Poems About Travel Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about travel seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:32am
Yesterday 3:32am
The Kings (Atlanta, Georgia)
I stood in awe of the beautiful roaring ocean
The elements of sea salt of its purification when skin is dipped in sacred benediction the soul rejuvenated in its harmonic motion
In the midnight hours the moon dancing off the reflection of the water to welcome my blessed naked offering to Mother Nature becoming one with the universe
Knowing there is nothing mightier than when the tide and the shores
greets
The coldness kissing my ankles, bathing my feet
My stance firmly planted in the sand
So many footprints entwined by woman, child, and man...
The elements of sea salt of its purification when skin is dipped in sacred benediction the soul rejuvenated in its harmonic motion
In the midnight hours the moon dancing off the reflection of the water to welcome my blessed naked offering to Mother Nature becoming one with the universe
Knowing there is nothing mightier than when the tide and the shores
greets
The coldness kissing my ankles, bathing my feet
My stance firmly planted in the sand
So many footprints entwined by woman, child, and man...
#rap
#rebirth
#spiritual
#travel
#water
78 reads
1 Comment
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 4:33am
17th Mar 2025 4:33am
Crunchy *uck Harbor
Your ticket to Crunchy Fuck Harbor
is not an expensive plane ticket,
nor a cruise on a 5,000-passenger ship
with banks of intestinal looking water slides
It's not in any particular place in the United States
Or the world for that matter.
A trip to Crunchy Fuck Harbor
can be reached
via a simple stalk of celery.
Bite down
Hear it.
Be there.
is not an expensive plane ticket,
nor a cruise on a 5,000-passenger ship
with banks of intestinal looking water slides
It's not in any particular place in the United States
Or the world for that matter.
A trip to Crunchy Fuck Harbor
can be reached
via a simple stalk of celery.
Bite down
Hear it.
Be there.
#food
#travel
76 reads
5 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 5:12pm
25th Feb 2025 5:12pm
Knowing Wrong From Wright!
When
i
think
of
flight
I
think
of
the
brothers
Wright
They
weren't
to
wrong!
by Jemia
i
think
of
flight
I
think
of
the
brothers
Wright
They
weren't
to
wrong!
by Jemia
#historical
#LifeAsAWriter
#travel
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0 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 3:50am
19th Feb 2025 3:50am
Miami!
Calle Ocho
Look a roacho
it must be Miami!
teeming with humanity
cut with a knife humidity
Miami it must be
La la
Mama Mia!
Santeria!
In the canals the dead goats float
Out in the bay
on any given day
square grouper are afloat
See them from your speeding boat
A penthouse on Brickell Ave
Big bucks you must have
or else it's Kendall Drive for you
Yikes, that's me! what can I do?
Oh, neato
another mosquito
soon you'll have no blood
Will Miami be here
in another year ...
Look a roacho
it must be Miami!
teeming with humanity
cut with a knife humidity
Miami it must be
La la
Mama Mia!
Santeria!
In the canals the dead goats float
Out in the bay
on any given day
square grouper are afloat
See them from your speeding boat
A penthouse on Brickell Ave
Big bucks you must have
or else it's Kendall Drive for you
Yikes, that's me! what can I do?
Oh, neato
another mosquito
soon you'll have no blood
Will Miami be here
in another year ...
#nostalgia
#travel
93 reads
3 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 7:49pm
18th Feb 2025 7:49pm
Trip to Barcelona
They were standing nearby a rock;
It was a sunny day.
And she had thought,
It would be a very good day to soak up the sun;
They had arrived there by train.
And he had told her,
That they might see a black pig,
Because they were frequent on that place;
«They are very fierce and territorial.»
He had told her;
So time after time,
She turned her head on both sides,
To see the black pig;
It was very quiet,
And even though,
There was a street nearby them,
No cars passed;
They were smoking cigarettes,
And not...
It was a sunny day.
And she had thought,
It would be a very good day to soak up the sun;
They had arrived there by train.
And he had told her,
That they might see a black pig,
Because they were frequent on that place;
«They are very fierce and territorial.»
He had told her;
So time after time,
She turned her head on both sides,
To see the black pig;
It was very quiet,
And even though,
There was a street nearby them,
No cars passed;
They were smoking cigarettes,
And not...
#travel
58 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 4:45am
22nd Jan 2025 4:45am
Four for the Road
Four for the Road
I Walpi
Bruja voice of a thousand tears
Takes us to the sky born wheel
Where pueblo wonders through centuries
Upon flower mesa that blossoms love
For children of dusty walls
Whose cast iron dreams
Are a coal stove in a pottery room
With a lady of ancient designs
Whose smile is the murmuring sun
That glimmers through a veil of sand
When her ceramic children
With motifs as sacred as the land
Are too strange for homes of...
I Walpi
Bruja voice of a thousand tears
Takes us to the sky born wheel
Where pueblo wonders through centuries
Upon flower mesa that blossoms love
For children of dusty walls
Whose cast iron dreams
Are a coal stove in a pottery room
With a lady of ancient designs
Whose smile is the murmuring sun
That glimmers through a veil of sand
When her ceramic children
With motifs as sacred as the land
Are too strange for homes of...
#city
#desert
#memories
#spiritual
#travel
93 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 9:19pm
19th Jan 2025 9:19pm
Simply The Read, She Is Simply The Best
To Love Life In The Moment, I have found it so daunting to live in the negativity of time, it is a beautiful world out here, and I am so honored to not see colors, just smiles from the heart, and I have been in the presence of elevation of the minds and by the will of Allah, I have been within the company of affluent people from all walks of life.
