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.
gardenlover
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:35pm
Yesterday 4:35pm
Holidays
A jingle for Nudist Holidays Inc
On our beaches completely bare,
Free your body of all care
Discard your clothes, do not scare.
Let the air bathe your body,
Nudity is not naughty;
Perfectly natural and never bawdy.
From your cares you'll be detached,
Uninhibited free and relaxed,
Whether you're hairy or waxed.
A week with us and you'll agree
Body shape is not the key
Without clothes you are care-free
On our beaches completely bare,
Free your body of all care
Discard your clothes, do not scare.
Let the air bathe your body,
Nudity is not naughty;
Perfectly natural and never bawdy.
From your cares you'll be detached,
Uninhibited free and relaxed,
Whether you're hairy or waxed.
A week with us and you'll agree
Body shape is not the key
Without clothes you are care-free
#travel
#freedom
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JaiVagabond
R.M.G.
R.M.G.
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:23am
Yesterday 7:23am
Just to keep moving
Up in the air again,
Never knowing,
Is the adventure ending,
Or just about to begin,
I keep going,
From here, to there,
back where I came from,
Seems there is just no rest,
But I'm always at my best with
backpack straps around my chest,
And
I'll miss you always and forever,
Silver-lined clouds above the sea,
You are always here with me,
The pace of the day just keeps flowing,
From one interaction to the next,
With a broken heart inside this chest,
Beating with the sound of a busted drum,
In 3/4 time, ...
Never knowing,
Is the adventure ending,
Or just about to begin,
I keep going,
From here, to there,
back where I came from,
Seems there is just no rest,
But I'm always at my best with
backpack straps around my chest,
And
I'll miss you always and forever,
Silver-lined clouds above the sea,
You are always here with me,
The pace of the day just keeps flowing,
From one interaction to the next,
With a broken heart inside this chest,
Beating with the sound of a busted drum,
In 3/4 time, ...
#travel
#freedom
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F7chzzmb
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 3:18pm
17th Feb 2020 3:18pm
Distance
If only I had of known.
At 10000 miles away.
I would have grown to see the beauty there.
Only a fool would stay so long.
But, it was for the people not the places or things
People, I needed, who needed me.
Not for the red cars or googles little bing.
For the one two or three people I call home.
My soulmates will always be there.
For now I can roam the streets.
Not knowing where I will end up
But knowing, I always have...
At 10000 miles away.
I would have grown to see the beauty there.
Only a fool would stay so long.
But, it was for the people not the places or things
People, I needed, who needed me.
Not for the red cars or googles little bing.
For the one two or three people I call home.
My soulmates will always be there.
For now I can roam the streets.
Not knowing where I will end up
But knowing, I always have...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#travel
12 reads
1 Comment
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
16th Feb 2020 11:04am
16th Feb 2020 11:04am
Gypsie Gitano Pikey Travellers and such
I come from those wandering footfalls
step imprinted on a thousand steps
Walkabout whereabouts
finding only places those wanderlust
types knowingly show
Walk this earth like it is ours
Seek the defiance to see
The borders are imaginary
step imprinted on a thousand steps
Walkabout whereabouts
finding only places those wanderlust
types knowingly show
Walk this earth like it is ours
Seek the defiance to see
The borders are imaginary
#spiritual
#travel
#magic
23 reads
4 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
14th Feb 2020 10:49am
14th Feb 2020 10:49am
Reading Myself to Sleep in My Hometown of Manhattan
( after Billy Collins )
I look forward to enlightenment as I am about to
retire to a bedroom in a master suite overlooking
the upper Manhattan skyline of lights that remain
burning while I plan to sail in a glorious sendoff.
A snifter of brandy helps to set aside anticipation
of watching fireworks at midnight from forty floors,
to put me on track the choice of leather I’ll read.
A soft swish of diaphanous curtains sway across
from stem to stern with a click by remote control
in a city’s lull...
I look forward to enlightenment as I am about to
retire to a bedroom in a master suite overlooking
the upper Manhattan skyline of lights that remain
burning while I plan to sail in a glorious sendoff.
A snifter of brandy helps to set aside anticipation
of watching fireworks at midnight from forty floors,
to put me on track the choice of leather I’ll read.
A soft swish of diaphanous curtains sway across
from stem to stern with a click by remote control
in a city’s lull...
#dreams
#city
#books
#sleep
#travel
52 reads
11 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
13th Feb 2020 5:17pm
13th Feb 2020 5:17pm
Fly high
Put your boots on
Shave your skin dry
No time for make up
Just a fast bun
And out the door
We run
Runs and run
Down the hall
To the elevator and then down
Downnnn
we go
Catch our Uber
Mentally listing all the things we've forgotten
Didn't remember our toothpaste again
Have a small laugh because it's one less thing to be checked
Shave your skin dry
No time for make up
Just a fast bun
And out the door
We run
Runs and run
Down the hall
To the elevator and then down
Downnnn
we go
Catch our Uber
Mentally listing all the things we've forgotten
Didn't remember our toothpaste again
Have a small laugh because it's one less thing to be checked
#travel
#responsibility
#passion
35 reads
5 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
11th Feb 2020 11:51pm
11th Feb 2020 11:51pm
I'm Going to Meet Her at the Airport
I’m going to meet her at the airport in an hour.
I’ll get there early, no second-guessing.
I don’t care whether it’s a fair day in Acapulco or not,
I’m going on a trip with her, rain or shine.
She sounds so excited on the telephone.
I don’t want to miss my flight.
If I arrive late, it will ruin our vacation.
I’m going to take a shower and get dressed quickly.
Pick out a matching necktie for my shirt.
Thank you for the coffee,
But don’t serve the fairy cakes.
