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.
plexus
Poem Published
30th Sep 2020 00:52am
30th Sep 2020 00:52am
Ana's 21st pandemic birthday party note
wine and whisky
the distillation of dizzy
whisky and wine
for the passing of time
spirits and potions
three drowning devotions
may elixirs whisk us
to enticing oceans
the distillation of dizzy
whisky and wine
for the passing of time
spirits and potions
three drowning devotions
may elixirs whisk us
to enticing oceans
#relationships
#friendship
#birthday
#alcohol
#travel
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AndyJHale
Andy J Hale
Andy J Hale
Poem Published
29th Sep 2020 6:13am
29th Sep 2020 6:13am
Take me there ( Angels fly again)
under the wings
of the airplane
a land of fairytales
I see you through
the window glass
You watch me as i land
ceramic angels
on the countertop
Jewels adorn your skin
The snow finally falls
In Monaco
Angels fly again
The sun settles
On a final location
beyond the Ionian sea
With heavy hearts
Angels, do fly
Angels fly again
of the airplane
a land of fairytales
I see you through
the window glass
You watch me as i land
ceramic angels
on the countertop
Jewels adorn your skin
The snow finally falls
In Monaco
Angels fly again
The sun settles
On a final location
beyond the Ionian sea
With heavy hearts
Angels, do fly
Angels fly again
#lover
#travel
27 reads
2 Comments
jemac
Poem Published
25th Sep 2020 9:46pm
25th Sep 2020 9:46pm
wonderlust 1
drum beats of our souls
places that resonate deeply
kissing tender hearts
places that resonate deeply
kissing tender hearts
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
#travel
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oskar
Poem Published
24th Sep 2020 9:00am
24th Sep 2020 9:00am
remembering a dog
Remembering a dog
When I was young and for us not rich there was
navy academia you could learn engineering, navigation
and catering, with my eyesight I settled for catering
After going through the grades, I got a certificate that I was
a chief steward. a job which consisted of telling the cook what
to make, buying the food needed and to do the books.
The big tank ship, oh so beautiful, sailed from oil port to to
another oil terminal and boredom set in, I left the great ship
in Antwerp and after a week ashore I got a job
on an old...
When I was young and for us not rich there was
navy academia you could learn engineering, navigation
and catering, with my eyesight I settled for catering
After going through the grades, I got a certificate that I was
a chief steward. a job which consisted of telling the cook what
to make, buying the food needed and to do the books.
The big tank ship, oh so beautiful, sailed from oil port to to
another oil terminal and boredom set in, I left the great ship
in Antwerp and after a week ashore I got a job
on an old...
#travel
#meditation
#passion #reading
#passion #reading
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AndyJHale
Andy J Hale
Andy J Hale
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2020 2:20am
23rd Sep 2020 2:20am
Take me there (part 1)
The sun has perched
in a familiar location
high above the sea
Take me there
Oh, take me there
My lover of the sea
Buddha boasts
of a garden
high up in the sky
To take the stairs
you must beware
because they also
lead to the sea
where a kaleidoscope
of sailboats
are waiting to be free
but lions with
iron wings
hold them in captivity
Come rescue me
Come rescue me
My lover of the sea...
in a familiar location
high above the sea
Take me there
Oh, take me there
My lover of the sea
Buddha boasts
of a garden
high up in the sky
To take the stairs
you must beware
because they also
lead to the sea
where a kaleidoscope
of sailboats
are waiting to be free
but lions with
iron wings
hold them in captivity
Come rescue me
Come rescue me
My lover of the sea...
#love
#monsters
#mythology #travel
#mythology #travel
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1337y2k
Poem Published
18th Sep 2020 12:41pm
18th Sep 2020 12:41pm
MORITVRI TE SALVTANT
AVE Lucifer,
Stella del mattino,
Stella della sera,
Portatore di luce.
Il dio Sole, l'unico che concede la vita e la morte al mondo.
Ancora una volta, ti vedo in cielo,
Tu mi fai strada.
MORITVRI TE SALVTANT.
Portami alla prossima destinazione,
Sono state così tante le volte che ho viaggiato,
Mi sono stancato persino di disfare le valigie,
Guidami stella del mattino.
Non voglio schiantarmi con la mia macchina, mentre il dio Sole sta arrivando.
E ti farà scomparire dalla mia vista.
...
Stella del mattino,
Stella della sera,
Portatore di luce.
Il dio Sole, l'unico che concede la vita e la morte al mondo.
Ancora una volta, ti vedo in cielo,
Tu mi fai strada.
MORITVRI TE SALVTANT.
Portami alla prossima destinazione,
Sono state così tante le volte che ho viaggiato,
Mi sono stancato persino di disfare le valigie,
Guidami stella del mattino.
Non voglio schiantarmi con la mia macchina, mentre il dio Sole sta arrivando.
E ti farà scomparire dalla mia vista.
...
