Alliteration Journey Poems | Alliteration Poems About Journey

These Alliteration Journey poems are examples of Alliteration poems about Journey. These are the best examples of Alliteration Journey poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

If you don't find the poem you want here, try our incredible, super duper, all-knowing, advanced poem search engine.

Details | Alliteration | |

Pass the Light House

~ CALYPSO ~

Odyssey of the open ocean 
Eclipsing the performance of Heaven's delight 
A beautiful name whispered along the night 
Calypso enhanced with enchanted lullabies 
Sweet silver streams, dreamy epic diamond dreams
Serendipity falls in like mist, under the majestic marble moonlight
Calypso, you belong to--
--Sunsets of the secret sea. 
Mysterious-- many precious places to go, 
Calypso --free flowing, floating legend! 
Ride the beastliness breeze above the sea 
Whisper, Calypso come for me! 
Beautiful Comforting, Calypso Carry me! 

Reflections easily deliquesce into thin air
Sedating the open waters -Voyage- view 
Visionary Vessel above liquid level, 
as divine in spirits she sails. 
CA-LYP-SOO-- Nymph Nature Name 
Aquatic belief-----------------------
CALYPSO, the journey of all journey's 
For all eternity----------------------

:)

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

Details | Alliteration | |

ARCTURUS TREASURE

ARCTURUS TREASURE 

Just standing in the handle of the dipper.
Drinking stars from inside her silver slipper.
The cup is buoyed up in ancient liquid light.
And Ursula tags a string upon her kindly kite.

Arcturus has flung the dipper far and high.
It rides the flow and surfs the starry sky. 
The giant orange that spies the buxom bear. 
Our secrets safe and kept as treasure there. 

Upright to Milky Way it rips the canopy to scars.
And quickly moves against a slice of slippery stars.
Red glint that is polar to the stoic starry stream.
A visitor that flies within a deft diminutive dream.

Then in a blink or in a million years from now. 
The red rust will break from our starry burnished bough. 
A star no longer seen to ride a season by Ursula's urge.
Nor extend its dipper's handle in a splendid splurge. 

A giant red that wore the bootes of heardsman all it's life. 
And followed close to make the North Star a wondrous wife. 
No Icarus to fly and melt in drawing hot while narrowing near
It's but a dying star yet keeps melodic magic sung in echoes ear. 

by Edlynn Nau 

Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2015

Details | Alliteration | |

The Good Disappear

Somedays there are no

words to ward off grief

I really tried.Maybe

I got caught up maybe

I ignored the signs.

Sign's saying

"you needed a relief ".

Maybe I was reading your eyes

wrong- or maybe your

lips could not say the words...

Maybe your thoughts could

not form from the lack.

When all the good people 

disappear and are gone back.

First they come for your mind-

prepaid trip -one way-

no memories permitted.

The grid is weak-and about

to break,leaving on earth

all the wicked - with no ticket.

Like Cops in groups who beat,

kick and mame

the humane.

Sleep well without shame.

Maybe ole' negroes will be

moaning and singing  

PLANTATION SONGS again,

AS They wait for the

" good news"

to be texted to them

on their cell phones.

As we lose our homes.

And wear fake furs

to keep warm.

We duck pot holes;

Exciting the thieves;

Thieves lusting for my

coat and my boots

Elders facing the youth;

Youth who feel nothing, 

but hunger pangs

We were all good;

Us" truthful" The good

gotta go somewhere too.

SEEMS LIKE EARTH

Is no

LONGER OUR TURF

No-one told us  what

we were coming 

here to do.

nor WILL they tell us

when it is our time  to leave...

when were through

NO ! We will not know 

when we're leaving or how.

"WHAT IS THIS

WORLD COMING TO"...

GRAMMA USE TO SAY:

WHAT WOULD SHE SAY

NOW ?

IF SHE HAD TO STAY.

Like a thief and a robber in the night 

death will take the innocent;

and leave the wicked ones behind

The plan...take  all the money,

build more prisons.

Work them for free,then kill them.

not even the little PLEASURES

 left, like sex -food-n play.

"WHAT IS THIS

WORLD COMING TO"...

Gramma USE TO SAY.

WHAT WOULD SHE

SAY NOW IF SHE HAD TO STAY?

YOU SEE EARTHQUAKES-FRACKING-

NUCLEAR LEAKS cracking,

- GMO FOODS-

PRIVATIZED PRISONS-

WICKED TORTURE OF CITIZENS.

right here on GOD'S EARTH.

MONSANTO SUING

FARMERS OVER SEEDS-

NO LONGER ARE CONCERNED

WITH OUR NEEDS.

GMO FOODS- THE SELLING OF

OUR FRESH WATER TO CHINA-  

U.S.A OWES CHINA LOTS A MONEY-

DETROIT CLOSED DOWN-

KILLING BLACK CHILDREN  

SHOOTING THEM DOWN-

GETTING RID OF

the underprivileged.

Only the wicked

ones are left behind   

The good-They die 

young,or stay only TO

watchguard over their young. .

when sick we no longer have

Much desire to get well.

