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.
missjem56
Poem Published
13th May 2021 4:09pm
13th May 2021 4:09pm
Gone Fishing Under A Shrouded Cloud
Lady Annie Brassey
Perchance, went fly fishing
For flying fish
With a different kind of fishnet.
Sadly
Constance, was not constant
A crowded yacht
Somehow, now seemed empty
Tears to weep
Into the oceans deep
As the Sunbeams rays
Became shrouded
by Jemia
Perchance, went fly fishing
For flying fish
With a different kind of fishnet.
Sadly
Constance, was not constant
A crowded yacht
Somehow, now seemed empty
Tears to weep
Into the oceans deep
As the Sunbeams rays
Became shrouded
by Jemia
#sadness
#sea
#travel
#historical
#nonfiction
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APissPoorShaman
Poem Published
12th May 2021 9:16am
12th May 2021 9:16am
Now I am now
Same blood, same bone
my hands are no different
but I do not recognize the face in the mirror
everything has changed
a mirror image of what was
not from other men but from myself
who am I now
this stranger waking up in my skin
when past and present have no meaning
and only the future lays open
beckoning me with it's siren song
looking into the future
to find I've already been where I'm going
what am I now
engulfed in a flame of pure being
a fire that burns yet leaves me whole
A fire I hold in hands made from fire...
my hands are no different
but I do not recognize the face in the mirror
everything has changed
a mirror image of what was
not from other men but from myself
who am I now
this stranger waking up in my skin
when past and present have no meaning
and only the future lays open
beckoning me with it's siren song
looking into the future
to find I've already been where I'm going
what am I now
engulfed in a flame of pure being
a fire that burns yet leaves me whole
A fire I hold in hands made from fire...
#travel
#SelfDiscovery
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Kaylor1967
Ruben
Ruben
Poem Published
9th May 2021 9:31pm
9th May 2021 9:31pm
Tall trees
There’s tall trees...
Giving shade.
So rest for a while.
Take a breath.
The journey is long.
A winding path.
Through wild country.
Wipe the sweat from your brow.
Kick of your shoes.
Allow the breeze to cool.
For tomorrow is coming.
Without any doubt.
There will be challenges.
Testing times indeed.
New adventures.
Mystery places.
Foreign lands.
Beautiful faces.
Destiny it may be.
In a galaxy far far away.
Time now to move.
Grab your pack my darling.
Walk the walk. ...
Giving shade.
So rest for a while.
Take a breath.
The journey is long.
A winding path.
Through wild country.
Wipe the sweat from your brow.
Kick of your shoes.
Allow the breeze to cool.
For tomorrow is coming.
Without any doubt.
There will be challenges.
Testing times indeed.
New adventures.
Mystery places.
Foreign lands.
Beautiful faces.
Destiny it may be.
In a galaxy far far away.
Time now to move.
Grab your pack my darling.
Walk the walk. ...
#fate
#travel
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4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th May 2021 6:24am
7th May 2021 6:24am
Machu Picchu of the Heart
Machu Picchu of the Heart
Andean vales green as envy
Gather pilgrims for holiday from tears
Where tradition is the religion
For doubters and believers alike
When lovers creeds turn into forested hills
Where trees are strong as fairy spells
Whose magic cannot replace agape
Or fool the delight of couples
In their unbound love
On their woodland trek
To a place beyond toil or strife
Where sacred shrines point the way
To a Machu Picchu of the heart
Andean vales green as envy
Gather pilgrims for holiday from tears
Where tradition is the religion
For doubters and believers alike
When lovers creeds turn into forested hills
Where trees are strong as fairy spells
Whose magic cannot replace agape
Or fool the delight of couples
In their unbound love
On their woodland trek
To a place beyond toil or strife
Where sacred shrines point the way
To a Machu Picchu of the heart
#romantic
#holiday
#religion
#travel
#metaphor
21 reads
3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st May 2021 6:17am
1st May 2021 6:17am
Caravanserai
Caravanserai
“Te khalion tai te shingerdjon che gada, hai tu te trais sastimasa tai voyasa.”