#loneliness
#astronomy
#travel
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
6th Sep 2020 3:43pm
6th Sep 2020 3:43pm
‘ESSE’ ~The Hinges Has to Cling On Tight... For The Flung Wide-Open Doors Of Freedom: On Essential Existentialism
Esse" ~(Translated Version- 239 word count)
I looked at that face, dumbfounded. The lights of métro stations flew by; I didn’t notice them. What can be done, if our sight lacks absolute power to devour objects ecstatically, in an instant, leaving nothing more than the void of an ideal form, a sign like a hieroglyph simplified from the drawing of an animal or bird? A slightly snub nose, a high brow with sleekly brushed-back hair, the line of the chin – but why isn’t the power of sight absolute? – and in a whiteness tinged with pink two sculpted holes, containing a dark,...
I looked at that face, dumbfounded. The lights of métro stations flew by; I didn’t notice them. What can be done, if our sight lacks absolute power to devour objects ecstatically, in an instant, leaving nothing more than the void of an ideal form, a sign like a hieroglyph simplified from the drawing of an animal or bird? A slightly snub nose, a high brow with sleekly brushed-back hair, the line of the chin – but why isn’t the power of sight absolute? – and in a whiteness tinged with pink two sculpted holes, containing a dark,...
#love
#fate
#PowerOfWords
#travel
#magic
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6 Comments
runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
29th Aug 2020 5:14am
29th Aug 2020 5:14am
Dream not of today
Wake thine statue from it's mystical sleep
Consuming intention in one's infinite heat
-
By a cut of the present a future bleeds out
Fools on this path stumble to expel doubt
-
Walking within a mirror reflection of mind
Coalescing soulful wine into sentient time
Consuming intention in one's infinite heat
-
By a cut of the present a future bleeds out
Fools on this path stumble to expel doubt
-
Walking within a mirror reflection of mind
Coalescing soulful wine into sentient time
#spiritual
#travel
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oskar
Poem Published
26th Aug 2020 8:56am
26th Aug 2020 8:56am
the river of Benafim
The river of Benafim
A long time ago (everything is in the past)
a river ran near the houses its water was calm and fresh
it came from the upland.
Parts of the river runs quite deep
we could swim a little and frolic about.
I had a dog back then
she preferred the shallow parts looking rounded stones
like an egg, she gave them to me.
I thanked her patted her head and put the stones in my bag.
The river is dry now, only an ugly scar in the landscape.
Smallholdings must drive further up to find water.
Bigger farms have...
A long time ago (everything is in the past)
a river ran near the houses its water was calm and fresh
it came from the upland.
Parts of the river runs quite deep
we could swim a little and frolic about.
I had a dog back then
she preferred the shallow parts looking rounded stones
like an egg, she gave them to me.
I thanked her patted her head and put the stones in my bag.
The river is dry now, only an ugly scar in the landscape.
Smallholdings must drive further up to find water.
Bigger farms have...
#travel
#freedom
#art
#passion
#reading
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VeronikaB
Poem Published
20th Aug 2020 1:17pm
20th Aug 2020 1:17pm
Call To Adventure
when life called at my door
and I saw the Unicorn,
saddled and ready,
I knew it was time
to leave the old
wounds
some never heal
no matter how magic a cure.
Do
not
grant
habits,
trauma,
the past,
or a secret,
power over you
or your story,
she said,
don’t let them define
your present or future,
karma or life.
I watched the bars of my cage
fade into the shadows
of the espalier hedge
and through the lattice the dawn
golden and rose
as I straddled two...
and I saw the Unicorn,
saddled and ready,
I knew it was time
to leave the old
wounds
some never heal
no matter how magic a cure.
Do
not
grant
habits,
trauma,
the past,
or a secret,
power over you
or your story,
she said,
don’t let them define
your present or future,
karma or life.
I watched the bars of my cage
fade into the shadows
of the espalier hedge
and through the lattice the dawn
golden and rose
as I straddled two...
#courage
#fate
#travel #healing
#travel #healing
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jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
20th Aug 2020 11:03am
20th Aug 2020 11:03am
Free
On the shores of Laguna
Wind
Salty taste ahead
I sit here
Young
Beautiful
Mommas voice in my head
Babydoll
Love many
Break only for a few
And baby
Never
Never
Say I love you
Smiles
Winter kisses
Under a bright moon
Father was so angry
Way past noon curfew
Pool
In the patio
Bending
Dancing to ourselves
My first
True love
So young
So overwhelmed
The merging of three
Touching me
Sweet debauchery
Caught in the...
Wind
Salty taste ahead
I sit here
Young
Beautiful
Mommas voice in my head
Babydoll
Love many
Break only for a few
And baby
Never
Never
Say I love you
Smiles
Winter kisses
Under a bright moon
Father was so angry
Way past noon curfew
Pool
In the patio
Bending
Dancing to ourselves
My first
True love
So young
So overwhelmed
The merging of three
Touching me
Sweet debauchery
Caught in the...
#love
#identity
#memories
#travel
#polyamory
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caxton
Poem Published
17th Aug 2020 6:56pm
17th Aug 2020 6:56pm
Driving to Boston at 5 am
So I can be in a city before the businessmen take an early lunch.
The alcoholics haven’t yet stirred
And my patience won’t yet be tested.
But hours before my reason to be there
Still exploring a city can be nice in itself
The alcoholics haven’t yet stirred
And my patience won’t yet be tested.
But hours before my reason to be there
Still exploring a city can be nice in itself
#travel
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