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.
Josiah
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 00:04am
7th Apr 2024 00:04am
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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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
6th Apr 2024 7:33pm
6th Apr 2024 7:33pm
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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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
4th Apr 2024 4:36pm
4th Apr 2024 4:36pm
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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Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 5:25pm
2nd Apr 2024 5:25pm
Sea Breeze Cafe
In a tourist town, at the sea breeze cafe, I popped in for a bacon bap and a nice hot latte.
A short dumpy gremlin, whose name was Jolene, was being rude to the customers, tho she was quite pretty.
But only on the face, her greasy hair was tied back in a bun, I'm sure she just like being a b*tch and did it all for fun.
She should work at Karen's cafe, then she would be good at her job, instead of flobbing into people's cups of tea and acting like a yob.
With a screw face on and her arms folded up, she chucked the menu to the customers...
A short dumpy gremlin, whose name was Jolene, was being rude to the customers, tho she was quite pretty.
But only on the face, her greasy hair was tied back in a bun, I'm sure she just like being a b*tch and did it all for fun.
She should work at Karen's cafe, then she would be good at her job, instead of flobbing into people's cups of tea and acting like a yob.
With a screw face on and her arms folded up, she chucked the menu to the customers...
#birds
#beach
#holiday
#food
#travel
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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 3:26pm
2nd Apr 2024 3:26pm
Butterfly Wings - NaPoWriMo 2
There is something to be said
for travelling solitary,
and how fate
seems to throw situations my way,
such as potentially
helping two cute girls by taking photos.
But alas,
All to often
I am a coward.
So I have to Watch myself
and grasp opportunities
as they happen
Rather than retrace my steps
in vain hope of events repeating.
Yet,
I am sure
That the few chances taken
such as relinquishing my seat,
Do Wonders for my Karma
and help
my fate flow harmoniously.
Because...
for travelling solitary,
and how fate
seems to throw situations my way,
such as potentially
helping two cute girls by taking photos.
But alas,
All to often
I am a coward.
So I have to Watch myself
and grasp opportunities
as they happen
Rather than retrace my steps
in vain hope of events repeating.
Yet,
I am sure
That the few chances taken
such as relinquishing my seat,
Do Wonders for my Karma
and help
my fate flow harmoniously.
Because...
#fate
#travel
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Dre_k47
AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2024 9:06pm
23rd Mar 2024 9:06pm
Dane's Journey Through the Unknown
Dane's journey began in the darkness,
Lost in the shadows, a place without light,
Uncertainty held him in its tight grasp,
As he searched for an escape from the night.
But then his fingers found a glimmer,
A door that offered a flicker of hope,
And with determination, he followed,
Towards a distant radiance, he'd cope.
In this unfamiliar edifice,
A lighthouse stood with grace,
Guiding ships across the ocean,
A beacon in this desolate space.
The rhythm of the sea filled his senses,
But humanity was nowhere to be...
Lost in the shadows, a place without light,
Uncertainty held him in its tight grasp,
As he searched for an escape from the night.
But then his fingers found a glimmer,
A door that offered a flicker of hope,
And with determination, he followed,
Towards a distant radiance, he'd cope.
In this unfamiliar edifice,
A lighthouse stood with grace,
Guiding ships across the ocean,
A beacon in this desolate space.
The rhythm of the sea filled his senses,
But humanity was nowhere to be...
