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.
A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
10th Aug 2022 11:26pm
10th Aug 2022 11:26pm
Processing
My life being processed on a screen
I wouldn’t mind the wait if I knew the loading percentage
Everything has come down this moment
At least I have you to keep me sober
I get high on the things we can do together
When I can afford to buy you dinner
Explore your city
See my name on a local billboard
But no amount of liquor and daydreams make this computer go any faster
I wouldn’t mind the wait if I knew the loading percentage
Everything has come down this moment
At least I have you to keep me sober
I get high on the things we can do together
When I can afford to buy you dinner
Explore your city
See my name on a local billboard
But no amount of liquor and daydreams make this computer go any faster
#love
#city
#money
#travel
#success
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
7th Aug 2022 9:00pm
7th Aug 2022 9:00pm
My East Coast Bonanza
A road trip starting from Wheeling, West Virginia, to Philadelphia, Pa, Baltimore, Maryland then, Atlantic, New Jersey, returning New York, then on to Boston, Massachusetts, back home to New York
Love and Hugs...
Disclaimer: The music that is playing during the viewings of this video is from the radio and in no way legally mine to claim any rights to, it is used in the account of viewing purposes only.
Love and Hugs...
Disclaimer: The music that is playing during the viewings of this video is from the radio and in no way legally mine to claim any rights to, it is used in the account of viewing purposes only.
#beach
#travel
#passion #ThrillSeeking
#passion #ThrillSeeking
95 reads
12 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2022 2:56am
3rd Aug 2022 2:56am
Luxury on the Reservation
Luxury on the Reservation
5-star dining at the Hopi museum
A pricey change from prefab fast food
Native waiting staff in tuxedos
And smiles to rival Parisian cafes
With year-round sunshine
Inside and out
Dust storms usher us to Tuba City
Where Navajo street corner greets us
With directions to our expected modest motel
We walk into a scene from Versailles
Bed suspended in tree trunk frame
Lacquered in dark brown
Mattress for Buckingham Palace
Curtains drape the windows
In fine luxury form
Her wicked...
5-star dining at the Hopi museum
A pricey change from prefab fast food
Native waiting staff in tuxedos
And smiles to rival Parisian cafes
With year-round sunshine
Inside and out
Dust storms usher us to Tuba City
Where Navajo street corner greets us
With directions to our expected modest motel
We walk into a scene from Versailles
Bed suspended in tree trunk frame
Lacquered in dark brown
Mattress for Buckingham Palace
Curtains drape the windows
In fine luxury form
Her wicked...
#romantic
#food
#travel #desert
#travel #desert
39 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2022 1:14am
23rd Jul 2022 1:14am
Nowhere (5-7-5 Senryu)
Going nowhere fast
I once went nowhere slowly
It took me ages
by Jemia
I once went nowhere slowly
It took me ages
by Jemia
#funny
#travel
#senryu
36 reads
0 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
20th Jul 2022 3:52am
20th Jul 2022 3:52am
This Is Before Mom And Dad Caught Her
At first, Jessica thought she
could get away with wearing a
micro bikini to Rome.
could get away with wearing a
micro bikini to Rome.
#summer
#fiction
#travel
#sensual
#daughter
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
9th Jul 2022 10:58am
9th Jul 2022 10:58am
Past, Present, and Future
Same blood, same bone
hands unchanged
but I do not recognize this face
and everything has changed
the mirror lies of what it sees
lies of what is now
while dreaming of future deeds
this is not the man I meant to be
this stranger in my skin
when past and present collide
only the future as my guide
a beckoning siren's song
to find all I've lost
as I'm engulfed in a flames
a fire that burns yet leaves no scars
the spark of creation in my soul
a living flame that no one sees
walking among the blind
refusing...
hands unchanged
but I do not recognize this face
and everything has changed
the mirror lies of what it sees
lies of what is now
while dreaming of future deeds
this is not the man I meant to be
this stranger in my skin
when past and present collide
only the future as my guide
a beckoning siren's song
to find all I've lost
as I'm engulfed in a flames
a fire that burns yet leaves no scars
the spark of creation in my soul
a living flame that no one sees
walking among the blind
refusing...
#love
#travel
#SelfReflection
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tell_me_wy
Poem Published
24th Jun 2022 3:37am
24th Jun 2022 3:37am
Misc.
I.
Disembark;
Let seep
In to the sand,
Feet, long-wandering;
The first footfall
In this shadowland.
II.
Landlocked;
This wanderlust:
The finest dust,
Drawn in to my lungs;
And for a breath,
A moment, I rest,
And plead my wanderings
Be not yet done.
III.
Plane’s touched down;
The tarmac dark and hot;
My feet are now eager
To squander every mile they’ve got;
But grant me just one...
Disembark;
Let seep
In to the sand,
Feet, long-wandering;
The first footfall
In this shadowland.
II.
Landlocked;
This wanderlust:
The finest dust,
Drawn in to my lungs;
And for a breath,
A moment, I rest,
And plead my wanderings
Be not yet done.
III.
Plane’s touched down;
The tarmac dark and hot;
My feet are now eager
To squander every mile they’ve got;
But grant me just one...
