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
11th Jul 2021 3:34pm
11th Jul 2021 3:34pm
No Doom, Or Gloom
There was no doom, and gloom
At the Horse and Groom
The atmosphere was quite convivial
She had a lovely half of cider
Which gently mellowed inside her
Where any complaints would be trivial
She then wandered off far
To another favourite bar
In search of her much loved mead
When she got there
The cupboard was bare
So she wandered away knock-kneed
Then she thought she heard thunder
Any drink she would plunder
So settled for cider ag'in (again)
She then walked some more
On her mead seeking tour ...
At the Horse and Groom
The atmosphere was quite convivial
She had a lovely half of cider
Which gently mellowed inside her
Where any complaints would be trivial
She then wandered off far
To another favourite bar
In search of her much loved mead
When she got there
The cupboard was bare
So she wandered away knock-kneed
Then she thought she heard thunder
Any drink she would plunder
So settled for cider ag'in (again)
She then walked some more
On her mead seeking tour ...
#alcohol
#funny
#travel
13 reads
0 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2021 12:28pm
3rd Jul 2021 12:28pm
Helluva Kick on Sixty-six
#sex
#funny
#travel
65 reads
2 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
14th Jun 2021 9:05pm
14th Jun 2021 9:05pm
For Cipher
LSD
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#universe
#drugs
#TruthOfLife #travel
#TruthOfLife #travel
69 reads
12 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
4th Jun 2021 11:30pm
4th Jun 2021 11:30pm
paddington station
anonymous, he
disembarks
and heads for any old
london bar
and thinks,
should I collapse and die ..
and drinks to every
passer by
disembarks
and heads for any old
london bar
and thinks,
should I collapse and die ..
and drinks to every
passer by
#loneliness
#travel
35 reads
3 Comments
Breedlove
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2021 3:56pm
2nd Jun 2021 3:56pm
Outlaw Country
Drinking black coffee
Smoking cigarettes
Todays newspaper hasn't got here yet Sometimes I feel like I'm living on the TV screen
Whiskey bottles
Trazodone
Oxy powder all over my nose
That girl upstairs in my bed needs get up and go She better not come down here
Wearing my cloths
Yesterday's
On the radio
Today I don't know where the hell I'm gonna go
Maybe I'll just pack up my things and leave This town always takes the best out of me
Black Camero
100 dollar bills
I wish I was living in...
Smoking cigarettes
Todays newspaper hasn't got here yet Sometimes I feel like I'm living on the TV screen
Whiskey bottles
Trazodone
Oxy powder all over my nose
That girl upstairs in my bed needs get up and go She better not come down here
Wearing my cloths
Yesterday's
On the radio
Today I don't know where the hell I'm gonna go
Maybe I'll just pack up my things and leave This town always takes the best out of me
Black Camero
100 dollar bills
I wish I was living in...
#cars
#travel
#freedom #passion
#freedom #passion
33 reads
4 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
27th May 2021 7:45pm
27th May 2021 7:45pm
Wanderings In Time
Seeking a solemn quietude
To escape my idling loneliness
I ventured outwards, on a quest
Wanderinging back into a forgotten past
Firstly stepping into a building of words
But was unable to access my needs
So abandoned the site of interest
And ambled trippingly to an old world
As i had espied a thing of thoughts
On a previous visit through time
Yet seemingly, twas only yesterday
by Jemia
To escape my idling loneliness
I ventured outwards, on a quest
Wanderinging back into a forgotten past
Firstly stepping into a building of words
But was unable to access my needs
So abandoned the site of interest
And ambled trippingly to an old world
As i had espied a thing of thoughts
On a previous visit through time
Yet seemingly, twas only yesterday
by Jemia
#travel
#SelfReflection
29 reads
1 Comment
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
26th May 2021 9:36pm
26th May 2021 9:36pm
Ridges
I write in monstera filled rooms,
in alien light and Spring-Summers,
write like your ship doesn't float
in a chamber of aqueous humor
when the sun has left this city.
I recall home.
In road maps can see channels flooding
with reasons not to leave,
safe binds to a place
more sense than air
but you are there
in the inbetween,
security beacon blazing,
keeping one finger
on our memories to pass
the aging days.
in alien light and Spring-Summers,
write like your ship doesn't float
in a chamber of aqueous humor
when the sun has left this city.
I recall home.
In road maps can see channels flooding
with reasons not to leave,
safe binds to a place
more sense than air
but you are there
in the inbetween,
security beacon blazing,
keeping one finger
on our memories to pass
the aging days.
#home
#travel
#aging
53 reads
3 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
20th May 2021 10:49pm
20th May 2021 10:49pm
Conversations With a Former Self
over these past few months
my old shyness has surfaced again
in moments of anxiety and withdrawal
my shadows are my only friends
that little hole to which you retreat
is a cocoon or a coffin, maybe both—
transformation awaiting it's time to emerge with wings
or a thousand deaths of things you do not want to be.
this, my dear, is a part of you
those voices will follow you for years to come
oh! the diplomacy, the weeping, the madness, the joy!
such things ahead
the conversations all begin and end
with you
...
my old shyness has surfaced again
in moments of anxiety and withdrawal
my shadows are my only friends
that little hole to which you retreat
is a cocoon or a coffin, maybe both—
transformation awaiting it's time to emerge with wings
or a thousand deaths of things you do not want to be.
this, my dear, is a part of you
those voices will follow you for years to come
oh! the diplomacy, the weeping, the madness, the joy!
such things ahead
the conversations all begin and end
with you
...
#childhood
#memories
#travel
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
38 reads
1 Comment
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
34 reads
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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
61 reads
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
45 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
51 reads
6 Comments
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