I tell you, I have sat among the improvised, as well graced my arrival among the prominent, and I have learned no matter the money, the prestige if the heart or mind does not guide its success, then you are maneuvering through life...
I tell you, I have sat among the improvised, as well graced my arrival among the prominent, and I have learned no matter the money, the prestige if the heart or mind does not guide its success, then you are maneuvering through life...
#LifeAsAWriter
#music
#ThrillSeeking #travel
#ThrillSeeking #travel
369 reads
2 Comments
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 2:46am
18th Jan 2025 2:46am
Enigma
Enigma,
Even unto myself;
Bottom of the barrel;
High-end top-shelf;
A student of both
Tolkien,
And Bourdain;
One,
Devout Catholic;
One culinarian,
Most profane.
My own heart
Tethered
On those thin threads between…
If you don’t
Really understand,
Then you know
Just what I mean.
Even unto myself;
Bottom of the barrel;
High-end top-shelf;
A student of both
Tolkien,
And Bourdain;
One,
Devout Catholic;
One culinarian,
Most profane.
My own heart
Tethered
On those thin threads between…
If you don’t
Really understand,
Then you know
Just what I mean.
#depression
#FeelingLost
#hope
#myself
#travel
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Heart_of_Stone
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 00:16am
16th Jan 2025 00:16am
Love Big and Small
Duck! - shouted in fear
as a dust mote collides with the wall
leaving behind an unholy din and a
microscopic crater of fractured paint
You reach out clutching a star
and set it on my brow
dining at the far end of the Milky Way
planets floating by towing banners
selling time shares on Alpha Centauri
Swimming on the ocean floor
compressed to the size of atoms
shyly dressing in electrons just to
watch street lights swim past
followed closely by very large teeth
returning home a little tired ...
as a dust mote collides with the wall
leaving behind an unholy din and a
microscopic crater of fractured paint
You reach out clutching a star
and set it on my brow
dining at the far end of the Milky Way
planets floating by towing banners
selling time shares on Alpha Centauri
Swimming on the ocean floor
compressed to the size of atoms
shyly dressing in electrons just to
watch street lights swim past
followed closely by very large teeth
returning home a little tired ...
#love
#scifi
#travel
55 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 4:39pm
12th Jan 2025 4:39pm
Mm.. Once Upon A Time
Feeling The Blending Of His Esoteric Soul
Boston, Massachusetts
Based On True Events
South End
There is nothing more mental cleansing than being invited to a white party
Everyone garbed within the reality of purging their philosophical ambience
Attuning the foundation of their fundamental and core values
Uplifting the communion of the sacred nebula of self to the spirits of the cosmic Gods
Glancing around, witnessing cultures and various nationalities, blending in essence
A unity of mentalities who...
Boston, Massachusetts
Based On True Events
South End
There is nothing more mental cleansing than being invited to a white party
Everyone garbed within the reality of purging their philosophical ambience
Attuning the foundation of their fundamental and core values
Uplifting the communion of the sacred nebula of self to the spirits of the cosmic Gods
Glancing around, witnessing cultures and various nationalities, blending in essence
A unity of mentalities who...
#mythology
#passion
#travel
#water
#rebirth
302 reads
1 Comment
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 9:32pm
11th Jan 2025 9:32pm
Sunday Morning south of Sydney
Travellers often say that visiting such and such a place was 'life changing'.
From my observations nothing much has changed in them, post travel.
They talk the same,walk the same and definitely think the same.
Can a woman hater change by visiting Notre Dame?
Does a bigot change from standing beneath Mount Fuji?
I've met some who have seen the slums of Delhi or the Concentration Camps of Poland.
They still walk past the street beggars and still lump people into groups they can despise.
An experience of any sort changes life but to change...
From my observations nothing much has changed in them, post travel.
They talk the same,walk the same and definitely think the same.
Can a woman hater change by visiting Notre Dame?
Does a bigot change from standing beneath Mount Fuji?
I've met some who have seen the slums of Delhi or the Concentration Camps of Poland.
They still walk past the street beggars and still lump people into groups they can despise.
An experience of any sort changes life but to change...
#travel
82 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 00:19am
17th Dec 2024 00:19am
Pueblo Wedding
Pueblo Wedding
Cruising the asphalt road to Cibola
Ancient Mission beckons
From the desert shore of a primordial sea
Now sear hills in a brown terrain of mountains
We follow the river of highway
Onto the parking lot
Of the church made from the mud of ages
Shaped by earthen hands of ancestors
Whose chants haunt the whispering wind
Upon parting the gates of the sanctuary
Low and behold a Wedding unfolding
We enter the sacred space
Where ancient art
of pueblo women gathering corn
is frescoed on...
Cruising the asphalt road to Cibola
Ancient Mission beckons
From the desert shore of a primordial sea
Now sear hills in a brown terrain of mountains
We follow the river of highway
Onto the parking lot
Of the church made from the mud of ages
Shaped by earthen hands of ancestors
Whose chants haunt the whispering wind
Upon parting the gates of the sanctuary
Low and behold a Wedding unfolding
We enter the sacred space
Where ancient art
of pueblo women gathering corn
is frescoed on...
#happiness
#love
#marriage
#tradition
#travel
92 reads
2 Comments
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