Wander – the word was used by William Wordsworth in his poem – Daffodils. Its great to wander, like the clouds do, I would love to wander in the streets of a market place to see the colourful wares on display. Wandering is good for Creative people as they get to think on various ideas too and plan effectively. Wandering could be a sign of laziness but actually is more than just that… though some people just want to wander around, its a good way to pass time.
i wander around aimlessly thinking of what the next move will be. tomorrows snack will be more than just a banana and coffee. I wonder and wander into the brain of my lover, who i think could be trini. She’s The Yeti. I shouldn’ve have said that.
I wandered into the heart of a stranger. He sat on a bench and looked into my soul. There’s nothing to say, nothing to change. He smiles, smiles, smiles at my big brown eyes. I loose myself in his smile in the wrinkles in his face. His eyes match mine and I can’t look away. This is love.
Wandering through memories, forests, and thoughts. Scattering life force, one drop at a time. Take your hand, walk these paths with me. But not towards the past, neither good nor bad. But towards a future, one with room for two. Hold my hand please, keep me close. Let’s walk, in rain aor shine, towards ASNdoaj
the lake, the river, the grass, on my bike. I wander through the woods, the clouds, sometimes on a plane… but mostly through my mind. the happiest moments i have are when wandering.
der through the desert on a hourse with no name elt good to be out of the rain. I wonder as I wander out undert the sky There are many places I can wander in the world I am not lost but rather on a journey one that will take me to where I want to b e in life where ever that might be I don’t knowve a peter pan complex why can’t I I want to go to neverland and fight pirates with the lost boys the animated ones not the vampires I don’t know what I’m typing I just ham they told men not to think just to write si I”m writing but for how long when can I stop I’m running out of things to talk about and the fact that I ter then the curser moves is annoying
a wandering minstrel I, went wandering through life without a care in the world. until I came upon some quicksand and sank into the earth. so far so good.
around in a small forest
with baby monkeys following you on a bridge
then show the monkeys where to get food and live on their own..then live with them and start acting like one. the end results will make you like tarzan
then you will be able to survive in all of lifes problems.
i wander how i got here i cant be sure. i recall pressing buttons and suddenly it is this task of wanderlust fingers and purple snails testing my time huuu i wonder wander what it will be.
He stumbled a bit to the left, before jumping back to the right. Swishing his tail side to side, he flicked his head from right to left. Where was I?
But he simply shrugged his shoulders and began to wander around the forest.
well you know if you are not sure where you are, maybe lost in thought or something you just wander about, not knowing where to go. you’re not sure where you’re going and you don’t really care. you’re just walking about because you’re mind is off somewheres else. your mind can wander off, too, it’s when you think about things that are unrelating to current events. like in class, when you look out the window and just think about things. and your eyes can wander too, when they’re moving around and looking at everything but seeing nothing.
If you think that the only way to find the world is through the internet then you have fallen prey to the beast like so many other teenagers. To wander the world would be the best. Going where you don’t know, to where you’re lost most of the time. Wandering around is a fabulous feeling. You meet brand new people and they have so many stories. Of course you could see the downside and notice that you are lost, alone, scared, but that’s the point. To go where you have no knowledge, to really now what the world is like out of your house, out of your city limit.
I wander around.
It takes me places I didn’t know I could go.
I walk and walk and walk and think.
My feet have a mind of their own.
I find places. I find smells.
I shouldn’t have plans on days like these.
I should just walk and have no plans.
I should just let my days go.
The streets are full of color; deliciously bright oranges and apples’ ripe juices penetrate the smoke and aroma of the people passing by. A merchant straightens his shirt with his sweaty hands while a female customer bats her eyelashes and plays with his bracelet. The smiles of strangers brighten the sky and thin the fog. The street comes alive and I wander.
I dont know where you are right now. Did you wander away from where you were? Away from your car,away from what you may have feared? I don’t know the answer to this only you do and god and i wish i would get a sign on where you wandered off too. I sit her crying because I don’t get texts anymore I just fear the worst. Woman’s instinct i dont know. Known you for a year and thought i’d finally see you. Where are you? I miss you like crazy. All that is left now is the 1822 texts i have and the pictures in my yahoo inbox.
I wandered through the forest, watching the otters as the flipped and frolicked in the stream, tittering their sibling song. I smiled to myself, remembering my own younger days with my baby brother, tumbling around in our own room. I sat on the edge of the river, thinking back to my happy childhood.
You can go and go and go and reach the highest highs and lowest lows. From ocean tides to mountain highs, but no matter where you wander I hope to haunt you.
I’m not sure if wonder leads to wander, or wander leads to wonder. It’s more than strolling, every part of me wanders. My ears wander, my eyes, my feet, my soul. An escape to intuition. No maps, no answers.
All that is gold does not glitter, not all who wander are lost. Does it count if I didn’t come up with it myself? It’s 2 in the morning; I have to be up in 7 hours. But my mind keeps WANDERING.
Wandering is an actiivity of perception. You can be scared of it, or you can embrace it. Some people are planners, and it can be hard for them to succumb to wandering. Others see wandering as one of the only worthy pleasures of life, and take every oppurtunity to do so.
