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.
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
15th Jul 2024 4:16pm
15th Jul 2024 4:16pm
Coincidentally Cosmic
I feel a cosmic unification, a cross
hemispherical commingling of thought
elevating awareness of the outside
energies ebb and flow, existing in
harmonic resonance with the earth
I hear her gentle hum, singing both
microscopically to my cells and spiritually
to my soul, emerging from my shell to
take my seat of connection with the
universe, my personal supernova
It’s so amazing to feel and control the
energies within and without, my heart,
pushing blood in rhythmic waves that
pulse through the body, feeding my ...
hemispherical commingling of thought
elevating awareness of the outside
energies ebb and flow, existing in
harmonic resonance with the earth
I hear her gentle hum, singing both
microscopically to my cells and spiritually
to my soul, emerging from my shell to
take my seat of connection with the
universe, my personal supernova
It’s so amazing to feel and control the
energies within and without, my heart,
pushing blood in rhythmic waves that
pulse through the body, feeding my ...
#astronomy
#meditation
#travel #universe
#travel #universe
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Jesse
Jesse Rose
Jesse Rose
Poem Published
15th Jul 2024 12:07pm
15th Jul 2024 12:07pm
Time Trucker
Time trucker,
flashing on by.
Galaxies inside him
Universe behind
Life lucker
Walking on his bones
Riding on a new born star
Who knows where he roams
Time trucker
Milky way does drip
Stars and constellations
on his fingertips
Life lucker,
He's aint no moonstrucker, he's a
Time trucker
flashing on by.
Galaxies inside him
Universe behind
Life lucker
Walking on his bones
Riding on a new born star
Who knows where he roams
Time trucker
Milky way does drip
Stars and constellations
on his fingertips
Life lucker,
He's aint no moonstrucker, he's a
Time trucker
#astronomy
#scifi
#travel #universe
#travel #universe
108 reads
2 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 10:41pm
9th Jul 2024 10:41pm
Letters from my Aunt #6
Sixteen years before I'm posted to Deutschland
another operator on a morse key,
transcribed a message with his guitar playing hands
and that was sent to Ike then, on to history...
Johnny Cash on Stalin's death set some folk free
and meant the simmering cold war stayed, just cold
and evesdropping became that key
but, I guess that story's been done, and told?
That was our dream to get the world spanned
by some huge news back in nineteen sixty-nine and we, ...
another operator on a morse key,
transcribed a message with his guitar playing hands
and that was sent to Ike then, on to history...
Johnny Cash on Stalin's death set some folk free
and meant the simmering cold war stayed, just cold
and evesdropping became that key
but, I guess that story's been done, and told?
That was our dream to get the world spanned
by some huge news back in nineteen sixty-nine and we, ...
#historical
#nonfiction
#travel #ShortStory
#travel #ShortStory
92 reads
2 Comments
AmyMMosier
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 5:57pm
9th Jul 2024 5:57pm
El Capitan - you are a joint
El Capitan - you are a joint
Within the Sierra Nevadas
Of punctuated granite -
A sentinel of the ages.
Sylvestris partition -
Beam of silver - or steel -
Are you a step to heaven
Or a capstone for hell?
Stern expression of peace -
Keeper of fortitude -
Of what would you speak?
Would I even understand you?
Within the Sierra Nevadas
Of punctuated granite -
A sentinel of the ages.
Sylvestris partition -
Beam of silver - or steel -
Are you a step to heaven
Or a capstone for hell?
Stern expression of peace -
Keeper of fortitude -
Of what would you speak?
Would I even understand you?
#travel
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Rew
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 3:42pm
9th Jul 2024 3:42pm
Letters from my Aunt #8
Back in nineteen hundred and sixty-nine
on the deep water jetty of al Muharaq,
three kliks from Manama on Bahrain isle,
a gray nuclear powered warship of the USA steamed back
from Vietnam where its huge shells attacked
positions of the commie Viet-Cong,
and me, a bit scared, in my telegraphists shack
hoped that those on R&R would soon be gone...
It was, briefly, a kinda anxious time
as I keyed in my reports in that little shack,
on the long finger of that jetty's quarter mile
back to land, then to Manama town down...
on the deep water jetty of al Muharaq,
three kliks from Manama on Bahrain isle,
a gray nuclear powered warship of the USA steamed back
from Vietnam where its huge shells attacked
positions of the commie Viet-Cong,
and me, a bit scared, in my telegraphists shack
hoped that those on R&R would soon be gone...
It was, briefly, a kinda anxious time
as I keyed in my reports in that little shack,
on the long finger of that jetty's quarter mile
back to land, then to Manama town down...
#historical
#nonfiction
#ShortStory #travel
#ShortStory #travel
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AmyMMosier
Poem Published
4th Jul 2024 1:18am
4th Jul 2024 1:18am
Great and Rugged Pyrenees
Great and Rugged Pyrenees
Whose solid presence demands
Notice of lush valleys
And Spanish oaks that dot the glens -
Prevailing winds churn in wrath -
I stop to breathe in them;
You cut the horizon in half
And grip my eye with icy hands.
Your cohort - a mix of clouds -
Can't forever hide your majesty.
Seville looks on from the south;
Andorra sings the victory.
Whose solid presence demands
Notice of lush valleys
And Spanish oaks that dot the glens -
Prevailing winds churn in wrath -
I stop to breathe in them;
You cut the horizon in half
And grip my eye with icy hands.
