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
Yesterday 1:11pm
Yesterday 1:11pm
The Time Travelling Transgender
The Time Travelling Transgender by Jemia de Blondeville
Several days after getting home after my GRS, i was sat in my room, listening to some David Bowie, and feeling reminiscent about my life. whilst looking at the various collectibles i had lying around the room. when my eyes came across a bowl of old glass marbles, just as the Changes track came on. so i walked over picking up the bowl, and found a pair of multi-coloured marbles, which i held in my hand,then began wondering what life was like at the time of their making, and within seconds of this thought, there was a large...
Several days after getting home after my GRS, i was sat in my room, listening to some David Bowie, and feeling reminiscent about my life. whilst looking at the various collectibles i had lying around the room. when my eyes came across a bowl of old glass marbles, just as the Changes track came on. so i walked over picking up the bowl, and found a pair of multi-coloured marbles, which i held in my hand,then began wondering what life was like at the time of their making, and within seconds of this thought, there was a large...
#romantic
#LGBT
#travel #scifi
#travel #scifi
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Phantom2426
Poem Published
20th May 2020 4:19am
20th May 2020 4:19am
Mistress of the World
The world is our mistress
You explore it with
Everything you got
It hurts you and
You hurt it with your
Pollution and dumping of
toxic chemicals into
the blue oceans
So make sure to love
Your mistress as if she
was your woman
Making sure to keep
her clean and
out of trouble
with the law
You explore it with
Everything you got
It hurts you and
You hurt it with your
Pollution and dumping of
toxic chemicals into
the blue oceans
So make sure to love
Your mistress as if she
was your woman
Making sure to keep
her clean and
out of trouble
with the law
#women
#pollution
#travel
#hurt
#risk
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10 Comments
Lazy_Dead
.Julia.
.Julia.
Poem Published
19th May 2020 1:15am
19th May 2020 1:15am
The Drive
There he was with his left hand on the steering wheel and his right hand intertwined with her delicate fingers, doing his best to keep his gaze on the open road in front of him. But it was hard to focus on the road ahead when his entire world was to his right, sitting shot gun, bouncing along to the music and playfully capturing his attention.
There was something magical about this dynamic between them. There was this magnetic pull that neither one of them understood or could explain, but neither of them wanted to resist. Somehow, no matter what was happening in their little world...
There was something magical about this dynamic between them. There was this magnetic pull that neither one of them understood or could explain, but neither of them wanted to resist. Somehow, no matter what was happening in their little world...
#love
#BestFriend
#memories
#travel
#nostalgia
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
17th May 2020 11:04pm
17th May 2020 11:04pm
one's own personal battle ..
catching a train isn't
like catching a virus won't take
you to waterloo, although,
in one sense it may
like catching a virus won't take
you to waterloo, although,
in one sense it may
#anxiety
#travel
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1 Comment
cabcool
Poem Published
15th May 2020 4:15am
15th May 2020 4:15am
odyssey
♪for my wife, odessa, on her birthday♪
a song
you are my journey
an odyssey across the rolling mountains of my life
walk with me only
out of my fantasy, you have emerged to be my wife
leave me not lonely
along the sudden turns of fate that cut me like a knife
what can console me
except your tenderness that’s always keeping me alive
you are my mornings
the shadows disappear as soon as i wake up with you
there are no warnings
that can prepare the heart for when your sun comes shining through ...
a song
you are my journey
an odyssey across the rolling mountains of my life
walk with me only
out of my fantasy, you have emerged to be my wife
leave me not lonely
along the sudden turns of fate that cut me like a knife
what can console me
except your tenderness that’s always keeping me alive
you are my mornings
the shadows disappear as soon as i wake up with you
there are no warnings
that can prepare the heart for when your sun comes shining through ...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#travel #risk
#travel #risk
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ClearmindedVillain
Poem Published
7th May 2020 00:02am
7th May 2020 00:02am
Blank Movie
Adventures early on the road.
It’s what is most calm a good mood.
Convinced the one and only to take a risk with a good attitude.
Not everyone is on the same page the inevitable endless feud.
Adventures bring sporadic surprises this is me becoming unglued.
That question I wish that could be asked becomes sound waves in my air.
It’s what is most calm a good mood.
Convinced the one and only to take a risk with a good attitude.
Not everyone is on the same page the inevitable endless feud.
Adventures bring sporadic surprises this is me becoming unglued.
That question I wish that could be asked becomes sound waves in my air.
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#LifeGoals #travel
#LifeGoals #travel
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4 Comments
Morganpoet
Poem Published
6th May 2020 3:42pm
6th May 2020 3:42pm
THE ROCKY ROAD
This is a visual poem
#travel
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Morganpoet
Poem Published
6th May 2020 3:03pm
6th May 2020 3:03pm
ESCARPMENT
Climbing the pass
the scent of freshly
burnt brake pads
mingles with the
coastal breeze.
