Long Poems About Travel
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Long poems about travel. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 3:21am
17th Mar 2025 3:21am
Scent Of A Man
Umm, the presence and scent of a man
Magnetic attraction where his feet stands
His natural body charismatic aroma
Element of charms, seeping to awaken a woman out a sexual coma
Is it his eyes, the soul behind his life’s mysteries
Flirtation in his smile, tells me he has an undercover sexual history
It is his nose that smells out my charms
An enticing deep baritone voice, which turns me on
Is it the erratic heartbeat he has for a woman, his passionate relent
Stealing my breath, as he tenderly seals my lips in...
Magnetic attraction where his feet stands
His natural body charismatic aroma
Element of charms, seeping to awaken a woman out a sexual coma
Is it his eyes, the soul behind his life’s mysteries
Flirtation in his smile, tells me he has an undercover sexual history
It is his nose that smells out my charms
An enticing deep baritone voice, which turns me on
Is it the erratic heartbeat he has for a woman, his passionate relent
Stealing my breath, as he tenderly seals my lips in...
#travel
211 reads
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
14th Mar 2025 10:48am
14th Mar 2025 10:48am
Not N Your Library Series II (Do You Smell Somethin)
Did something crawl up in him and died?
That is what his family thought while traveling in that shit smelling ride,
“Could it be those White Castle sliders or that burrito from Taco Bell
That is giving his ass cheeks pure hell,
“The windows did not come down because they were broke
And being immune to his own shit all the rest can do was choke,
“The air conditioner in the raggedy motherfucka did not function
Causing his wife to have flashbacks of the other night when they were fuckin,
“The room had to be aired out...
That is what his family thought while traveling in that shit smelling ride,
“Could it be those White Castle sliders or that burrito from Taco Bell
That is giving his ass cheeks pure hell,
“The windows did not come down because they were broke
And being immune to his own shit all the rest can do was choke,
“The air conditioner in the raggedy motherfucka did not function
Causing his wife to have flashbacks of the other night when they were fuckin,
“The room had to be aired out...
#cars
#family
#travel
72 reads
2 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
1st Mar 2025 3:04pm
1st Mar 2025 3:04pm
Finding Love at the Waffle House
The Waffle House on the outskirts of Lebanon, MO, exudes an unmistakable aroma of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee that seems to hang in the air like a comforting cloud. This quaint establishment features vinyl booths in shades of fading turquoise and a counter worn smooth by the countless elbows of truckers, tourists, and townsfolk that have propped there over the years. The linoleum floor, a checkerboard of black and white squares, bears the scuffs and marks of time and the shuffling feet of daily patrons.
Maggie, a 42-year-old waitress, glides through the diner with practiced...
Maggie, a 42-year-old waitress, glides through the diner with practiced...
#coffee
#sex
#travel
160 reads
1 Comment
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
18th Jan 2025 7:54pm
18th Jan 2025 7:54pm
Let The Echoes Of Freedom Ring (Part I)
I thought, since I am in Ohio residing in my hotel suite, much later, I will be attending an optional black tie symphonic event to celebrate one of my favorite female R&B artists, an iconess in her own time.
I would blog on site.
My next part I will elaborate on the rise of the African America race, and going forward under a new administration, will our agendas as a collective race of people, trying to prosper in a post-Jim Crow economy, as well as, earning a perspective place in a socialism, catered and systematic manipulated with those old Willie...
I would blog on site.
My next part I will elaborate on the rise of the African America race, and going forward under a new administration, will our agendas as a collective race of people, trying to prosper in a post-Jim Crow economy, as well as, earning a perspective place in a socialism, catered and systematic manipulated with those old Willie...
#music
#mythology
#travel #water
#travel #water
366 reads
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
299 reads
1 Comment
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 3:12pm
11th Jan 2025 3:12pm
I would like to say, thank you for the hospitality of the state of Michigan and the city of Detroit and I humbly bow to the country of Canada for such generous hospitality.
