Roaming Poems

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

A Strayed Straw

A Strayed Straw short poem

I am like a strayed straw Wind may take me along Life is like a beggar’s bra Before birth is a death song Helplessness is in the breed Which crops up like a seed Nothing is known to me indeed

Unseen And Unheard

Unseen And Unheard short poem

“The thunder did flash and the rain did fall, The wind too stirred up and started to creep and crawl. The sky turned dark and the lightening tore through, On and on it rumbled, a sinister grey the skies grew.

Poems containing references to : Roaming

He Dwells In Her Prison

He Dwells In Her Prison short poem

With a sense of certainty, He looked around, To No one but to himself, as she waited for his response, he said, “Your mind is a prison.” For him, it was the best. It was much better than roaming around

Ride Not Desires

Ride Not Desires short poem

None knows the borders of the sky so also there is no limit for persons greed So why do you want to dream to fulfil your never ending desires Go slow in per suit of your desires Why you want

The Free Bird

The Free Bird short poem

I am a bird thinking about nothing Seeing this freedom while I’m, well, flying Can’t stop to flap my wings and feel this breeze Seizing this moment like I’m all well freeze I see those mountains soaring to skies, World

Lone Goat

Lone Goat prose poem

Dwelling above Lake Louise is a young Alpha mountain goat who got run out of his pack for trying to take control away from the senior Alpha mountain goat. Young Alpha mountain goat is a feisty and shaggy beast. Fearless!

An Agonised Prayer

An Agonised Prayer short poem

Death was prowling from funeral to funeral. No shadow will be spared today. I am not ready yet for the final curtain. Bullets have left some clocks ticking in the pockets of time. I shall call the leader who is

Destiny

Destiny short poem

Nomadic moon was roaming in the maddened fear of night. A wordless journey in silent dark. Betonica for a painless being, sustains the blues of separation. An inverted green puts the roots upward to send a message. Fear breaks the

Gates Of Aleppo

Gates Of Aleppo prose poem

(1) At ‘Bab Al-nairab gate’,(1)on a pile of wet smoke, I meet a sackcloth, a muddy bear fur and two women; one holds by her amputated palm the tail of ‘Sayf Aldawla’s(2) robe, the other sings a rocky song. The

85 Improvisations On One Smile

85 Improvisations On One Smile prose poem

(1) A smile is a butterfly just taking a break on a soldier’s helmet. (2) A smile is an ember emerging out from snow. (3) A smile is a children’s clothesline hung between two ears. (4) A smile is an

Let Me Write A Poem Today

Let Me Write A Poem Today short poem

Let me write a poem today, don’t stop me please; Let me not stop today and release, What is in my mind and what is in my heart…? I am not and can never be a braggart… I speak what

Sweetheart

Sweetheart short poem

I still wait for her every night, Watching the stars with blue light, One is still missing, and might have right, Sometimes, roaming places, kindling a game, My eyes know her unseen delight, And I enjoy her playful absence the

Entitlement She Deserves

Entitlement She Deserves short poem

For me there is no crime so monstrous than rape, I wonder what sort of society we plan to shape. The victim feels detained in a prison with no hope to escape, I wish that these crimes be noted on

The Elusive Female Cougar

The Elusive Female Cougar long poem

Living in and roaming through a rugged domain east of Princeton, above the Old Hedley Road, this elusive cougar’s domain is to be admired. In the solitude of Nature. Elisa, with her three kits precariously strolling across a rocky precipice

I Still Believe In Zimbabwe

I Still Believe In Zimbabwe long poem

Zimbabwean by birth, Zimbabwean by color, Zimbabwean by beliefs, Zimbabwean by culture, Bred a Zimbabwean, I love Zimbabwe! I love peace! I love unity! Ishe Chibvunza If Zimbabwe could recall that eventful day in 1980 at Lancaster House, I bet

I see no change

I see no change short poem

I see no change In age.. For some years that were before, Childhood days were happy, Young age was to make merry. There was the sky and heaven, I was roaming as Romeo even. Then came established life; there was

The Slaves

The Slaves long poem

We have to keep all these bodies, And save them from scavengers; They have been roaming around. But the war scares them greatly. So, they prefer the tired nights. However, I saw last day that A dog ran away with

She

She long poem

An awakening moon she is in wakeful dream, A fairy in all true sense, gracing your life’s bend. When you like a confused caravan standing before vast Desert of heart’s domain, In desperate quest for quenching thirst of mind, partly

Throwing Stones At Philosophers

Throwing Stones At Philosophers long poem

Critical conscience is not an admittance of ambivalence, But a philosopher once said: “You threw a rock at my head Fred!” A road along a path is but a journey to nowhere, If your cart is broken by a donkey

Colors Of The Earth

Colors Of The Earth short poem

Colors of the Earth so beautiful and serene Reds, blues, browns and greens Oceans so blue and places so clear Standing and enjoying things from the peer Mountain ranges that reach the sky some higher than helicopters fly All types

