Travel Poems
#travel
Travel poems, poetry about travelling and exploring the world. Poems about our human desire for adventure and exploration. Through travel, we explore and learn about the world, and ourselves. Poetry about encountering different cultures, taking on new challenges, and meeting people with very different lives to our own.
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:32pm
Yesterday 9:32pm
Sunday Morning south of Sydney
Travellers often say that visiting such and such a place was 'life changing'.
From my observations nothing much has changed in them, post travel.
They talk the same,walk the same and definitely think the same.
Can a woman hater change by visiting Notre Dame?
Does a bigot change from standing beneath Mount Fuji?
I've met some who have seen the slums of Delhi or the Concentration Camps of Poland.
They still walk past the street beggars and still lump people into groups they can despise.
An experience of any sort changes life but to change...
From my observations nothing much has changed in them, post travel.
They talk the same,walk the same and definitely think the same.
Can a woman hater change by visiting Notre Dame?
Does a bigot change from standing beneath Mount Fuji?
I've met some who have seen the slums of Delhi or the Concentration Camps of Poland.
They still walk past the street beggars and still lump people into groups they can despise.
An experience of any sort changes life but to change...
#travel
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4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:12pm
Yesterday 3:12pm
I would like to say, thank you for the hospitality of the state of Michigan and the city of Detroit and I humbly bow to the country of Canada for such generous hospitality.
In essence of that, I did not get to the Motown Museum due in part, my bestie and I was retained in Canada and then time became a factor.
Detroit is such a thriving city, and the tourist attractions were phenomenal, and the beautiful mural did the city modern justice.
The Spirit Of Detroit
The Spirit of Detroit is a magnificent monument...
In essence of that, I did not get to the Motown Museum due in part, my bestie and I was retained in Canada and then time became a factor.
Detroit is such a thriving city, and the tourist attractions were phenomenal, and the beautiful mural did the city modern justice.
The Spirit Of Detroit
The Spirit of Detroit is a magnificent monument...
#LifeAsAWriter
#passion
#travel #water
#travel #water
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Heisenberg68
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 00:52am
3rd Jan 2025 00:52am
Covenant of the Stars (A Poem for Progress)
Journey to the Stars
We stand at the edge of a dream,
A whisper carried on the winds of time,
From ancient sands where Abraham walked,
A covenant made beneath endless skies.
He set forth, not knowing the road,
A man with faith as his only map.
He left the known for the promise of more,
A seed of hope in the soil of the vast unknown.
And now, we too are called,
Not to one land, but to all the heavens.
To chart the stars and claim the void,
To carry life where silence reigns.
But the road is hard, the...
We stand at the edge of a dream,
A whisper carried on the winds of time,
From ancient sands where Abraham walked,
A covenant made beneath endless skies.
He set forth, not knowing the road,
A man with faith as his only map.
He left the known for the promise of more,
A seed of hope in the soil of the vast unknown.
And now, we too are called,
Not to one land, but to all the heavens.
To chart the stars and claim the void,
To carry life where silence reigns.
But the road is hard, the...
#LifeGoals
#stars
#travel #universe
#travel #universe
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Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 6:07am
30th Dec 2024 6:07am
White Sands
Jackal and carron picked my remains
yet still I lay
white sands
starry night body flayed
yet still I lay
white sands
bleached sun dried partially buried
yet still I lay
yet still I lay
white sands
starry night body flayed
yet still I lay
white sands
bleached sun dried partially buried
yet still I lay
#travel
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1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 00:19am
17th Dec 2024 00:19am
Pueblo Wedding
Pueblo Wedding
Cruising the asphalt road to Cibola
Ancient Mission beckons
From the desert shore of a primordial sea
Now sear hills in a brown terrain of mountains
We follow the river of highway
Onto the parking lot
Of the church made from the mud of ages
Shaped by earthen hands of ancestors
Whose chants haunt the whispering wind
Upon parting the gates of the sanctuary
Low and behold a Wedding unfolding
We enter the sacred space
Where ancient art
of pueblo women gathering corn
is frescoed on...
Cruising the asphalt road to Cibola
Ancient Mission beckons
From the desert shore of a primordial sea
Now sear hills in a brown terrain of mountains
We follow the river of highway
Onto the parking lot
Of the church made from the mud of ages
Shaped by earthen hands of ancestors
Whose chants haunt the whispering wind
Upon parting the gates of the sanctuary
Low and behold a Wedding unfolding
We enter the sacred space
Where ancient art
of pueblo women gathering corn
is frescoed on...
#happiness
#love
#marriage
#tradition
#travel
53 reads
2 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 2:06am
14th Dec 2024 2:06am
Ringside
Tracy takes me to Ringside Steakhouse the day before my birthday
We get our entrees at 9:30 PM.
I've flown from Phoenix to Portland
Spent Thanksgiving with my sister
Then taken the train to Tacoma to visit old friends
By the time a bus gets me back to Portland, it's late and I'm not very hungry
I haven't seen Tracy in 14 years
and it's only the second time seeing him in almost twenty
He's not on social media, so I didn't know how to age him in my mind
I never thought of him as fat,
but he's lost something like 50 pounds ...
We get our entrees at 9:30 PM.
