Travel Poems | Examples of Travel Poetry

Throughout the years, at different destinations even through four seasons and twelve months the trains come daily, arriving at the stations people board during work days and holidays some have a journey for hours on end the minutes pass, as pairs have conversations seconds tick by on folk's watches....

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After I woke up and went out to our little balcony to write… a ladybug landed on my computer and decided there to stay As she traversed the perimeter of my computer… I knew it was going to be great day We took the tube to Buckingham Palace…where more history was unlocked. We strode the rooms and hallways where kings...

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The real purpose of the visa tourism Is the humiliation of the guests Its “us and them” post tribal atavism The applicants are treated like suspects The so called survey list interrogates Some questions that can't be rationalized To play a reason to pass through the border gates Despite prejudice that you are crimnalized The papers you submit might...

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such longing in a long sad, drawn-out train whistle do metal objects have feelings? this sound makes the idea plausible...

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I've been to a few strange places in my day some hotter than the hottest spot on the sun some colder than the coldest crater on the moon and all the while I was looking for someone looking here looking there I was searching everywhere now I found you you are the one my searching days are done for my heart...

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Every day we’re making memories…we’re out in the world having fun… and every day, if I am lucky, I write a few lines about one… But with our suitcases and passports packed…and armed with Google translator For the next 10 days we’ll be making so many memories… I’ll have to write abut them later. We are celebrating Ava’s graduation Making memories...

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a bobble hat fellow rumbles along sharp turns behind me - hello - but reaches up to the wall grabs an apple 80 percent intact and hobbles away again a few seconds later he's back again turns behind me, bends low and picks up the soggy, abandoned box of donuts two inside remaining successful mission he wobbles away...

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train whistle, a seldom heard sound, long and low this morning I wonder if this train is transporting people or cattle or people treated like cattle or cattle dressed like people...

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There was an old man from Fargo, With a wife whose name was Margo. They were quite the pair Neither had much hair They traveled the world with no cargo! ...

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sky noises alert me to people way up ten thousand feet, whom I doubt can see my pup I sit in my forest, writing this little poem most grateful to God that I have a nice home. Do my dogs realize that people just flew by? Neither of them cares to look up into the sky. Same kind of noise but...

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Greece's sun is warmer than other suns her floral and fauna are prettier she is the place where dreams come true every doorway hides a story of love it is the place where people go to be whole...

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Upon the waves where the wild winds sing, A tale unfolds of a vessel and its wing; Through the tide, it dances, graceful and free, Harnessing the ocean's heart, a sight to see. With cargo holds filled, treasures abound, From the Pacfic to the Atlantic, dreams resound. A bill...

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When you're in a rush almost every light is red Part of the problem is not wanting to get out of bed Fooling around and doing everything at last minute Rush hour isn't rushing when your out there in it Some things feels as if it requires too much time Stopping on a dime isn't happening at stop signs The normal...

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The Skye Boat Song from Starz series, "Outlander", a book series written by,: Diana Gabalden Find me a lad that will give me his hand protect me with body and soul Blood of my blood, bone of my bone He vows in the Gailic of old Here is my heart, here is my hand, Here is my...

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As I stand on the rocky shore of the bay I look over to the distant bank Not to look back in want But to look back in remembrance Of what I had left behind To remind myself of how far God has brought me. I turn to look toward the future With great expectations I move with new hope and...

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