Your cohort - a mix of clouds -
Can't forever hide your majesty.
Seville looks on from the south;
Andorra sings the victory.
#travel
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1 Comment
AmyMMosier
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2024 2:11am
2nd Jul 2024 2:11am
The Sahara is another vast sea
The Sahara is another vast sea
Of zero-edge horizons
And remote hours of austerity
For "sailors" upon caravans
And the Sun beams mercilessly
And seems cruel to patrons
Until the Wind scoffs haggardly
And reshapes its art of dunes.
Of zero-edge horizons
And remote hours of austerity
For "sailors" upon caravans
And the Sun beams mercilessly
And seems cruel to patrons
Until the Wind scoffs haggardly
And reshapes its art of dunes.
#travel
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
27th Jun 2024 5:58pm
27th Jun 2024 5:58pm
Galloping In The Wind
Dance unto my heart with such sweet tender words
Take my mind, my body, covet the wandering spirit of my soul,
The galloping of your hooves in the distance of time I strongly prefer
Over the rainbow and through the woods, always heard
Soar my Chi higher than the calling of the Sunrise's tweeting birds
Entwined lovers as hearts float through Heaven’s pearly gates
Let thy will of us blend, ordained by destiny’s fate
No gravity of time ever eradicates the balance of love’s equate
Destiny of wicks, when, infused, the Moth...
Take my mind, my body, covet the wandering spirit of my soul,
The galloping of your hooves in the distance of time I strongly prefer
Over the rainbow and through the woods, always heard
Soar my Chi higher than the calling of the Sunrise's tweeting birds
Entwined lovers as hearts float through Heaven’s pearly gates
Let thy will of us blend, ordained by destiny’s fate
No gravity of time ever eradicates the balance of love’s equate
Destiny of wicks, when, infused, the Moth...
#horses
#ThrillSeeking
#travel
216 reads
5 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
25th Jun 2024 6:46pm
25th Jun 2024 6:46pm
For My Love Of Water
When I think of water and its many gifts of surprise
Such a marvelous given blessing in disguise
Spiritual showers from the majestic skies
Hydration to quench, it’s the bodies’ ultimate high
Liquid, steam, or gasses
A treasured commodity enjoyed by all masses
Pure in its element
Irrigation for field crop developments
When I think of water I think of unfiltered knowledge to gain
Umbrellas to combat, during life’s stinging rains
A thirst to know where my seeds were once sown
Crowns of glory...
Such a marvelous given blessing in disguise
Spiritual showers from the majestic skies
Hydration to quench, it’s the bodies’ ultimate high
Liquid, steam, or gasses
A treasured commodity enjoyed by all masses
Pure in its element
Irrigation for field crop developments
When I think of water I think of unfiltered knowledge to gain
Umbrellas to combat, during life’s stinging rains
A thirst to know where my seeds were once sown
Crowns of glory...
#moon
#sun
#travel
#water
#love
261 reads
4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2024 9:45pm
23rd Jun 2024 9:45pm
Sound Byte
Just a sound byte from Memphis, Tennessee. Home of Graceland
#horses
#ThrillSeeking
#travel
203 reads
willow_234
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2024 00:22am
23rd Jun 2024 00:22am
Caribbean Air
The air I breathe
You think it's free
A prison surrounded
By seas of Sweet Breeze
That can be Seen
Blowing Tru trees
Ah yes your at ease
Oh please
Open yuh eye's and see
The beautiful seas
Mas and parties
The beautiful women and sexy men
Are only clouds of our impending end
Every weekend we band together
As merry men, we party together
Till the sun comes up and
The bandits wait till the sun goes down
So what you feel is a vacation spot
To me is a very hot spot
So what you want me to lie
Or...
You think it's free
A prison surrounded
By seas of Sweet Breeze
That can be Seen
Blowing Tru trees
Ah yes your at ease
Oh please
Open yuh eye's and see
The beautiful seas
Mas and parties
The beautiful women and sexy men
Are only clouds of our impending end
Every weekend we band together
As merry men, we party together
Till the sun comes up and
The bandits wait till the sun goes down
So what you feel is a vacation spot
To me is a very hot spot
So what you want me to lie
Or...
#beach
#travel
80 reads
0 Comments
herry_the_poet
Poem Published
21st Jun 2024 10:58pm
21st Jun 2024 10:58pm
Rocking Chair
Waking up early this morning
Is it a quarter after two?
The diesel engine ran all night
and now I wake up to THIS view
I throw open my sleeper drapes
in a place I had to back in
It's in the middle of the night
I'd better go check my kingpin
With a flashlight and tire thumper
I check my pigtail connection
While most people are home in bed
I'll do a quick pre-trip inspection
We'll check out brake pads and leaf springs
and try the old Lincoln's head trick
Make sure the bumper sits level
and not above a large oil...
Is it a quarter after two?
The diesel engine ran all night
and now I wake up to THIS view
I throw open my sleeper drapes
in a place I had to back in
It's in the middle of the night
I'd better go check my kingpin
With a flashlight and tire thumper
I check my pigtail connection
While most people are home in bed
I'll do a quick pre-trip inspection
We'll check out brake pads and leaf springs
and try the old Lincoln's head trick
Make sure the bumper sits level
and not above a large oil...
#job
#travel
128 reads
5 Comments
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