“With what tongue have you laid a curse upon me?”
“Only the speech of Gypsies and not so much a curse as a blessing if seen in the right light.”
“I take your words to be risqué in nature. Please translate so that I may see the good side of what you propose.”
“‘May your clothes rip and wear out, but may you live on in good health and in fulfillment.’ You see to live naked and happy is good fortune indeed. Clothes are an impediment to the joys...
“Te khalion tai te shingerdjon che gada, hai tu te trais sastimasa tai voyasa.”
“With what tongue have you laid a curse upon me?”
“Only the speech of Gypsies and not so much a curse as a blessing if seen in the right light.”
“I take your words to be risqué in nature. Please translate so that I may see the good side of what you propose.”
“‘May your clothes rip and wear out, but may you live on in good health and in fulfillment.’ You see to live naked and happy is good fortune indeed. Clothes are an impediment to the joys...
#love
#romantic
#travel
#culture
#tradition
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
29th Apr 2021 6:39pm
29th Apr 2021 6:39pm
Ethel
Memory loss makes me
Angry at the universe
Double helices of doom
Belied by countless good times
In so many places
Indoor outdoor
Oh the outdoors
Prayed at nature’s
Vast cathedrals
Learned to be adventurous
From wild grandma
Our very own John Muir
Of course I’ll (hopefully)
Never forget the smile
In those eyes
Your epic witch’s cackle
I don’t think you knew
Whose son I was
Near the end
And I’m not sure he’ll know
Whose children mine are
In a couple decades
Can’t worry about that...
Angry at the universe
Double helices of doom
Belied by countless good times
In so many places
Indoor outdoor
Oh the outdoors
Prayed at nature’s
Vast cathedrals
Learned to be adventurous
From wild grandma
Our very own John Muir
Of course I’ll (hopefully)
Never forget the smile
In those eyes
Your epic witch’s cackle
I don’t think you knew
Whose son I was
Near the end
And I’m not sure he’ll know
Whose children mine are
In a couple decades
Can’t worry about that...
#family
#memories
#MentalHealth
#travel
#NaPoWriMo2021
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2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
19th Apr 2021 12:41pm
19th Apr 2021 12:41pm
Bridged Memories
The first bridge, sent me up North
I witnessed Moon landings, and Space Odysseys, come forth
The second bridge i crossed, took me to the West
Memories of beautiful Wales, at its best
The third bridge, took me to Sussex's mouth
Life, and gender changing events, happening in the South
The fourth bridge, took me to the East
Where-in lay Thailand, a beautiful temples feast
And the fifth bridge, got me talking more
A bridge in my mouth, for more jaw jaw!
by Jemia
I witnessed Moon landings, and Space Odysseys, come forth
The second bridge i crossed, took me to the West
Memories of beautiful Wales, at its best
The third bridge, took me to Sussex's mouth
Life, and gender changing events, happening in the South
The fourth bridge, took me to the East
Where-in lay Thailand, a beautiful temples feast
And the fifth bridge, got me talking more
A bridge in my mouth, for more jaw jaw!
by Jemia
#LifeCycle
#travel
#SelfDiscovery
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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
17th Apr 2021 8:16pm
17th Apr 2021 8:16pm
Realms of Middle-Earth
Elven Halls with finely crafted rafters
Dwarven Mines filled with industry and sturdy portals
Hobbit-holes, quaint in their pursuit of comfort
Cities of Man that sprawl out in stone and timber
Wizard's Towers rising with power into the sky
Forests of the Ents, preserved and cared for.
The accursed lands of Mordor, full of ash and hate
and Fallen realms in thrall to the Dark Lord.
And furthest to the West,
the seas to Valinor.
Dwarven Mines filled with industry and sturdy portals
Hobbit-holes, quaint in their pursuit of comfort
Cities of Man that sprawl out in stone and timber
Wizard's Towers rising with power into the sky
Forests of the Ents, preserved and cared for.
