Poems About Travel by Top Critiquers
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Poems about travel by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
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
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An encounter with The White rabbit, Trindada series part three
She is not a stranger.. Weather one is ready or not for her to appear. Where ever we go we seem to run into her. She slowly begets a functional meaning like the famous white rabbit in the story of Alice in wonderland. This still being one of my all time favorite classical stories. She shows us ways.
Originally from Scotland speaking with her distinct rolling r. When she speaks of the moon she says muin which as far as I know is part of the Celtic ogham Once I looked it up and found out it means prophecy, to advise or teach. These things surely she offers gently flowing as...
Originally from Scotland speaking with her distinct rolling r. When she speaks of the moon she says muin which as far as I know is part of the Celtic ogham Once I looked it up and found out it means prophecy, to advise or teach. These things surely she offers gently flowing as...
#travel
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Sunday Morning south of Sydney
Travellers often say that visiting such and such a place was 'life changing'.
From my observations nothing much has changed in them, post travel.
They talk the same,walk the same and definitely think the same.
Can a woman hater change by visiting Notre Dame?
Does a bigot change from standing beneath Mount Fuji?
I've met some who have seen the slums of Delhi or the Concentration Camps of Poland.
They still walk past the street beggars and still lump people into groups they can despise.
An experience of any sort changes life but to change...
From my observations nothing much has changed in them, post travel.
They talk the same,walk the same and definitely think the same.
Can a woman hater change by visiting Notre Dame?
Does a bigot change from standing beneath Mount Fuji?
I've met some who have seen the slums of Delhi or the Concentration Camps of Poland.
They still walk past the street beggars and still lump people into groups they can despise.
An experience of any sort changes life but to change...
#travel
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NUDIST RESORT AD JINGLE
Our nudist beach
is out of reach
of prying eyes,
so, gals and guys,...
Come take a break,
air bits that shake
out in the sun,
no cossies on.
Here you can strip
to take a dip.
in the cool sea
naturally.
Or just sunbathe
away from wave
for those who plan
all-over tan!
is out of reach
of prying eyes,
so, gals and guys,...
Come take a break,
air bits that shake
out in the sun,
no cossies on.
Here you can strip
to take a dip.
in the cool sea
naturally.
Or just sunbathe
away from wave
for those who plan
all-over tan!
#beach
#holiday
#rhyming #travel
#rhyming #travel
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Poor, Poor, MAGA...
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#cars
#travel
#freedom
#responsibility
#ThrillSeeking
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‘ESSE’ ~The Hinges Has to Cling On Tight... For The Flung Wide-Open Doors Of Freedom: On Essential Existentialism
Esse" ~(Translated Version- 239 word count)
I looked at that face, dumbfounded. The lights of métro stations flew by; I didn’t notice them. What can be done, if our sight lacks absolute power to devour objects ecstatically, in an instant, leaving nothing more than the void of an ideal form, a sign like a hieroglyph simplified from the drawing of an animal or bird? A slightly snub nose, a high brow with sleekly brushed-back hair, the line of the chin – but why isn’t the power of sight absolute? – and in a whiteness tinged with pink two sculpted holes, containing a dark,...
I looked at that face, dumbfounded. The lights of métro stations flew by; I didn’t notice them. What can be done, if our sight lacks absolute power to devour objects ecstatically, in an instant, leaving nothing more than the void of an ideal form, a sign like a hieroglyph simplified from the drawing of an animal or bird? A slightly snub nose, a high brow with sleekly brushed-back hair, the line of the chin – but why isn’t the power of sight absolute? – and in a whiteness tinged with pink two sculpted holes, containing a dark,...
#love
#fate
#PowerOfWords
#travel
#magic
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Suitcase
I'll go anywhere with you
Pack fast
Everything black or grey
You need more time
I'm already in the car
Pack fast
Everything black or grey
You need more time
I'm already in the car
#travel
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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
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Abroad
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#dirty
#erotic
#funny #travel
#funny #travel
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Wanderlust
Wanderlust
#dreams
#holiday
#travel
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10 Comments
Past and Present Things
There are degrees you don't know
Like a whisper as yet unheard
A distant shimmering glow
Though the way is yet unlearned
***
I'm the son of a follower of the god of war
A prodIgal son
Descended of wayfaring souls
A strange pooling of names vaguely stirs
Corsham and Dauntsey in Wiltshire
Lane in Cornwall, and Berkshire
Gloucester in Gloucestershire
And somehow Haworth in West Yorkshire
All distilling down to those last fateful steps in...
Like a whisper as yet unheard
A distant shimmering glow
Though the way is yet unlearned
***
I'm the son of a follower of the god of war
A prodIgal son
Descended of wayfaring souls
A strange pooling of names vaguely stirs
Corsham and Dauntsey in Wiltshire
Lane in Cornwall, and Berkshire
Gloucester in Gloucestershire
And somehow Haworth in West Yorkshire
All distilling down to those last fateful steps in...
#love
#family
#travel
#SelfReflection
#tradition
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12 Comments
Take a ride with me
I want you to play a game with me.
Look at the dots on the wall here.
They tell me where we will go next.
Random journeys into the unknown.
And at night we are only shadows.
Simply moving from place to place.
Through this underground network.
A strange world woven in the city.
With points of metro schemes.
Look at the dots on the wall here.
They tell me where we will go next.
Random journeys into the unknown.
And at night we are only shadows.
Simply moving from place to place.
Through this underground network.
A strange world woven in the city.
With points of metro schemes.
#teens
#city
#travel
#risk
#ThrillSeeking
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DU Poetry : Poems About Travel by Top Critiquers