In essence of that, I did not get to the Motown Museum due in part, my bestie and I was retained in Canada and then time became a factor.
Detroit is such a thriving city, and the tourist attractions were phenomenal, and the beautiful mural did the city modern justice.
The Spirit Of Detroit
The Spirit of Detroit is a magnificent monument...
In essence of that, I did not get to the Motown Museum due in part, my bestie and I was retained in Canada and then time became a factor.
Detroit is such a thriving city, and the tourist attractions were phenomenal, and the beautiful mural did the city modern justice.
The Spirit Of Detroit
The Spirit of Detroit is a magnificent monument...
#LifeAsAWriter
#passion
#travel #water
#travel #water
238 reads
Heisenberg68
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 00:52am
3rd Jan 2025 00:52am
Covenant of the Stars (A Poem for Progress)
Journey to the Stars
We stand at the edge of a dream,
A whisper carried on the winds of time,
From ancient sands where Abraham walked,
A covenant made beneath endless skies.
He set forth, not knowing the road,
A man with faith as his only map.
He left the known for the promise of more,
A seed of hope in the soil of the vast unknown.
And now, we too are called,
Not to one land, but to all the heavens.
To chart the stars and claim the void,
To carry life where silence reigns.
But the road is hard, the...
We stand at the edge of a dream,
A whisper carried on the winds of time,
From ancient sands where Abraham walked,
A covenant made beneath endless skies.
He set forth, not knowing the road,
A man with faith as his only map.
He left the known for the promise of more,
A seed of hope in the soil of the vast unknown.
And now, we too are called,
Not to one land, but to all the heavens.
To chart the stars and claim the void,
To carry life where silence reigns.
But the road is hard, the...
#LifeGoals
#stars
#travel #universe
#travel #universe
182 reads
0 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 2:06am
14th Dec 2024 2:06am
Ringside
Tracy takes me to Ringside Steakhouse the day before my birthday
We get our entrees at 9:30 PM.
I've flown from Phoenix to Portland
Spent Thanksgiving with my sister
Then taken the train to Tacoma to visit old friends
By the time a bus gets me back to Portland, it's late and I'm not very hungry
I haven't seen Tracy in 14 years
and it's only the second time seeing him in almost twenty
He's not on social media, so I didn't know how to age him in my mind
I never thought of him as fat,
but he's lost something like 50 pounds ...
We get our entrees at 9:30 PM.
I've flown from Phoenix to Portland
Spent Thanksgiving with my sister
Then taken the train to Tacoma to visit old friends
By the time a bus gets me back to Portland, it's late and I'm not very hungry
I haven't seen Tracy in 14 years
and it's only the second time seeing him in almost twenty
He's not on social media, so I didn't know how to age him in my mind
I never thought of him as fat,
but he's lost something like 50 pounds ...
#aging
#boyfriend
#travel
164 reads
5 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
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
146 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
19th Jul 2024 7:39pm
19th Jul 2024 7:39pm
It's So Eclectic
Close your eyes and slowly inhale the touch of the wind
It speaks of old Negro tales the ear refuses to lend
Sacred whispers of the Middle passage as ships on troubled waters braved
Christened by the dark depth as weary souls wade
Captives of past generations residing in cramped living quarters on a journey to a new frontier
Only to fall prey to savagery, more brutal than killing the buffalo and hunting the deer
Shh… can you hear the echoes give us freedom as it bemoans ...
It speaks of old Negro tales the ear refuses to lend
Sacred whispers of the Middle passage as ships on troubled waters braved
Christened by the dark depth as weary souls wade
Captives of past generations residing in cramped living quarters on a journey to a new frontier
Only to fall prey to savagery, more brutal than killing the buffalo and hunting the deer
Shh… can you hear the echoes give us freedom as it bemoans ...
#travel
395 reads
9 Comments
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