I wandered into the forest and the green trees beshadowed me into darkness. What a frustrating thing it is to be lost. Into the darkness was a lost way and a trail that led to a tiny gnomes village. He sat there next to me dosing off and laying in the brush. “What was that you said” A tiny voice came into the view and a look of shame was on his fa
I’m wandering about in the woods when i stumble upon a man. he is bent over and shivering, cowering in the shelter of a tree. i approach him quietly, hesitant to touch him. finally, i reach out my hand and gently grasp his shoulder.
Wander is a great thing, I love to wander with easy and no plans, you find something you are or are not looking for, you usually always smile or maybe realize something you didn’t know before. I love to wander in the woods, the beaches, the trees, outside in my brian or even just wander my mind with thoughts and ideas. Wandering is great.
I wander through life not because I am lost but because I want to stumble upon something extraordinary. If I look I will never find it, therefore it must find me.
in wander around searching and hopng things will change but wandering doesnt help it only makes you not see it means you dont pay attention r even care about your souroundings and you never know when you stumble out of it. wandering is to just walk without thought or caring AND I DONT WANT TO WANDER FOREVER.
walk
woods
forest
fire
wolf
lions
owls
carnivals
circus
clown
mother
son
drawn
ghosts
money
economics
dogs
river
death
blood
burder
red
woman
love
passion
deceive
lust
Wander.
Wandering.
Wanderlust.
I’m wandering off.
I think I’m straying from where I wanted to be right now; I know I am, I can feel it. And it’s all because of you. You are enticing me, making me wonder, making me wander.
I’m tired of wandering.
You don’t lead me anywhere.
My mind likes to wander all over the place. Just sitting here tonight I have explored many different places without ever leaving my seat here on the couch. Sometimes this is nice, sometimes it is scary, but I can tell you one thing, it is ALWAYS an adventure.
As I looked at the crowd piling in the doors, I finally knew what it felt like to be small. To be insignificant on so many levels and honestly, I knew it all along. We’re nothing.
Wander – the word was used by William Wordsworth in his poem – Daffodils. Its great to wander, like the clouds do, I would love to wander in the streets of a market place to see the colourful wares on display. Wandering is good for Creative people as they get to think on various ideas too and plan effectively. Wandering could be a sign of laziness but actually is more than just that… though some people just want to wander around, its a good way to pass time.
i wander around aimlessly thinking of what the next move will be. tomorrows snack will be more than just a banana and coffee. I wonder and wander into the brain of my lover, who i think could be trini. She’s The Yeti. I shouldn’ve have said that.
I wandered into the heart of a stranger. He sat on a bench and looked into my soul. There’s nothing to say, nothing to change. He smiles, smiles, smiles at my big brown eyes. I loose myself in his smile in the wrinkles in his face. His eyes match mine and I can’t look away. This is love.
Wandering through memories, forests, and thoughts. Scattering life force, one drop at a time. Take your hand, walk these paths with me. But not towards the past, neither good nor bad. But towards a future, one with room for two. Hold my hand please, keep me close. Let’s walk, in rain aor shine, towards ASNdoaj
the lake, the river, the grass, on my bike. I wander through the woods, the clouds, sometimes on a plane… but mostly through my mind. the happiest moments i have are when wandering.
der through the desert on a hourse with no name elt good to be out of the rain. I wonder as I wander out undert the sky There are many places I can wander in the world I am not lost but rather on a journey one that will take me to where I want to b e in life where ever that might be I don’t knowve a peter pan complex why can’t I I want to go to neverland and fight pirates with the lost boys the animated ones not the vampires I don’t know what I’m typing I just ham they told men not to think just to write si I”m writing but for how long when can I stop I’m running out of things to talk about and the fact that I ter then the curser moves is annoying
let my mind wander as my fingers often do
across a pad of paper or a canvas full of paint
or the hand of a friend who needs it.
but it always leaves me to wonder.
a wandering minstrel I, went wandering through life without a care in the world. until I came upon some quicksand and sank into the earth. so far so good.
What a thing of beauty it is to never know.
i wander all day why he did not love me anymore. i was shocked to know the reason. i wish he realized my pain but he never really cared by my pain.
around in a small forest
with baby monkeys following you on a bridge
then show the monkeys where to get food and live on their own..then live with them and start acting like one. the end results will make you like tarzan
then you will be able to survive in all of lifes problems.
I wander around figuring out how. Tomorrow I wonder If the wander will wane. Man, this is a stupid Poem. But at least I can practice typing fast.
I still have time.
i wander how i got here i cant be sure. i recall pressing buttons and suddenly it is this task of wanderlust fingers and purple snails testing my time huuu i wonder wander what it will be.
He stumbled a bit to the left, before jumping back to the right. Swishing his tail side to side, he flicked his head from right to left. Where was I?
But he simply shrugged his shoulders and began to wander around the forest.
quotes
to wander is to roam around. It is when someone wants to explore a place and become familiar with the place.
Wander.
Wonder.
Wand.
