Poems About Travel Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about travel seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 00:48am
2nd Dec 2024 00:48am
Laughlin from the Sky
A sudden land blaze
Where am I?
The sky is honest
The land tells lies.
So many patchwork quilts
Neat human geometry
the higher you go.
45 minutes from Phoenix
a small crop of flashing signs below,
a river behind them.
I'm always guessing in the air
Where am I?
But I'm fairly certain i know this: Laughlin, Nevada
A weekend...what?
Fourteen years ago?
I want to start parsing that weekend
Neat cognitive geometry
Remembering this
Selectively forgetting that. ...
Where am I?
The sky is honest
The land tells lies.
So many patchwork quilts
Neat human geometry
the higher you go.
45 minutes from Phoenix
a small crop of flashing signs below,
a river behind them.
I'm always guessing in the air
Where am I?
But I'm fairly certain i know this: Laughlin, Nevada
A weekend...what?
Fourteen years ago?
I want to start parsing that weekend
Neat cognitive geometry
Remembering this
Selectively forgetting that. ...
#lust
#memories
#travel
201 reads
6 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 3:52pm
25th Nov 2024 3:52pm
Boundless Horizons
We leapt from the heavens, hand in hand,
Plunging through clouds to kiss the land.
The wind screamed loud, but we heard only laughter,
Two souls entwined, chasing ever after.
A river beckoned, its wild heart untamed,
Through rapids and ripples, our courage reclaimed.
In a two-seater canoe, we danced on its waves,
Adventurers bold, no need to be saved.
The sea called next, with its predator's grin,
Among shark-filled waters, our love pulled us in.
We marveled at creatures, vibrant and free,
A symphony of life beneath...
Plunging through clouds to kiss the land.
The wind screamed loud, but we heard only laughter,
Two souls entwined, chasing ever after.
A river beckoned, its wild heart untamed,
Through rapids and ripples, our courage reclaimed.
In a two-seater canoe, we danced on its waves,
Adventurers bold, no need to be saved.
The sea called next, with its predator's grin,
Among shark-filled waters, our love pulled us in.
We marveled at creatures, vibrant and free,
A symphony of life beneath...
#love
#passion
#travel
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0 Comments
sharadejahan
sharad
sharad
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 10:07am
27th Oct 2024 10:07am
Wild Beneath the Stars
That night, in the cozy warmth of the tent, they lay beside each other, wrapped in their sleeping bags, the sound of the wind rustling the tent walls around them. At first, the space between them felt vast, but as the night deepened and the conversations flowed, they found themselves inching closer, unconsciously seeking each other's warmth.
They talked about the stars visible through the small window of the tent, about their adulthoods, and about the freedom they felt here, away from the chaos of their usual lives. At one point, their hands brushed, and neither of them pulled...
They talked about the stars visible through the small window of the tent, about their adulthoods, and about the freedom they felt here, away from the chaos of their usual lives. At one point, their hands brushed, and neither of them pulled...
#erotic
#sex
#travel
530 reads
8 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 11:21am
12th Oct 2024 11:21am
Wanderings of A Crimson Seer
The crimson seer doth roam
With bones and rites in tow
Her weary steps through loam
'Neath skies that ever glow
The runes she casts in flame
The stars her secret guide
She calls each fate by name
And bids the veil divide
With trembling hands she grasps
The orb of midnight’s hue
In shadows deep, she clasps
The threads that none construe
Her whispered words of old
In tongues both dark and fey
Doth summon powers bold
To show what none dare say
The cards she spreads with care
Each...
With bones and rites in tow
Her weary steps through loam
'Neath skies that ever glow
The runes she casts in flame
The stars her secret guide
She calls each fate by name
And bids the veil divide
With trembling hands she grasps
The orb of midnight’s hue
In shadows deep, she clasps
The threads that none construe
Her whispered words of old
In tongues both dark and fey
Doth summon powers bold
To show what none dare say
The cards she spreads with care
Each...
#magic
#narrative
#rhyming
#travel
#universe
87 reads
0 Comments
Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 9:35am
9th Oct 2024 9:35am
Plane 2 Spain
Alright, geez, let me give ya the squeez,
'Bout James Rocco, who had his fees,
In Hazza West, down at Wacko’s place,
Where the drugs flowed free, it was quite a disgrace.
With cider in hand and the parties ablaze,
The nights were a blur, lost in the haze,
"Oi, Rocco!" they'd shout, "Another round, mate!"
And his liver cried mercy. It wasn’t so great.
GT levels were sky-high at 178,
Yet Rocco would laugh, "It’s me usual state!"
Friends all around, in houses and streets,
Drug use was...
'Bout James Rocco, who had his fees,
In Hazza West, down at Wacko’s place,
Where the drugs flowed free, it was quite a disgrace.
With cider in hand and the parties ablaze,
The nights were a blur, lost in the haze,
"Oi, Rocco!" they'd shout, "Another round, mate!"
And his liver cried mercy. It wasn’t so great.
GT levels were sky-high at 178,
Yet Rocco would laugh, "It’s me usual state!"
Friends all around, in houses and streets,
Drug use was...