BECAUSE THESE WICKED

HEATHENS

Has made earth for us,

A LIVING HELL.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014

Details | Alliteration | |

My Love

My love I can not find you anywhere, 
I feel like I lost my soul somewhere, 
because you are my soulmate, 
and us being apart can not be fate. 

You did not leave because you wanted to, 
It just was just something you had to do. 

I was not right, All I wanted to do was fight, 
and knowing you was the love of my life, 
yet I would not make you my wife. 

I know that's what you really wanted 
and now I am feeling haunted, 
by the things I should have done, 
and you being the only one 
I ever loved and will love forever, if it was'nt for me we will still be together. 
 
But you are gone 
and I can not go on, 
so I must say good-bye, I'm leaving myself to die.

Copyright © stephanie hanvey | Year Posted 2013

Details | Alliteration | |

Real Talk

It’s not all what you think,
It’s a lot to sink in,
Gratitude doesn’t shrink,
Or tell where to begin,
Levitate and meditate,
Scripture captured; saved,
What some call love-is hate,
Imprinted, engraved,
As the heart speaks,
Meek but bold,
Some of me leaks,
For the views hold,
Lost treasure map,
Passion to care,
Body trap,
Real talk; dare,
Times on the clock,
Out of respect,
If you don’t walk-the-walk,
What’s to expect?
The movements left,
Right under me,
Stolen; theft,
Ridicules see,
Justice printed,
Judgmental flame,
Fundamentals hinted,
Inside ones name.

Copyright © Stacey Behal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Alliteration | |

Two Feet In

Clinching my fists together,
I realize an emotion is driven,
How to get through,
The pain that has been given,
The paths are bright,
Only seeing so far into each,
The rest is out of sight,
My choice on which will teach,
Teach me like a young child,
Growing into an adult,
My ways are mild,
The hand says stop; halt,
Is that where you want,
To direct the heart,
Deep thoughts haunt,
The streets start to part.
It’s a decision for now,
In the future we’ll see,
In with two feet; plow,
Plow the other lane-no longer to be.
I chose right,
Wrongs may come across,
Darkness comes every night,
But I stand up like a boss.
I’m the boss of my journey,
Which way to head next,
Points given; attorney,
With two feet I’ll use respects.

Choose which way will benefit-but always know there’s darkness in every path, so stand with TWO feet.

Copyright © Stacey Behal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Alliteration | |

Innerself

He swifts on by like a moon lighted night. 
He shines bright for a moment in time. 
His arm's always open with warmth. 
His smile always bigger then everyone elses. 
His heart of rage and fire. 
He swifts on by, he swifts on by. 
Who will know the true man within. 
The man thats full of sin. 
No one can, no one can, for we are all just man...

Copyright © stephanie hanvey | Year Posted 2013

Details | Alliteration | |

JOURNEY



Meek moments mime
Treasure true times


Charm cheeky cheer
Nice notions near


Play pitching prime
Claim cheery chimes


Live lovely laze
Dream dazzling daze


Speak soft sweet strains
Glimpse glorious gain


Browse brilliant books
Lift lively looks


Tell tensile tale
Seek simple sale


See senses speak
Pile pretty peaks


Sanguine stuff sums
Prize profound psalms




Leon Enriquez
25 November 2015
Singapore

Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2015

Details | Alliteration | |

Earth

When I was born,
From beyond the darkness of a thaught,
A small seed planted abruptly,
Granted the will to breathe
The will to leave behind the perceived,
Granted we are, the will to be free.
We chose a life here on Earth
A new birth...
New eyes, a new mind...
Feet to walk upon the ground.
From beyond the darkness
The will to exist ignited creation
And in one breath, one sound..
One profound movement..
We opened our eyes.
Where did we come from?
From beyond the darkness, who braught us here?
There is fear in our philosophies,
our science,
Our religion,
Many thruths told through tears
But simply, dear, out of magic...
We are here.
Earth, she breathes
And our breath she breaths,
Our seeds planted amongst the trees.
We know in our hearts,
The same beat,
The same sound that opened our eyes
Our connection to Earth is our energy
Alive, living now.
She is beyond our sphere,
Beyond the stars,
Beyond all the heavens universe can surmise.
What a wonder she is,
Creation creating itself..
How it cracks through spaces,
Vibrates through matter
Shattering the very matter it creates
And out of that chaos...
Comes our most precious gift..
The will to choose,
 to paint,
to create
A whole life awaits.
Through our heart's beat
Through our one united sound
Earth and us...
We are bound.
We move together
We move through each other
We move within the  essence of our mother.
She is the love that granted us will...
Do we will to grant her love.

Copyright © Dominique Baptie | Year Posted 2015

Details | Alliteration | |

There Is A Road

 ( fr. The tape Recordings  ·  An incantation )





                           There is a Road




"There is a road


There is a road


There is a road


There is a road ·



a road and I'd say if it were black, if it were mine,

and say if there were time ·




There is a road    Blue Sky!



a road in blue sky and once there was time,

time that had time enough to hide.


