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.
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
4th Nov 2019 9:10pm
4th Nov 2019 9:10pm
I Hate Judging People but...
I hate judging people,
I always try to be considerable,
But I hate the people currently around me,
In this foreign state, in this foreign city.
I feel their energy,
It doesn't vibe with my energy.
They're full of a superficial strength,
Ready to rant at length,
At the slightest perceived offence,
It's anxiety inducing, and putting me on the defence,
Ready for a fight if I so much as look at someone wrong,
I've wanted to go home, all along.
I just want to do my own thing,
Not join every social media/group/team/mailing...
I always try to be considerable,
But I hate the people currently around me,
In this foreign state, in this foreign city.
I feel their energy,
It doesn't vibe with my energy.
They're full of a superficial strength,
Ready to rant at length,
At the slightest perceived offence,
It's anxiety inducing, and putting me on the defence,
Ready for a fight if I so much as look at someone wrong,
I've wanted to go home, all along.
I just want to do my own thing,
Not join every social media/group/team/mailing...
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness
#frustration
#travel
46 reads
5 Comments
_boybrains
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2019 00:09am
3rd Nov 2019 00:09am
waiting for the ten fifteen.
no good we
leave
if we
haven’t
lived
it.
leave
if we
haven’t
lived
it.
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#travel
#minimalist
16 reads
8 Comments
DarcAnGeL
Araweelo
Araweelo
Poem Published
27th Oct 2019 10:36pm
27th Oct 2019 10:36pm
Odyssey of a Nomadess
And where is home for you?" You said
"Home? 10 miles from here"
"No, I mean where are you from? Your folks from?"
I swear I've been through this dejavu,
my skin tones too vague for a continent.
my headscarf, not a turban, signals a turbid GPS.
you throw random cities into the air
like arrows, aimed to slice my heritage.
instead, each one just leaves a temporary mark
that heals in time for my next reluctant life trek.
no sense of belonging,
my mouth, empty of words, ...
"Home? 10 miles from here"
"No, I mean where are you from? Your folks from?"
I swear I've been through this dejavu,
my skin tones too vague for a continent.
my headscarf, not a turban, signals a turbid GPS.
you throw random cities into the air
like arrows, aimed to slice my heritage.
instead, each one just leaves a temporary mark
that heals in time for my next reluctant life trek.
no sense of belonging,
my mouth, empty of words, ...
#relationships
#identity
#home #travel
#home #travel
40 reads
4 Comments
Poetic_Seduction
Poem Published
25th Oct 2019 9:06pm
25th Oct 2019 9:06pm
Cascade
Me and her all alone no WIFI no phone
A vacation in Bali, Indonesian scenery
Hike into forest escaping tourists
Past ancient monuments
Pausing for moments
Heeding whispered words
Allured by histories
Stricken by unsolved mysteries.
Further we explore hearing the roar
Of a cascade private and powerful.
The two of us, unbidden guests
As she bears her breasts.
Black rock, white water, hard peaks
Slow tease make for weak knees
Notta care, notta thread to declare.
Foreshadowing foreplay escapade
Enjoying the...
A vacation in Bali, Indonesian scenery
Hike into forest escaping tourists
Past ancient monuments
Pausing for moments
Heeding whispered words
Allured by histories
Stricken by unsolved mysteries.
Further we explore hearing the roar
Of a cascade private and powerful.
The two of us, unbidden guests
As she bears her breasts.
Black rock, white water, hard peaks
Slow tease make for weak knees
Notta care, notta thread to declare.
Foreshadowing foreplay escapade
Enjoying the...
#erotic
#nature
#travel #sexy
#travel #sexy
105 reads
4 Comments
Harold-Weathervein
Poem Published
15th Oct 2019 4:38pm
15th Oct 2019 4:38pm
"17 divided by 28"
point six something. point sixty-one?'
I'm not really sure how this game got started.
I think she was just playing with the calculator on her or phone or something.
She probably remembered me saying how much I hated math but was sort of good at it.
