place where regrets never went That swishes of wind Brought a change When I never thought I’d embrace a change I was far too proud

Pain

Pain short poem

Pain, small at first, creeping slowly Towards the heart of those loved And those who love A joke, ignored in the silence caused By soft, small pain A boy, desperate for answers Scanning the numbers and percents Trying to stop

Journey To Grave

Journey To Grave short poem

I feel eternal and immortal as I don’t realise it is my breath which is keeping me alive I am not bothered to know every breath that I am taking is leading me into my grave Upon Good I feel

Choices Good Or Bad

Choices Good Or Bad short poem

So here I am Sam Making choices good or bad The airhead lad Taking drugs, so sad He will never be glad, so sad Since he is hooked on drugs, too bad The life he will lead will be drab

Words

Words short poem

They say words are powerful, Coz they are both helpful and harmful. Kind words are inspirational, But unkind are no motivational. Words have power to inspire you, They light a spark that no one can do. Words make you cry

Scent Memory

Scent Memory short poem

The elevator smells like a woman I knew for a day back when I wasn’t such a behemoth could resist the mouth-temptations of savor and texture it was a bar and I was under-age but no one spotted the guilty

A Relic Life in solitude

A Relic Life in solitude short poem

I go to work to keep sane, The youth loathe me in my face. Aloof, I display a character of experience, Of Poise, of dignity and inflicted disgrace! My mirror welcomes me home silently, I caress my dry lips with

Strayed At Crossroad

Strayed At Crossroad short poem

Myriad of choices some made myself few were made for me some paths I chose some were chosen for me. On some I got lost on some I wandered some I was forced to walk about some I would never

Mrityorma`amritam gamaya

Mrityorma`amritam gamaya short poem

Unable to reach out with arms wide spread words escaping mouth uttered for the benefit of ears his own ears no one can listen no one can see no one is around it is cold and desolate not a blade

Coexistence

Coexistence short poem

I know we have different moods I know we have different shades That is the reason my heart broods Love at first sight takes decades In melting snow of sheer hatred Making a place for emotions to flow When all

Alligator Boot Cars

Alligator Boot Cars prose poem

I’m gonna run away Start a one man cult As the king turd Of an empire of shit Change direction With the wind Living forever In a dream Behind a million mirrors At the end Of the rainbows On the

My Hands Are So Cold

My Hands Are So Cold short poem

My hands are so cold And my spirit is so old. My eyes are so dark and heavy with the weight in my heart already. I was born with the feelings and thought, That I believe I may have brought

Live Baits

Live Baits short poem

An autopsy was being conducted with brutality to silence the rising dialogue, pulling out the lethal crunch of scripted history. You want the kiss of a parting grain. A secondhand face crops up in a newspaper. Are you ashamed of

Man-A City Within a city

Man A City Within a city long poem

Like city wall that blocks off invaders, so is the skin which covers the body from head top to the sole of the foot. A wall that protects the body against known and un-known enemies, a drain pipe that discharges

Cortile Of Old House

Cortile Of Old House ballad

Along with their desolate fortune, Old parents waiting for their unsparing children, Who left them in the barren garden, For the sake of their ambitions, They omit them between the world, When they needed love and care, They gifted them

I Want A Tuesday Kind Of Love

I Want A Tuesday Kind Of Love prose poem

I want a Tuesday kind of love. The sort of thing that involves little dreaming and scheming; the sort of thing that comes paired with too-strong coffee and too-loud songbirds and the drone of the news at 6 a.m. or

Change

Change short poem

If you see a change in me It’s not because I want it you see It’s hard to be who I want to be When I’m pushed to the limits you see I’ve had the soul ripped out of me

Ashes To Ashes

Ashes To Ashes short poem

Oh, the leaves of green that exist no longer As the days grow cold and a little stronger My heart and the seasons intertwined The child dies; the man grows less kind Experience is the lesson hard earned Best of

Devaki, Destiny’s Forgotten Daughter

Devaki, Destiny’s Forgotten Daughter prose poem

Tattered clothes that were barely there Her tortured soul was threadbare too. She mirrored our impotent helplessness In the face of destiny’s dire performance As we watched her bizarre life played out. Every time I saw her writhe and squirm,

Love Sonnet 176

Love Sonnet 176 sonnet poems

Of sweet moments we make remembrances, Such that by time the love object departs, We will be left to reminisce glances, Of times in which we have indulged our hearts; For hardly last the charm of fleeting things: The hug,

Nothingness And Being

Nothingness And Being short poem

Sometimes lurking in corner. Sometimes tumbling down endlessly, and sometimes with frozen smile immolating oneself before an idol to be. He danced imprisoned in a glass case whole life. Overcoming the pretentious inhibition to stand naked in dimlights of arguments.

Invisible

Invisible ballad

You are my husband but you never see me unless you want something. With you I always seem to have very bad timing. I am bugging you. Why don’t you just say go away. Why don’t you just say I

Are You Still Crying O Mom

Are You Still Crying O Mom short poem

Do not cry o mom, Are you yet to find a reason of my murder, I went to roam around in the jungle, Little did I know about the hunter, Who was waiting to hunt. You once narrated that this

Lust To Love

Lust To Love short poem

Did you ever try To understand my lips on cozy darks of warms days of February. Your lips descended, to the salivary blast that my glands made. To feed you. For the night. And my lips as wet as yours

A Break and me…

A Break and me... short poem

A dream and me gazing at will merrily A hammock and me, lying and reading leisurely A Holsunlit day and me, basking in its glory A riverside and me fishing secrets deeply A sand dune and me reflecting shadows quietly

Who Am I

Who Am I ballad

A sleepless night exploring an expectation My mind eye playing the reel Anxiety clicking with time My self – doubt will maybe? The inner voice begins to play The same old Sun awakes a new day This is I the

Ode To A House That Harboured Beginnings And Ends

Ode To A House That Harboured Beginnings And Ends ode

Beloved houses die in essence, Beloved people in mass. These treasures seem to balance. Upon infinitesimal hours. For houses die subtle silent deaths, Like furtive fading seasons. Like shadows of dimming lengths, As the fugitive sun hastens. They die –

Waiting

Waiting short poem

Under the gaze of bald beliefs a warped dialect becomes a squeezer. Helplessly I watch the slashing of my wrists. Darkness burns, without light only intense heat. The expected miracle digs in around, in trenches of my knees. I become