#grief
#hope
#travel
85 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
21st Jun 2022 4:56am
21st Jun 2022 4:56am
Busted Flat in Nashville
Busted Flat in Nashville
“Honey, my behind is all in a knot from all this driving. But at least I have this hand-me-down pillow from my Mom to cushion my soft tush. Do you know why I always used gold thread for the patches?”
I reply, “Maybe because it looks shiny like the sunbeams in your eye?”
She says, “My Mama taught me that love made us royal. So she sewed it in gold and when she bequeathed it to me I carried on the tradition. This Natchez Trace sure is purty. But even so, my butt needs a rest stop.”
I say, “The church organ has been silent for a...
“Honey, my behind is all in a knot from all this driving. But at least I have this hand-me-down pillow from my Mom to cushion my soft tush. Do you know why I always used gold thread for the patches?”
I reply, “Maybe because it looks shiny like the sunbeams in your eye?”
She says, “My Mama taught me that love made us royal. So she sewed it in gold and when she bequeathed it to me I carried on the tradition. This Natchez Trace sure is purty. But even so, my butt needs a rest stop.”
I say, “The church organ has been silent for a...
#marriage
#romantic
#city
#countryside
#travel
103 reads
10 Comments
Wired6
Poem Published
13th Jun 2022 5:58pm
13th Jun 2022 5:58pm
TH2223.
TH2223,reliable,everyday mobility.
All colours,all so pristine,
It also provides,fast speed,
An excellent range,
And a smooth ride,
This,
We
Guarantee.
We Guarantee.
We Guarantee.
A choice of either red,blue or white finish,
Gives this electric beast,
A sleek and modern stylish style.
TH2223,
Designed specifically,
2 help and enable you,
With improved mobility,
2 help you get around,
And provides enhanced ease of use and comfort.
Go buy TH2223,
For your friends 2 envy your new...
All colours,all so pristine,
It also provides,fast speed,
An excellent range,
And a smooth ride,
This,
We
Guarantee.
We Guarantee.
We Guarantee.
A choice of either red,blue or white finish,
Gives this electric beast,
A sleek and modern stylish style.
TH2223,
Designed specifically,
2 help and enable you,
With improved mobility,
2 help you get around,
And provides enhanced ease of use and comfort.
Go buy TH2223,
For your friends 2 envy your new...
#technology
#travel
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Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
12th Jun 2022 1:08am
12th Jun 2022 1:08am
Homesick?
For what ?
There's Aldi in Australia now
Amazon delivery can have a coopers sparkling at the door prime time
Skippy was too lean
Captain ( million miles an hour)
Round trip
Threw away the return
Super Jesus escapes the needle crucified
Down again, in a not so foreign place
Fresh starts can be beautiful things
Thin reprieves and all the challenges
Or
tragic veteran returned to an empty home
Where is his love
Where is his daughter?
Just an ordinary boy
Trying to escape a scene ...
There's Aldi in Australia now
Amazon delivery can have a coopers sparkling at the door prime time
Skippy was too lean
Captain ( million miles an hour)
Round trip
Threw away the return
Super Jesus escapes the needle crucified
Down again, in a not so foreign place
Fresh starts can be beautiful things
Thin reprieves and all the challenges
Or
tragic veteran returned to an empty home
Where is his love
Where is his daughter?
Just an ordinary boy
Trying to escape a scene ...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#travel #PTSD
#travel #PTSD
82 reads
2 Comments
rubyredheart
Poem Published
8th Jun 2022 7:33am
8th Jun 2022 7:33am
Into the Jungle
I’ve been to beaches
and explored high country
in SouthEast Asian countries
and was just pondering
where I’d wish to go
if I had your company…
It’s hard to say,
Without consulting first with you
to know your interests but
I’m taking an imaginary
journey anyway
(With you)
Since we’ve been to beaches
(Especially in my mind)
Let’s travel this time to the jungles
or a tea plantation
maybe tour a temple or two
observe some wildlife
sample hillside cuisines
wander village markets
Hike up to a...
and explored high country
in SouthEast Asian countries
and was just pondering
where I’d wish to go
if I had your company…
It’s hard to say,
Without consulting first with you
to know your interests but
I’m taking an imaginary
journey anyway
(With you)
Since we’ve been to beaches
(Especially in my mind)
Let’s travel this time to the jungles
or a tea plantation
maybe tour a temple or two
observe some wildlife
sample hillside cuisines
wander village markets
Hike up to a...
#friendship
#nature
#travel
66 reads
2 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
1st Jun 2022 4:45am
1st Jun 2022 4:45am
Edinburgh Sunrise
The dawn chorus ( heard from a hostel)
Laying silent and sleepless (so as not to disturb the sleeping occupant(s)
Looking out the bared windows as the first light creeps in(quiet
fetal mouse)
Someone's phone alarm sounds (signalling a new day)
Little whispers( conversations, where shall we go today?)
Me?( skinning up in this empty room)
Bagpiper patrols the Royal Mile ( I'll take the high road)
Laying silent and sleepless (so as not to disturb the sleeping occupant(s)
Looking out the bared windows as the first light creeps in(quiet
fetal mouse)
Someone's phone alarm sounds (signalling a new day)
Little whispers( conversations, where shall we go today?)
Me?( skinning up in this empty room)
Bagpiper patrols the Royal Mile ( I'll take the high road)
#travel
#SelfReflection
#PTSD #SelfDiscovery
#PTSD #SelfDiscovery
76 reads
2 Comments
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