I've said that a lot to way to many people.
"Hey! Look at you! Try...."
'ugh i'm hungry.'
"3650 divided by 7"
'five-hundred and twenty one or something. is there a water fountain near by?'
"Wait. How did you get that so fast?"
'Its the same as weeks in a year. fifty two....
I'm not really sure how this game got started.
I think she was just playing with the calculator on her or phone or something.
She probably remembered me saying how much I hated math but was sort of good at it.
I've said that a lot to way to many people.
"Hey! Look at you! Try...."
'ugh i'm hungry.'
"3650 divided by 7"
'five-hundred and twenty one or something. is there a water fountain near by?'
"Wait. How did you get that so fast?"
'Its the same as weeks in a year. fifty two....
#dialogue
#travel
#confusion #luck
#confusion #luck
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Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
14th Oct 2019 11:48pm
14th Oct 2019 11:48pm
A Sign
A dream came to me last night,
Of a butterfly in flight,
Upon a finger, on my outstretched hand,
It did land.
It sniffed my finger with it's antenna, and then,
Almost licked my finger with it's proboscis, when,
I awoke from said dream,
Before forgetting, after wondering and beginning to understand what it might mean...
I've always known I've loved butterflies,
But now even more so, for they give me butterflies,
For they link to you,
And the reason for your career choice, so sweet and true.
The role...
Of a butterfly in flight,
Upon a finger, on my outstretched hand,
It did land.
It sniffed my finger with it's antenna, and then,
Almost licked my finger with it's proboscis, when,
I awoke from said dream,
Before forgetting, after wondering and beginning to understand what it might mean...
I've always known I've loved butterflies,
But now even more so, for they give me butterflies,
For they link to you,
And the reason for your career choice, so sweet and true.
The role...
#love
#hope
#butterfly
#travel
#LongDistanceRelationship
56 reads
2 Comments
tangointhenight
Poem Published
6th Oct 2019 5:28am
6th Oct 2019 5:28am
Soul Harmony
You are unforgettable..like a
Sun-flower, glistening with rain, rain due,
on an early morning walk to the airport.
Airport 24...terminal, never.
Sun and moon collide during flight.
You are unstoppable, like a rose,
blue, yellow hues..swimming on the shores of Lake Tahoe.
The rose, is a rose, is a rose meandering through time space,
in a quantum dream,
yet it hesitates, softly chanting our names
fierce, brave, talented. I see it in you, in your eyes.
I see your soul
Soul Harmony.
Sun-flower, glistening with rain, rain due,
on an early morning walk to the airport.
Airport 24...terminal, never.
Sun and moon collide during flight.
You are unstoppable, like a rose,
blue, yellow hues..swimming on the shores of Lake Tahoe.
The rose, is a rose, is a rose meandering through time space,
in a quantum dream,
yet it hesitates, softly chanting our names
fierce, brave, talented. I see it in you, in your eyes.
I see your soul
Soul Harmony.
#love
#hope
#romantic
#inspirational
#travel
84 reads
1 Comment
Tunde_e
Poem Published
4th Oct 2019 4:16pm
4th Oct 2019 4:16pm
The 8 cats of Sofia
We - sky high looking down upon Sofia.
In this leafy kingdom of 60+ plants.
Dust bowl surrounded by mountains -Sofia.
Our air purified by air-con - quelle chance!
Here reign the 8, the 8 cats of Sofia.
Fiji, Foggy, Elba, Pupa, Metchka and
Gigi, Bowie, Minnie - the 8 of Sofia!
Dignified fluffballs and delicate gourmands.
Away blows the white tumblefur and regal
Pupa decends from her high perch & deigns
to be petted privately. Meanwhile eagle-
eyed Fiji has spotted an error. He feigns
innocence and slips through the bathroom...
In this leafy kingdom of 60+ plants.
Dust bowl surrounded by mountains -Sofia.
Our air purified by air-con - quelle chance!
Here reign the 8, the 8 cats of Sofia.
