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.
Late night subway ride
#lust
#travel
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Ocean Reef
Ocean Reef had mangroves
swampy low trees in the Florida Keys
Ocean Reef had horseflies the size of baby shoes
a lagoon with porpoises named Candy and Cesar
my friend David and I swam with
but then we had to get out
once a big blue bubble floated past me
Portuguese man o' war
Fortunate childhood
Fortunate near miss
Ocean Reef had golf carts
for navigating the sizeable property
kids could drive them
once they turned 12
I preferred to be a daydreamy passenger
Ocean Reef
had a landing strip
for...
swampy low trees in the Florida Keys
Ocean Reef had horseflies the size of baby shoes
a lagoon with porpoises named Candy and Cesar
my friend David and I swam with
but then we had to get out
once a big blue bubble floated past me
Portuguese man o' war
Fortunate childhood
Fortunate near miss
Ocean Reef had golf carts
for navigating the sizeable property
kids could drive them
once they turned 12
I preferred to be a daydreamy passenger
Ocean Reef
had a landing strip
for...
#beach
#childhood
#travel
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Fun at 30.000 feet
#sexy
#travel
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think I'll start tonight
I've been a good girl
playing angel all week long
patience wearing thin
intentions, whispered
drive you mad the whole damn flight
wait 'til we get home...
.
playing angel all week long
patience wearing thin
intentions, whispered
drive you mad the whole damn flight
wait 'til we get home...
.
#seductive
#senryu
#travel
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Captive heart
I just can’t do it today.
Reached into the vault
where poetry should be –
Nothing.
After six days of fitting
"nicely"
into this ultra-conservative
highly reserved
octogenarian-paced life
I’ve had to stay buried
so very deep
I am nearly
unreachable.
Tomorrow, we head home.
And then…
I shall unleash
all my unseemly emotions
move my body freely
with inappropriate exuberance
utter long strings of
filthy cuss words
and unearth the truth
of the poet ...
Reached into the vault
where poetry should be –
Nothing.
After six days of fitting
"nicely"
into this ultra-conservative
highly reserved
octogenarian-paced life
I’ve had to stay buried
so very deep
I am nearly
unreachable.
Tomorrow, we head home.
And then…
I shall unleash
all my unseemly emotions
move my body freely
with inappropriate exuberance
utter long strings of
filthy cuss words
and unearth the truth
of the poet ...
#family
#NaPoWriMo2024
#travel #WritersBlock
#travel #WritersBlock
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The Tale of Kareem al-Malak, Friend of Sinbad: Part Two
#sea
#mythology
#travel
#historical
#wisdom
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The Tale of Kareem al-Malak, Friend of Sinbad: Part One
#sea
#rebirth
#mythology
#travel
#historical
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Oxymoronic
One dark night on a bright, sunny day,
just before Christmas in the month of May,
I decided to plan a spontaneous trip
and crossed through the desert on a sailing ship.
As we sailed along, the waves grew small;
it seemed we had entered a peaceful squall.
The view from the ship was awfully good
but I didn't enjoy the inedible food.
Soon, I came to a rural city;
its many buildings were terribly pretty.
My ship was greeted by a very small crowd;
They waved politely as I stood tall and bowed.
Although I'd had so much serious...
just before Christmas in the month of May,
I decided to plan a spontaneous trip
and crossed through the desert on a sailing ship.
As we sailed along, the waves grew small;
it seemed we had entered a peaceful squall.
The view from the ship was awfully good
but I didn't enjoy the inedible food.
Soon, I came to a rural city;
its many buildings were terribly pretty.
My ship was greeted by a very small crowd;
They waved politely as I stood tall and bowed.
Although I'd had so much serious...
#travel
#surreal
#NaPoWriMo2024
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maybe travel
i cannot
tell you
how
many times
i want to
leave home,
travel,
decorate
passports,
suitcases,
customize
myself
with those
pictures,
feel those
foreign tongues
gesture at
my lack
of their
language,
i cannot
tell you
how
many times
i have
left home,
to return.
tell you
how
many times
i want to
leave home,
travel,
decorate
passports,
suitcases,
customize
myself
with those
pictures,
feel those
foreign tongues
gesture at
my lack
of their
language,
i cannot
tell you
how
many times
i have
left home,
to return.
#travel
#freedom
#passion
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Between Paradise
Ocean's rising spray
Yes, bliss, though my bones are stale
Sighs duets with swells
Thick air, saline lips
How can joy be forgotten
Tears misplaced to tongue
An oncoming shore
Gliding by islands, solemn
Ending the fortnight
Next two weeks anew
Capsize, please? Home is just home
And, alas, a jaunt
So, I hide the face of time
And pray the stars move slower
Yes, bliss, though my bones are stale
Sighs duets with swells
Thick air, saline lips
How can joy be forgotten
Tears misplaced to tongue
An oncoming shore
Gliding by islands, solemn
Ending the fortnight
Next two weeks anew
Capsize, please? Home is just home
And, alas, a jaunt
So, I hide the face of time
And pray the stars move slower
#sadness
#travel
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Lag-jet - NaPoWriMo 6
Jetlag
is a Hell of a thing.
It's
being hungover
on Steroids,
while your body
fights to find itself
and remember
Which Continent
it is currently on
and when Lunch
should be.
As your brain
checks in
and
checks out
Because Time has lost all meaning
and all reference
points
spin wildly out of whack,
made even worse
if it Feels
as though you left
Part of your soul behind
As parting is sweet sorrow,
doubly so for your luggage.
is a Hell of a thing.
It's
being hungover
on Steroids,
while your body
fights to find itself
and remember
Which Continent
it is currently on
and when Lunch
should be.
As your brain
checks in
and
checks out
Because Time has lost all meaning
and all reference
points
spin wildly out of whack,
made even worse
if it Feels
as though you left
Part of your soul behind
As parting is sweet sorrow,
doubly so for your luggage.
#travel
#NaPoWriMo2024
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To Travel - NaPoWriMo 4
If you ever get the chance,
Do travel
Far abroad
To where
your home mundanity
become exotic wonders,
And your unremarked accent
Evokes awed interest.
Go beyond the tourist traps
Of assigned photoshoots;
To where you can chat with locals
And a few fellow
bewildered foreigners,
To places where ordering lunch
is a linguistic trial,
And you smile sweetly
To remarks referencing
That popular global thing
from back home
that wasn’t really your cup of tea
though it did rake in the cash,
It...
Do travel
Far abroad
To where
your home mundanity
become exotic wonders,
And your unremarked accent
Evokes awed interest.
Go beyond the tourist traps
Of assigned photoshoots;
To where you can chat with locals
And a few fellow
bewildered foreigners,
To places where ordering lunch
is a linguistic trial,
And you smile sweetly
To remarks referencing
That popular global thing
from back home
that wasn’t really your cup of tea
though it did rake in the cash,
It...
#travel
#gratitude
#NaPoWriMo2024
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