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.
Dopamine threshold
Dopamine threshold
There is some dopamine for you
Any time you ask a question
Mistress nature was in good mood this time
You ask about aliens
Here take the dopamine
You discover that pussy
Dopamine
A new city
Dopamine
Does the car has a stomach
Dopamine
Mistress nature
And her dopamine
And you become a fly by guy.
There is some dopamine for you
Any time you ask a question
Mistress nature was in good mood this time
You ask about aliens
Here take the dopamine
You discover that pussy
Dopamine
A new city
Dopamine
Does the car has a stomach
Dopamine
Mistress nature
And her dopamine
And you become a fly by guy.
#travel
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Boundless Horizons
We leapt from the heavens, hand in hand,
Plunging through clouds to kiss the land.
The wind screamed loud, but we heard only laughter,
Two souls entwined, chasing ever after.
A river beckoned, its wild heart untamed,
Through rapids and ripples, our courage reclaimed.
In a two-seater canoe, we danced on its waves,
Adventurers bold, no need to be saved.
The sea called next, with its predator's grin,
Among shark-filled waters, our love pulled us in.
We marveled at creatures, vibrant and free,
A symphony of life beneath...
Plunging through clouds to kiss the land.
The wind screamed loud, but we heard only laughter,
Two souls entwined, chasing ever after.
A river beckoned, its wild heart untamed,
Through rapids and ripples, our courage reclaimed.
In a two-seater canoe, we danced on its waves,
Adventurers bold, no need to be saved.
The sea called next, with its predator's grin,
Among shark-filled waters, our love pulled us in.
We marveled at creatures, vibrant and free,
A symphony of life beneath...
#love
#passion
#travel
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One Afternoon in Key West
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#erotic
#dreams
#travel
291 reads
2 Comments
Pirate Religion
Captain Halliday strode across the chamber to where his dogsbody, Perkins, was crouched over a desk with an eyeglass screwed in and his raggedy tonsure framing a bent head so that he looked like a miserly London clerk. ‘Well, what do we have thus far?’ said Halliday. Perkins read him the letter. It detailed the journey at that point in time, how well the Captain thought that the leaving ceremonies had gone (not well; he was a man of intense and stringent habits, almost religiously ascetic, and disliked any bent towards emotion, scolding the cabin boys for their womanly tears and trepidations)...
#historical
#horror
#sea #travel
#sea #travel
171 reads
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Late night subway ride
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#lust
#travel
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The Evening Rush
the scent of evening
an autumn chill
commuters hurry home in crowded train carriages
some sitting and reading
others standing
the sun has set
the sky ebony with a hint of silver
night
the train speeds on
along track
an autumn chill
commuters hurry home in crowded train carriages
some sitting and reading
others standing
the sun has set
the sky ebony with a hint of silver
night
the train speeds on
along track
#city
#travel
#boredom
470 reads
14 Comments
I'm a loner Dottie...a runnin' rebel
This weekend
I drove
the "loneliest road in America"
by myself.
There were more people there than I expected.
I drove
the "loneliest road in America"
by myself.
There were more people there than I expected.
#SelfDiscovery
#travel
144 reads
4 Comments
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
133 reads
2 Comments
This Is Before Mom And Dad Caught Her
At first, Jessica thought she
could get away with wearing a
micro bikini to Rome.
could get away with wearing a
micro bikini to Rome.
#summer
#fiction
#travel
#sensual
#daughter
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