The accursed lands of Mordor, full of ash and hate
and Fallen realms in thrall to the Dark Lord.
And furthest to the West,
the seas to Valinor.
#earth
#travel
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 7:56pm
14th Apr 2021 7:56pm
Glimpse of Grey
I am known by many names,
I am the Grey Pilgrim;
roaming from here to there
in time of need
never early or late,
arriving precisely when I mean to,
in time to turn the tide
against darkness.
I am a friend to Elf and Dwarf
and Man
and Hobbits who I like the most.
I am a Servant
of the Secret Fire,
though my arms of choice
are wisdom and pity.
I am the Grey Pilgrim;
roaming from here to there
in time of need
never early or late,
arriving precisely when I mean to,
in time to turn the tide
against darkness.
I am a friend to Elf and Dwarf
and Man
and Hobbits who I like the most.
I am a Servant
of the Secret Fire,
though my arms of choice
are wisdom and pity.
#travel
#magic
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
13th Apr 2021 8:29pm
13th Apr 2021 8:29pm
Beyond the Western Shores
The seas call me away
from these shores
to somewhere else
beyond the West.
Where I can have a holiday
and rest these old feeling bones.
I may never return
back this way again,
Or see the misted mountains again
Or visit the murky woods and forests
Or the plains where the horses roam,
Yes,
I am quite ready,
for one more
adventure.
from these shores
to somewhere else
beyond the West.
Where I can have a holiday
and rest these old feeling bones.
I may never return
back this way again,
Or see the misted mountains again
Or visit the murky woods and forests
Or the plains where the horses roam,
Yes,
I am quite ready,
for one more
adventure.
#sea
#travel
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Harold-Weathervein
Poem Published
13th Apr 2021 00:07am
13th Apr 2021 00:07am
don't mistake the things I feel guilty about with the things I regret.
Frantic.
I was burning madness.
Head was hot in the steamy night.
Streets alive with music from all sides.
Sweating out nothing but the bottle of scotch given to me by a girl.
She told me her Father was an alcoholic.
She told me that I could handle it.
To get it away from him, she said, would help her.
I didn't understand it then.
But I was the drunken hero.
Sweat. Antsy. Anxious.
I heard brass clashing from a foyer.
It was good.
Boy was it good.
My feet were still bare and leaving blood spots with every step. ...
I was burning madness.
Head was hot in the steamy night.
Streets alive with music from all sides.
Sweating out nothing but the bottle of scotch given to me by a girl.
She told me her Father was an alcoholic.
She told me that I could handle it.
To get it away from him, she said, would help her.
I didn't understand it then.
But I was the drunken hero.
Sweat. Antsy. Anxious.
I heard brass clashing from a foyer.
It was good.
Boy was it good.
My feet were still bare and leaving blood spots with every step. ...
#music
#alcohol
#travel
#confusion
#bittersweet
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 7:30pm
11th Apr 2021 7:30pm
Every Nerve Aware
It was the way every note woke up my spiritual senses
I could feel the real reel of poetic cinematic creation
Thus an old wanderlust in the waiting heart commences
To a not too distant future of vivid and lively imagination
It’s a keen dream, a mean scene between machine and man
A colorful picturesque landscape of nothing but open spaces
The carefree heart yearns to run like wind as if to transcend
When a deep need for speed is like going off to the races
But it’s not for those who are undecided or scared
It’s for the ones who are...
I could feel the real reel of poetic cinematic creation
Thus an old wanderlust in the waiting heart commences
To a not too distant future of vivid and lively imagination
It’s a keen dream, a mean scene between machine and man
A colorful picturesque landscape of nothing but open spaces
The carefree heart yearns to run like wind as if to transcend
When a deep need for speed is like going off to the races
But it’s not for those who are undecided or scared
It’s for the ones who are...
#music
#travel
#freedom #NaPoWriMo2021
#freedom #NaPoWriMo2021
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