Check the bag for me;
See that everything is ready.
Don’t...
I’ll get there early, no second-guessing.
I don’t care whether it’s a fair day in Acapulco or not,
I’m going on a trip with her, rain or shine.
She sounds so excited on the telephone.
I don’t want to miss my flight.
If I arrive late, it will ruin our vacation.
I’m going to take a shower and get dressed quickly.
Pick out a matching necktie for my shirt.
Thank you for the coffee,
But don’t serve the fairy cakes.
Check the bag for me;
See that everything is ready.
Don’t...
#holiday
#coffee
#travel
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docebo
Poem Published
6th Feb 2020 6:43am
6th Feb 2020 6:43am
Flash Non-Fiction. Includes drug references and sexual situations.
I would like to publish memoirs in the not-too-distant future. I am considering Flash Non-Fiction pieces as one aspect to include, such as this one. PLEASE comment if you like this, or how it could be better...or if you hate the idea.
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2002 - Albuquerque, NM
I walked into your stripper booth at the magic window, and was amazed by your beauty in glasses when you stepped onto the “stage” in New Mexico. I refused to tip you, but wanted to meet you. We had sex a few days later. Probably a week after I asked, “what’s that?” Less than two weeks...
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2002 - Albuquerque, NM
I walked into your stripper booth at the magic window, and was amazed by your beauty in glasses when you stepped onto the “stage” in New Mexico. I refused to tip you, but wanted to meet you. We had sex a few days later. Probably a week after I asked, “what’s that?” Less than two weeks...
#dark
#porn
#drugs
#TruthOfLife
#travel
27 reads
2 Comments
Vferry
Poem Published
6th Feb 2020 5:12am
6th Feb 2020 5:12am
Left the Gate Wide Open
This old road sings its own song
Rusting out memories that don’t belong
Kicking up dust, so I can get gone
Left the gate wide open, just a little too long
Chased a dream on to Castlebar
Made a wish into skies absent of stars
Gave you my best and still left you with scars
Left the gate wide open with keys in the car
All the signs point the wrong way
Lost on a road worn by decay
Maybe tomorrow, for sure not today
Leave the gate wide open, for this much I pray
This old road won’t sing anymore
Gone is the tune I...
Rusting out memories that don’t belong
Kicking up dust, so I can get gone
Left the gate wide open, just a little too long
Chased a dream on to Castlebar
Made a wish into skies absent of stars
Gave you my best and still left you with scars
Left the gate wide open with keys in the car
All the signs point the wrong way
Lost on a road worn by decay
Maybe tomorrow, for sure not today
Leave the gate wide open, for this much I pray
This old road won’t sing anymore
Gone is the tune I...
#men
#forgiveness
#travel
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socksscareme
Socks
Socks
Poem Published
30th Jan 2020 11:02pm
30th Jan 2020 11:02pm
To India With Love
(On West Bengal and Kali)
When I was 11 in a social studies class, I was assigned you to do a project on. I was so enraptured with all the colours, the vibrancy of life and imagination of beliefs that I never stopped to wonder what it all meant. I spent hours drawing your dieties in glowing pastels and sat and cried with unending optimism that the whole of the ever expanding universe could be as alive and filled with love as you. You were after all, the heart of the world.
I lost you somewhere shortly after, I was busy living life. Oh how I lived it, from one extreme to...
When I was 11 in a social studies class, I was assigned you to do a project on. I was so enraptured with all the colours, the vibrancy of life and imagination of beliefs that I never stopped to wonder what it all meant. I spent hours drawing your dieties in glowing pastels and sat and cried with unending optimism that the whole of the ever expanding universe could be as alive and filled with love as you. You were after all, the heart of the world.
I lost you somewhere shortly after, I was busy living life. Oh how I lived it, from one extreme to...
#love
#spiritual
#travel
59 reads
12 Comments
kp1200
Kanishka
Kanishka
Poem Published
28th Jan 2020 4:35pm
28th Jan 2020 4:35pm
You and me
You and me,
Are living in lands far away,
Divided with borders and endless time zones
But we are still experiencing
The same magic & vibrations
Of this universe where we live,
Because we are all connected
With mind, heart, soul.
So my friend,
You and me,
Are two wandering souls,
Lost in times, like,
Two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
In quest of inner peace
In lands far away
And love for new places
To find someone
With same love & passion
for traveling and...
Are living in lands far away,
Divided with borders and endless time zones
But we are still experiencing
The same magic & vibrations
Of this universe where we live,
Because we are all connected
With mind, heart, soul.
So my friend,
You and me,
Are two wandering souls,
Lost in times, like,
Two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
In quest of inner peace
In lands far away
And love for new places
To find someone
With same love & passion
for traveling and...
#love
#friendship
#travel #SelfDiscovery
#travel #SelfDiscovery
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bcpoet
Poem Published
24th Jan 2020 8:44pm
24th Jan 2020 8:44pm
On Our Way (to Mars)
in our minds' reflected light
while floating through the air
blown by winds throughout the night
with water everywhere
down below in seas that glow
under Moon and stars
it's the time to let go
we're on our way to Mars
into space, the empty place
where twisting currents flow
energized away we race
from everything we know
Mars on mind we quickly find
the speed of light is slow
somehow slipping out of time
then Mars is down below
Cydonia's where we alight
within the ghosts of time ...
while floating through the air
blown by winds throughout the night
with water everywhere
down below in seas that glow
under Moon and stars
it's the time to let go
we're on our way to Mars
into space, the empty place
where twisting currents flow
energized away we race
from everything we know
Mars on mind we quickly find
the speed of light is slow
somehow slipping out of time
then Mars is down below
Cydonia's where we alight
within the ghosts of time ...
#travel
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