Afternoon In Holidays (past Time)

Afternoon In Holidays (past Time) prose poem

In summer holidays, in day’s later session, having time of my own- on my bed , I used to lay down, it was my comfort session. I could not let my life go by just watching a movie, I had

Girl- A Lost Diamond

Girl  A Lost Diamond short poem

I used to be my family’s pearl But I am a curse as I am a girl Those four being monsters ate me with a sabre I used to be mumma’s doll those four threw me like a ball I

Am Skies

Am Skies short poem

Hauling bats, Twinkling stars Musical background and cloud with marks Cold waters running like Nile; How beautiful is AM and it’s sky! Moon playing hide and seek with clouds; Wondering why can’t the sun come when moon is around? Hoping

Fall Fall O Water Falls – Poem By Shuvo Chakraborty

Fall Fall O Water Falls   Poem By Shuvo Chakraborty long poem

Fall, fall, o water falls From peeping cliff of mountain walls Fall, o fall. Angel of heavy downpour. Thy careless treading on shapeless stairs Burst out in very next delve Laying bare the weary water slope. Lass of joyous birth

I Will Be Back !!

I Will Be Back !! short poem

I’ll be back on one foggy evening With a mask on my face. I don’t want you to welcome me, Keep your windows closed, and your heart sealed. I’ll not knock on your door; Not even call you by name.

In The Woods

In The Woods prose poem

Far from the hubbub of city nature nursed a dense forest and preserved the primitive air. A roaming fairy rested here for sometime loved the light and shade and murmur of leaves. The Lord of Woods came and proposed to

Blissful Ignorance

Blissful Ignorance short poem

If Unicorns were real would you see what i see or remain stuck on the end of a leash ? do you believe in magic or has your mind been shut by society? have you lost your imagination ? no!

Boyce Brandon Harris ™

Boyce Brandon Harris ™ elegy

April 9th 1929, my father gasped his first breath of air Head populated with black curly locks No pediatrician at his home birth, when he uttered that initial blare Nor preschool instructors extant to teach him building blocks Inherent in

Serene Revenge

Serene Revenge short poem

Unmoored in twilight, my most visible hands were ready to slam on the moon of stains to bring out the water of life. A secondhand night was waiting for an explosion, which never came. How long will we go to

Friendship Till Now

Friendship Till Now short poem

I went to see the Louvre Thousand paintings but a good few Hundreds of people roaming here and there But not a single friend like you.. Happy,sad,blessed moments We had the pictures framed upon these walls Each picture saying something

O Girls, O Women, Be Aware

O Girls, O Women,  Be Aware short poem

O Girls, O Women, Be Aware Mental Perverts are roaming everywhere , here and there, Their Outer Appearance resembles like a human being, but they are far from human and most WILDER then Wild Animals. So it makes most difficult

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Hands And Hearts

Hands And Hearts short poem

Hold on tight for life is good And we both know that we should For though we live lives apart We’re held together by our hearts And as the days turn to night We continue our brave fight And with

My Elegy

My Elegy short poem

What are we, but dust in the wind, A single grain of sand, upon a beach. The merest speck of light, In the great sun’s dazzling rays. A mere moment, in eternity, A mere second, in a life time. For

I’m A Beggar

Im A Beggar short poem

I wish to show you the depth of my heart But I’m afraid my love Darkness rules it Can you rule the darkness and be the light for me Can you shine in my depth or are you afraid dear

Her Astray Light

Her Astray Light short poem

Outside my rain pours, inside your heart weeps More than a breathe in your mistress reeks Girdle me all along, I wanna divest in your cape Where I can probe for the measures of your step The day you assert,

Battle For Madness

Battle For Madness short poem

I see it coming the end before the beginning. Of dawn. The midnight call. Impeachment was fragile. A satanic cult overwhelms the freedom of negation. Do yoy think we can move the tree of wisdom from the altar of ethics

Terror Or Other

Terror Or Other prose poem

Reveries are broken I wake up in despair Bombs blast human bodies Indiscriminately Human flesh—-of a child; a mother; a father who knows? Who cares? The issue is of attracting attention In the name of a religion To establish the

The Shell

The Shell short poem

As sure as eggs is eggs, My aching feet sing. But not out of love, joy Or any good thing. They’re fed up and tired Defeated by time. The joints have eroded Just listen to them grind. Like a rusty

I Used To Be Alive

I Used To Be Alive long poem

There was a time When i used to be alive That was before the night I decided to drink and drive I still remember it like it was yesterday When for the first time i decided to not do what

Pain And Tears

Pain And Tears prose poem

Work on me,walk with me and find things I lost long ago Always in my heart,for you I will rinse my tears Toil on you,stand with you and find things you lost long ago Forever in your heart,for me you