#dreams
#travel
#determination
83 reads
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
15th Mar 2024 9:51am
15th Mar 2024 9:51am
Forests of Twilight
In blackened dreams
a mist descends from the hills
Unsuspecting
Only the dust moves,
like a funeral veil of melancholy
Sorrow
The traveler of unknown plains
through darkness & light
Confused
Flowers of desirable bloom
Lethal in touch and smell
Death
a mist descends from the hills
Unsuspecting
Only the dust moves,
like a funeral veil of melancholy
Sorrow
The traveler of unknown plains
through darkness & light
Confused
Flowers of desirable bloom
Lethal in touch and smell
Death
#sadness
#dark
#nature
#fate
#travel
177 reads
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
13th Mar 2024 11:07pm
13th Mar 2024 11:07pm
the game
let’s take the next train that pulls
in at paddington, and disembark at
the fifth station it stops at, and
do the same there, and at the next stop and the next, and see where we eventually end up, I don’t care ..
in at paddington, and disembark at
the fifth station it stops at, and
do the same there, and at the next stop and the next, and see where we eventually end up, I don’t care ..
#travel
84 reads
4 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
9th Mar 2024 8:18pm
9th Mar 2024 8:18pm
around and around
around
and around
this world
she goes,
clear
locations
outside
her windows,
a simple
promise
she makes
to herself,
she holds
them close
in
her hands,
blessed by
the truth,
and
the chance
to share
her talent,
herself.
and around
this world
she goes,
clear
locations
outside
her windows,
a simple
promise
she makes
to herself,
she holds
them close
in
her hands,
blessed by
the truth,
and
the chance
to share
her talent,
herself.
#identity
#travel
#freedom
#art
#culture
122 reads
6 Comments
asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
8th Mar 2024 10:59am
8th Mar 2024 10:59am
t(raveling)
Feeling: a participatory venture
I grace my presence with absence
Why don't you stop and wink
At the idea of curtailing your
Paid lessons
First impressions
Are so unimportant
There's no such thing as a free lunch
Only 30 minutes
To say goodbye
I grace my presence with absence
Why don't you stop and wink
At the idea of curtailing your
Paid lessons
First impressions
Are so unimportant
There's no such thing as a free lunch
Only 30 minutes
To say goodbye
#travel
117 reads
5 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
6th Mar 2024 11:00pm
6th Mar 2024 11:00pm
the pleasant land
The people refused to enter The Pleasant Land, for they wouldn’t
believe His promise to care for them.”― Psalm 106:24 NLT
the silent night sings strange songs,
whose tonics bring no healing to my soul;
for melodies my heart longs,
to classify the pieces of my whole
into their sovereign places.
discordant chords rage bitter
upon the palate of my reverie,
no resolutions fitter
for tears that rivulet my eyes. i see
life's unrepentant faces
that, like the sun, delude me,
though on the edge of...
believe His promise to care for them.”― Psalm 106:24 NLT
the silent night sings strange songs,
whose tonics bring no healing to my soul;
for melodies my heart longs,
to classify the pieces of my whole
into their sovereign places.
discordant chords rage bitter
upon the palate of my reverie,
no resolutions fitter
for tears that rivulet my eyes. i see
life's unrepentant faces
that, like the sun, delude me,
though on the edge of...
#utopia
#mountains
#music
#lyrics
#travel
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Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
6th Mar 2024 8:22am
6th Mar 2024 8:22am
StevO Tha Seagull III
It was a beautiful morning, in the seaside town of Tenby.
All the holiday makers were in their best summer garms, lookin' trendy.
StevO The Seagull was gliding around over the town, listening to drill music in his headphones, baring a frown!
Sunglasses on his boatrace, that were balancing on his beak, when he decided to glide down for a better look on the street.
He saw a bald slaphead, with an angry red face, and decided to take a crap, on his head in the place.
The man had a fit Mrs, that couldn't help but laugh, and the man yanked her by...
All the holiday makers were in their best summer garms, lookin' trendy.
StevO The Seagull was gliding around over the town, listening to drill music in his headphones, baring a frown!
Sunglasses on his boatrace, that were balancing on his beak, when he decided to glide down for a better look on the street.
He saw a bald slaphead, with an angry red face, and decided to take a crap, on his head in the place.
The man had a fit Mrs, that couldn't help but laugh, and the man yanked her by...
#birds
#beach
#holiday #travel
#holiday #travel
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