Walking into the
glassed faces of
controlled yet
rapid descent.
The deceleration
of the unending
parade of travellers
echoes across the valley.
Morganpoet
the scent of freshly
burnt brake pads
mingles with the
coastal breeze.
Walking into the
glassed faces of
controlled yet
rapid descent.
The deceleration
of the unending
parade of travellers
echoes across the valley.
Morganpoet
#travel
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
2nd May 2020 1:17am
2nd May 2020 1:17am
I'll Understand
For Normalyn
Baby, wait for love and it’ll come to you.
Don’t hurry because it’s not too late.
If you’re hurt, don’t be ashamed to cry.
I’ve been thinking about you since we met.
Make a wish and you can touch the sky.
If you were mine, I wouldn’t say goodbye.
Talk to me, baby, and I’ll understand.
Reveal the feelings that you’re hiding inside.
Make me yours and I’ll make you mine.
If you don’t love me, don’t lead me on.
Just talk to me, baby, and I’ll understand.
If I break your heart, I know you’ll sigh.
And...
Baby, wait for love and it’ll come to you.
Don’t hurry because it’s not too late.
If you’re hurt, don’t be ashamed to cry.
I’ve been thinking about you since we met.
Make a wish and you can touch the sky.
If you were mine, I wouldn’t say goodbye.
Talk to me, baby, and I’ll understand.
Reveal the feelings that you’re hiding inside.
Make me yours and I’ll make you mine.
If you don’t love me, don’t lead me on.
Just talk to me, baby, and I’ll understand.
If I break your heart, I know you’ll sigh.
And...
#love
#sky
#travel #hurt
#travel #hurt
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rowantree
Rowan E.
Rowan E.
Poem Published
30th Apr 2020 5:42am
30th Apr 2020 5:42am
bags
they're under my eyes
and shoved into the corners of my childhood room
where I've set up temporary shop.
I had a car full of them
rocking down I10,
thought I might bust the bridge.
I don't want any more
things,
especially as Erykah Badu
sings and soothes me,
saying
let go, bag lady;
it is exhausting
to hold on.
All you need to hold onto
is you, she says,
which is why,
I guess,
no matter how tired I get
I know I picked the right reasons
to stay up too late.
...
and shoved into the corners of my childhood room
where I've set up temporary shop.
I had a car full of them
rocking down I10,
thought I might bust the bridge.
I don't want any more
things,
especially as Erykah Badu
sings and soothes me,
saying
let go, bag lady;
it is exhausting
to hold on.
All you need to hold onto
is you, she says,
which is why,
I guess,
no matter how tired I get
I know I picked the right reasons
to stay up too late.
...
#identity
#travel
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Walt55
Poem Published
30th Apr 2020 3:50am
30th Apr 2020 3:50am
Hobo's Lane
Come meet me,
At the end,
Of Hobo's lane,
Where the Seguin river flows.
Listen for the whistle,
Of the train,
As it goes,
Across the spanning bridge.
Pray that the Bull's,
Don't get me,
As I hide this freight car,
Of hay and wood.
Wear your sweat perfume,
That I adore,
And ruby red lipstick,
So, I know you.
Come meet me,
At the end,
Of Hobo lane,
Where the Seguin river falls.
Listen for the shuffling,
Of my feet,
As I dash along,
Watching for thorny...
At the end,
Of Hobo's lane,
Where the Seguin river flows.
Listen for the whistle,
Of the train,
As it goes,
Across the spanning bridge.
Pray that the Bull's,
Don't get me,
As I hide this freight car,
Of hay and wood.
Wear your sweat perfume,
That I adore,
And ruby red lipstick,
So, I know you.
Come meet me,
At the end,
Of Hobo lane,
Where the Seguin river falls.
Listen for the shuffling,
Of my feet,
As I dash along,
Watching for thorny...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#travel
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kissthesky
Poem Published
28th Apr 2020 11:38am
28th Apr 2020 11:38am
stay golden, lou-evil
to
harness
your divine
feminine
to
emulate
your natural
mystique
is the understanding
that
a mere crescent shape
outlined by the corner
of your lips
can afford you any wonder
you may
desire
in this lifetime
and
whichever clever being
that told you
money cannot buy happiness
has
clearly
never been stranded
in a foreign metropolitan jungle
to ponder the idea
that
money can buy you
gasoline
and
a tank full of gas
can take you home
harness
your divine
feminine
to
emulate
your natural
mystique
is the understanding
that
a mere crescent shape
outlined by the corner
of your lips
can afford you any wonder
you may
desire
in this lifetime
and
whichever clever being
that told you
money cannot buy happiness
has
clearly
never been stranded
in a foreign metropolitan jungle
to ponder the idea
that
money can buy you
gasoline
and
a tank full of gas
can take you home
#home
#travel
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