I wandered around the patio
Wondering if he was inside
Wand at the ready
Wander.Wonder.Wand
All words used previously.
well you know if you are not sure where you are, maybe lost in thought or something you just wander about, not knowing where to go. you’re not sure where you’re going and you don’t really care. you’re just walking about because you’re mind is off somewheres else. your mind can wander off, too, it’s when you think about things that are unrelating to current events. like in class, when you look out the window and just think about things. and your eyes can wander too, when they’re moving around and looking at everything but seeing nothing.
If you think that the only way to find the world is through the internet then you have fallen prey to the beast like so many other teenagers. To wander the world would be the best. Going where you don’t know, to where you’re lost most of the time. Wandering around is a fabulous feeling. You meet brand new people and they have so many stories. Of course you could see the downside and notice that you are lost, alone, scared, but that’s the point. To go where you have no knowledge, to really now what the world is like out of your house, out of your city limit.
I wander around.
It takes me places I didn’t know I could go.
I walk and walk and walk and think.
My feet have a mind of their own.
I find places. I find smells.
I shouldn’t have plans on days like these.
I should just walk and have no plans.
I should just let my days go.
The streets are full of color; deliciously bright oranges and apples’ ripe juices penetrate the smoke and aroma of the people passing by. A merchant straightens his shirt with his sweaty hands while a female customer bats her eyelashes and plays with his bracelet. The smiles of strangers brighten the sky and thin the fog. The street comes alive and I wander.
I dont know where you are right now. Did you wander away from where you were? Away from your car,away from what you may have feared? I don’t know the answer to this only you do and god and i wish i would get a sign on where you wandered off too. I sit her crying because I don’t get texts anymore I just fear the worst. Woman’s instinct i dont know. Known you for a year and thought i’d finally see you. Where are you? I miss you like crazy. All that is left now is the 1822 texts i have and the pictures in my yahoo inbox.
I wandered through the forest, watching the otters as the flipped and frolicked in the stream, tittering their sibling song. I smiled to myself, remembering my own younger days with my baby brother, tumbling around in our own room. I sat on the edge of the river, thinking back to my happy childhood.
You can go and go and go and reach the highest highs and lowest lows. From ocean tides to mountain highs, but no matter where you wander I hope to haunt you.
I’m not sure if wonder leads to wander, or wander leads to wonder. It’s more than strolling, every part of me wanders. My ears wander, my eyes, my feet, my soul. An escape to intuition. No maps, no answers.
All that is gold does not glitter, not all who wander are lost. Does it count if I didn’t come up with it myself? It’s 2 in the morning; I have to be up in 7 hours. But my mind keeps WANDERING.
Wandering is an actiivity of perception. You can be scared of it, or you can embrace it. Some people are planners, and it can be hard for them to succumb to wandering. Others see wandering as one of the only worthy pleasures of life, and take every oppurtunity to do so.
I wandered into the forest and the green trees beshadowed me into darkness. What a frustrating thing it is to be lost. Into the darkness was a lost way and a trail that led to a tiny gnomes village. He sat there next to me dosing off and laying in the brush. “What was that you said” A tiny voice came into the view and a look of shame was on his fa
I’m wandering about in the woods when i stumble upon a man. he is bent over and shivering, cowering in the shelter of a tree. i approach him quietly, hesitant to touch him. finally, i reach out my hand and gently grasp his shoulder.
We wonder, we ponder.
We daydream, we wander.
Wander is a great thing, I love to wander with easy and no plans, you find something you are or are not looking for, you usually always smile or maybe realize something you didn’t know before. I love to wander in the woods, the beaches, the trees, outside in my brian or even just wander my mind with thoughts and ideas. Wandering is great.
I wander through life not because I am lost but because I want to stumble upon something extraordinary. If I look I will never find it, therefore it must find me.
in wander around searching and hopng things will change but wandering doesnt help it only makes you not see it means you dont pay attention r even care about your souroundings and you never know when you stumble out of it. wandering is to just walk without thought or caring AND I DONT WANT TO WANDER FOREVER.
walk
woods
forest
fire
wolf
lions
owls
carnivals
circus
clown
mother
son
drawn
ghosts
money
economics
dogs
river
death
blood
burder
red
woman
love
passion
deceive
lust
Wander.
Wandering.
Wanderlust.
I’m wandering off.
I think I’m straying from where I wanted to be right now; I know I am, I can feel it. And it’s all because of you. You are enticing me, making me wonder, making me wander.
I’m tired of wandering.
You don’t lead me anywhere.
I take his hand in mine and lead him to the car. We drive all night until we see the dawn. Never look back. Just me and him together.
My mind likes to wander all over the place. Just sitting here tonight I have explored many different places without ever leaving my seat here on the couch. Sometimes this is nice, sometimes it is scary, but I can tell you one thing, it is ALWAYS an adventure.
Wander. I wander. We wander. She wanders.
Through the park, on a cloudy day. The trees’ shadows fall on the ground, their edges gone; never born; never to exist. Not today.
His eyes wandered away from her after the first few minutes, her voice droning on irritatingly. He quickly decided to leave.
As I looked at the crowd piling in the doors, I finally knew what it felt like to be small. To be insignificant on so many levels and honestly, I knew it all along. We’re nothing.