#drugs
#freedom
#marijuana
#passion
#travel
147 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
24th Sep 2024 11:26am
24th Sep 2024 11:26am
POP
there was something very scary.
in that look.
in those dilated pupils.
in that drooling dead mouth.
all, all, all open and receptive.
In the background, someone said a linguistic gem.
as if the music had stopped being heard.
I found you strange and continued my way along the gallery walls.
an endless stream of still lifes.
Everything about that scene brought to mind paintings.
by some unknown pop art artists.
in that look.
in those dilated pupils.
in that drooling dead mouth.
all, all, all open and receptive.
In the background, someone said a linguistic gem.
as if the music had stopped being heard.
I found you strange and continued my way along the gallery walls.
an endless stream of still lifes.
Everything about that scene brought to mind paintings.
by some unknown pop art artists.
#art
#freedom
#passion
#reading
#travel
115 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
26th Aug 2024 11:25am
26th Aug 2024 11:25am
8 stops until the moon.
And there he was, distracted by the stars
passing through the glass window of the bus.
Pondering what he had heard aside:
..."maybe it's not ideal for you"...
and the hours it could take to arrive
in that small town where they met.
Would time that passes be able to confirm it
to be worth the effort to go and try?
passing through the glass window of the bus.
Pondering what he had heard aside:
..."maybe it's not ideal for you"...
and the hours it could take to arrive
in that small town where they met.
Would time that passes be able to confirm it
to be worth the effort to go and try?
#hope
#mirror
#MovingOn
#stars
#travel
148 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
20th Aug 2024 1:13am
20th Aug 2024 1:13am
Opportunity is gone
Storm washed away roads
Roads were closed, canceled my trip
My one chance for change
Roads were closed, canceled my trip
My one chance for change
#LifeChangingMoment
#senryu
#storm
#support
#travel
136 reads
12 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
16th Aug 2024 5:17pm
16th Aug 2024 5:17pm
Within Inks of Africa
I find myself lost on the brink
of a darkening African ink
rivers flowing up from the south
still conceal their alluvial mouth
Beyond photoshoots in the mist
more than just some bucket list
another task to then complete
sampling this life still bittersweet
Enduring harsh afternoon rain
this deeper phantom pain
from a homeland once lost
with its ever confounding cost
As I feel this...
of a darkening African ink
rivers flowing up from the south
still conceal their alluvial mouth
Beyond photoshoots in the mist
more than just some bucket list
another task to then complete
sampling this life still bittersweet
Enduring harsh afternoon rain
this deeper phantom pain
from a homeland once lost
with its ever confounding cost
As I feel this...
#Africa
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#travel
#TruthOfLife
22 reads
12 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
10th Aug 2024 6:52pm
10th Aug 2024 6:52pm
North of Norway
When you're north of Norway
there's still more north to know
There's a polar ice cap
pooling into danger
a north pole
giving you the cold shoulder
and further north
heaven
- for the eternal believers club -
or Valhalla
to sate one's inner Viking.
Or perhaps there's simply the stratosphere
the mesosphere
the thermosphere
and the exosphere
and up and up and up and up
until space
is out of space
and has to wait for more time.
In the meantime,
if you...
there's still more north to know
There's a polar ice cap
pooling into danger
a north pole
giving you the cold shoulder
and further north
heaven
- for the eternal believers club -
or Valhalla
to sate one's inner Viking.
Or perhaps there's simply the stratosphere
the mesosphere
the thermosphere
and the exosphere
and up and up and up and up
until space
is out of space
and has to wait for more time.
In the meantime,
if you...
#culture
#dreams
#mystery #travel
#mystery #travel
195 reads
8 Comments
neves
Poem Published
8th Aug 2024 12:05pm
8th Aug 2024 12:05pm
I will do it again
with very little,
cut by the last thread
of purpose
riding a train grinding
it's way to deep
country
in the middle of
nothing and nowhere,
I will do it again
as my scapula grinds
against the rail
and tracks
scream out
their last
spark.
cut by the last thread
of purpose
riding a train grinding
it's way to deep
country
in the middle of
nothing and nowhere,
I will do it again
as my scapula grinds
against the rail
and tracks
scream out
their last
spark.
#minimalist
#travel
256 reads
2 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
8th Aug 2024 2:36am
8th Aug 2024 2:36am
Cripple Creek
Floating lazily
Reaching the shore
whenever they happen to get there
Memories are like bottled messages
And so I remember Cripple Creek
one single day
from so long ago
I was 20
the thinnest I'd ever been
spending a few weeks in Colorado Springs
an intensive photography workshop
One of our field trips
was an hour or so away
a gain of several thousand feet in altitude
Cripple Creek
More foreign feeling to me
than some foreign countries I'd visited
The first memory
is...
Reaching the shore
whenever they happen to get there
Memories are like bottled messages
And so I remember Cripple Creek
one single day
from so long ago
I was 20
the thinnest I'd ever been
spending a few weeks in Colorado Springs
an intensive photography workshop
One of our field trips
was an hour or so away
a gain of several thousand feet in altitude
Cripple Creek
More foreign feeling to me
than some foreign countries I'd visited
The first memory
is...
#memories
#travel
198 reads
8 Comments
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