Fiji, Foggy, Elba, Pupa, Metchka and
Gigi, Bowie, Minnie - the 8 of Sofia!
Dignified fluffballs and delicate gourmands.
Away blows the white tumblefur and regal
Pupa decends from her high perch & deigns
to be petted privately. Meanwhile eagle-
eyed Fiji has spotted an error. He feigns
innocence and slips through the bathroom...
#cats
#travel
36 reads
0 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2019 10:03pm
2nd Oct 2019 10:03pm
I shall swim through sand
I shall swim through sand,
leave all sensible problems behind
and just proceed stroke by stroke
as the sandwakes sighs in soft susurrations.
Let the Sun bless me
as arms slowly but purposefully
make wide rotations
churning through the dusty dunes
like orbiting planets
languidly spinning in infinity's serenity.
Let me lose myself
to the eternal expanse
transcending the senses
synchronised with a higher tune
that reverberates across all and the void;
the momentary now becomes
submissive to the displacing motion. ...
leave all sensible problems behind
and just proceed stroke by stroke
as the sandwakes sighs in soft susurrations.
Let the Sun bless me
as arms slowly but purposefully
make wide rotations
churning through the dusty dunes
like orbiting planets
languidly spinning in infinity's serenity.
Let me lose myself
to the eternal expanse
transcending the senses
synchronised with a higher tune
that reverberates across all and the void;
the momentary now becomes
submissive to the displacing motion. ...
#dreams
#beach
#nature #travel
#nature #travel
96 reads
11 Comments
Tunde_e
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2019 3:20am
2nd Oct 2019 3:20am
New York nonets
Stop for a stranger at your peril.
No cash! No problem! ATMs
are near, buy me a meal, right?
Subway buskers playing
to people wearing
headphones. How else
to find your
own space
here?
There was a lady sliding across
the pedestrian crossing on
her bum. Couldn't take it in
at first. What's wrong with this
picture? When the rain
comes we are not
purified
from the
dirt.
Relief in Central Park, Saturday
afternoon, for me and thousands
of friends. 3 metres squared of ...
No cash! No problem! ATMs
are near, buy me a meal, right?
Subway buskers playing
to people wearing
headphones. How else
to find your
own space
here?
There was a lady sliding across
the pedestrian crossing on
her bum. Couldn't take it in
at first. What's wrong with this
picture? When the rain
comes we are not
purified
from the
dirt.
Relief in Central Park, Saturday
afternoon, for me and thousands
of friends. 3 metres squared of ...
#America
#travel
66 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
28th Sep 2019 10:51pm
28th Sep 2019 10:51pm
The Evening Rush
the scent of evening
an autumn chill
commuters hurry home in crowded train carriages
some sitting and reading
others standing
the sun has set
the sky ebony with a hint of silver
night
the train speeds on
along track
an autumn chill
commuters hurry home in crowded train carriages
some sitting and reading
others standing
the sun has set
the sky ebony with a hint of silver
night
the train speeds on
along track
#city
#travel
#boredom
74 reads
14 Comments
_boybrains
Poem Published
17th Sep 2019 1:56pm
17th Sep 2019 1:56pm
porcelain.
i smile holding
the support pole
as i ride the train
8:30 in the morn,
i overhear two gents
discussing my garments..
how much is he wearing
god he must be sweating
i’d be dying if that was me
i carried on smiling
for their unknowing
of my heavy layers
this sunny morning,
unbeknown of my
lacking relationship
with three course
dinners,
unbeknown of my
ongoing divorce
with my set of
scales, ...
the support pole
as i ride the train
8:30 in the morn,
i overhear two gents
discussing my garments..
how much is he wearing
god he must be sweating
i’d be dying if that was me
i carried on smiling
for their unknowing
of my heavy layers
this sunny morning,
unbeknown of my
lacking relationship
with three course
dinners,
unbeknown of my
ongoing divorce
with my set of
scales, ...
#LifeStruggles
#food
#confessional
#travel
#EatingDisorder
16 reads
11 Comments
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