Time is time here in a road that is not,     not mine · 

In a tree, in one dead limb,

a dead tree ·

it's dead arm, and the great nest of a great bird ·    now gone, 

and the great gray pinnacle rising from it."


Copyright © Robert Warlov | Year Posted 2016

Details | Alliteration | |

The Last Journey

The wheels ran on the tracks of rail-
Through the window the air gushed as a strong gale-
Upon the two serpents rushed and dashed the mail-
Carrying many a reflection, which upon it hath set the sail.

Sometimes it went intrepid through mysterious tunnels,
Sometimes it thundererd over wide canals ,
Sometimes the journey resembled repose-
When it over the plains tip-toed.

Inside the mail beside an open door -
Sat a lass on the uncombed floor;
Dressed as she was most slovenly ,
Left was she in such a fate by all and sundry.

Suddenly a voice of her rang through the air,
Towards a person who was a tea vendor,
Give me some tea -she tried to speak aloud -
Offering a coin of twenty five paise again did she shout.

The venndor passrd unheared, 
His phony maners pricked my heart; 
She sat and seemed to muse - 
That she offered money and still was refused.

The motley of passengers,to help her--
All at heart were willing;
But it could be below thier dignity,
Of what were they fearing.

Then a person rose and like a foreman,
He did lend his helping hand;
Some read for her did he buy-
But when he want to her,to this nice guy,
And to this nasty world she haealready bade her last bye.

The mail seemed to run faster,
To carry the pure soul to her home's corner;
But, where will it find her destination?
When with her carrier only she had her home's relation.

Outside in the sea of darkness,many a dazzle blinked -
But for this poor lass the light of life forever did shrink,
Did this mean to a new light was she exposed?
And,did to hersoul the mysterious eternal dark disclose?


Copyright © Sonnet Mondal World Poet | Year Posted 2008

Details | Alliteration | |

its the journey that is important

who am I?
I just want to know who I am
what am I destined to do?

I  been through the worst
but I know I am  heading towards the best.
Trust me when I say so

Always know that I will never leave you.
And I will kiss your cheek and never miss your lips.
I am not perfect but I'm trying to reflect

Though this Life is like a wall so tall
i will climb so high,above the sky
fighting for you is one of the best fight I ever fought.

majestic lesson I was ever taught
I will never be late
When it comes to you I will never stop dreaming

To all those who hate and complicate
They always say that today will always dawn
But i will never drown

My name is Kholofelo Nomvela
im not after boys nor freaks
I'm chasing my dreams 

Copyright © Xihluke mlangeni | Year Posted 2015

Details | Alliteration | |

Soul Food

The taste of passion drips down a paintbrush,
Stroke after stroke with emotion in each drop.
A story told without words,
Is one to be ravished.
Can you feel it?
The change of heart within each pigment.
Fighting between love and hate,
Deciphering the symbols against a stigma.
Do not question creativity.
Question what makes you creative,
Then chase it.

Copyright © Evan Mattingly | Year Posted 2017

Details | Alliteration | |

She Goes Back

She Goes Back
By Lillian J. Jeffrey


Whispers flow like a river
she will be sold
sold or rented like a cash crop

Born on a Maryland plantation
her mother works the big house
Harriet runs barefoot in the woods
side by side her brothers, nursemaids 
her younger brother, childhood ends at five

She is rented, sleeps on a cold, cold floor 
shares food scraps with dogs 
wounds yarn slow they say 
checks muskrat traps in marshes 
barefoot in icy waters she looks 

Her lungs fill, fill with fluid, her body burns 
she is sent back coughing, coughing, holds on
fights off bronchitis and measles 
her mother helps nurse her back

Rented to take care of a baby, clean house 
the baby cries, she’s whipped, whipped, she runs
runs like the wind, tumbles into a pig pen 
pig fights for potato peels













Her stomach empty, rumbles, she 
returns to her mistress, the whippings set
her back on fire, she is sent back.

Rented, rented to load lumber
hears Nat Turner led a revolt 
losses fighting for freedom
rebellions spark hope in her heart
whispers spread she will be sold

Her master dies, the new master 
rents her to a local builder 
the builder permits her to rent herself 
she makes money, saves, saves, runs, runs
bends with the wind.

Empty of fear, full of dreams of freedom 
doors open, slips of paper lead her way 
through the Underground Railroad, 
a network of shifting safe houses

Her heart skips a beat,
beads of sweat roll, roll down her cheeks
she crosses, crosses the Mason-Dixon Line.

Free at last, lonely, life stands still
like a still life of shells and bones
she is cut off, she longs, longs for her family














The sounds of rattling chains, cracking whips,
echo in her ears, she hears her mother’s
cry, hears her mother's cry, she goes back, 
helps her family, friends escape, escape 
on foot, through cemeteries, swamps, 
around hills, she never losses a passenger.

A will as strong as a rock
a will to endure, persevere 
a will to help others
nineteen times she goes back 

Shoes worn, spirits strong
more than three hundred slaves escape 
Harriet Tubman is nicknamed “Moses” 
for her fearless bravery, 
thump, thump, thump
bounty hunters on her trail.




Copyright © Lillian White | Year Posted 2017