Argentine Tango

Vagabond Soul

Here I am in a house full of people,
Me in my empty house.
Here is a home for many settled souls,
Though mine is vagabond.
So many pearls at peace in their shells
While mine is unformed, unpolished;
Into a restive sandstorm it absconded
When it thought I couldn't tell.
Yet here I am in a house full of people,
And I try to bear it well.

Topic(s) of this poem: religion

Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 12, 2014
Poem Edited: Saturday, April 12, 2014

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Comments about Vagabond Soul by Argentine Tango

  • Hannah Kelly (5/5/2014 7:34:00 AM)

    I really like the way you've expressed the feeling of loneliness within a crowd, particularly the association with the home. It's a really lovely poem!

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  • Perry BiggerstaffPerry Biggerstaff (4/27/2014 6:48:00 PM)

    Wow....love it. The worst kind of loneliness is feeling alone in the crowd. (saving to favorites)

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  • Marco AngeloMarco Angelo (4/13/2014 2:41:00 AM)

    sometimes we live in a house full of people or full of living. but we feel lonely inside.
    that is a nice one. perfetto....vero..

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