I've flown from Phoenix to Portland
Spent Thanksgiving with my sister
Then taken the train to Tacoma to visit old friends
By the time a bus gets me back to Portland, it's late and I'm not very hungry
I haven't seen Tracy in 14 years
and it's only the second time seeing him in almost twenty
He's not on social media, so I didn't know how to age him in my mind
I never thought of him as fat,
but he's lost something like 50 pounds ...
#aging
#boyfriend
#travel
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5 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 00:48am
2nd Dec 2024 00:48am
Laughlin from the Sky
A sudden land blaze
Where am I?
The sky is honest
The land tells lies.
So many patchwork quilts
Neat human geometry
the higher you go.
45 minutes from Phoenix
a small crop of flashing signs below,
a river behind them.
I'm always guessing in the air
Where am I?
But I'm fairly certain i know this: Laughlin, Nevada
A weekend...what?
Fourteen years ago?
I want to start parsing that weekend
Neat cognitive geometry
Remembering this
Selectively forgetting that. ...
Where am I?
The sky is honest
The land tells lies.
So many patchwork quilts
Neat human geometry
the higher you go.
45 minutes from Phoenix
a small crop of flashing signs below,
a river behind them.
I'm always guessing in the air
Where am I?
But I'm fairly certain i know this: Laughlin, Nevada
A weekend...what?
Fourteen years ago?
I want to start parsing that weekend
Neat cognitive geometry
Remembering this
Selectively forgetting that. ...
#lust
#memories
#travel
153 reads
6 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 3:49am
1st Dec 2024 3:49am
distant shores
i stand
easily
on sand,
watching
the waves
come
and go,
back and
forth,
my soul
fantasizes
about going
places,
and as i
stand at
the
beginning
of my
world,
i imagine
touching
those
distant
shores.
easily
on sand,
watching
the waves
come
and go,
back and
forth,
my soul
fantasizes
about going
places,
and as i
stand at
the
beginning
of my
world,
i imagine
touching
those
distant
shores.
#dreams
#escape
#happiness
#learning
#travel
78 reads
8 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 3:52pm
25th Nov 2024 3:52pm
Boundless Horizons
We leapt from the heavens, hand in hand,
Plunging through clouds to kiss the land.
The wind screamed loud, but we heard only laughter,
Two souls entwined, chasing ever after.
A river beckoned, its wild heart untamed,
Through rapids and ripples, our courage reclaimed.
In a two-seater canoe, we danced on its waves,
Adventurers bold, no need to be saved.
The sea called next, with its predator's grin,
Among shark-filled waters, our love pulled us in.
We marveled at creatures, vibrant and free,
A symphony of life beneath...
Plunging through clouds to kiss the land.
The wind screamed loud, but we heard only laughter,
Two souls entwined, chasing ever after.
A river beckoned, its wild heart untamed,
Through rapids and ripples, our courage reclaimed.
In a two-seater canoe, we danced on its waves,
Adventurers bold, no need to be saved.
The sea called next, with its predator's grin,
Among shark-filled waters, our love pulled us in.
We marveled at creatures, vibrant and free,
A symphony of life beneath...
#love
#passion
#travel
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0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 7:16pm
10th Nov 2024 7:16pm
All Over The Place In Chicago, Illinois
I was in the city of Chicago during the beginning of college to find the best college that had the best spirit when it came to welcoming their new students.
I briefly toured University Illinois Chicago
Then I traveled to Ohio somewhere in time during an event known as Blink.
Enjoy, with Love and Hugs, always,
SKC🤎
I briefly toured University Illinois Chicago
Then I traveled to Ohio somewhere in time during an event known as Blink.
Enjoy, with Love and Hugs, always,
SKC🤎
#college
#passion
#travel
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sharadejahan
sharad
sharad
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 10:07am
27th Oct 2024 10:07am
Wild Beneath the Stars
That night, in the cozy warmth of the tent, they lay beside each other, wrapped in their sleeping bags, the sound of the wind rustling the tent walls around them. At first, the space between them felt vast, but as the night deepened and the conversations flowed, they found themselves inching closer, unconsciously seeking each other's warmth.
They talked about the stars visible through the small window of the tent, about their adulthoods, and about the freedom they felt here, away from the chaos of their usual lives. At one point, their hands brushed, and neither of them pulled...
They talked about the stars visible through the small window of the tent, about their adulthoods, and about the freedom they felt here, away from the chaos of their usual lives. At one point, their hands brushed, and neither of them pulled...
#erotic
#sex
#travel
431 reads
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
19th Oct 2024 10:36pm
19th Oct 2024 10:36pm
cheap hotel room
Its got a comfortable bed
and rustic decor
but the view out my window
is a brick wall
and there's dead cockroaches
scattered across my floor
The complimentary coffee is bad
the shower's temperamental
but the walls of this room are thicc
and I can't hear anyone yelling
or fucking or playing loud music
while I'm trying to sleep
I'm glad I picked up groceries
for breakfast already
because the roach problem
isn't giving me much confidence
about their breakfast menu
and I'm not up for a...
and rustic decor
but the view out my window
is a brick wall
and there's dead cockroaches
scattered across my floor
The complimentary coffee is bad
the shower's temperamental
but the walls of this room are thicc
and I can't hear anyone yelling
or fucking or playing loud music
while I'm trying to sleep
I'm glad I picked up groceries
for breakfast already
because the roach problem
isn't giving me much confidence
about their breakfast menu
and I'm not up for a...
#money
#music
#travel
99 reads
6 Comments
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