Adventure Poems | Examples of Adventure Poetry

The conference  I had gone to a writer's conference The room was full of authors only interested in reading and pushing their book I had brought a book called Hunger, written by Knut Hamsun, the pages were loose and kept falling off, but there was a picture  of him a stern man-looking intellectual   The leader of the meeting, a man who was  proud he...

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Slowly walking the path of life, winging with challenge, joy, and strife. I came upon a butterfly, floating, flittering in the sky. So lightly gliding through the air, I came to a stop, just to stare. Created with such symmetry, designed to live a life so free. Like a butterfly’s flight in wind, harder at first than in the end. Life is seen by our...

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A film star It was not her creamy body that caught My attention, nothing unusual about it Curvaceous, yes but going soft, it was Here eyes, in a blink they were blue, green Or brown, depending on her mood that Changed faster than traffic lights on Sunset Boulevard Between laughter, pain and suspicion I could see her soul and wide-open eyes They...

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Keeping to the left or right side of the road, By most is done right, And seldom to chance left. Yet once on the footpath, We forget that which is right, Which leaves no room left, To cross to the left or right, Making room for those on the left, Which should be right, But is too often left....

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Come and walk with me on miracle mile It will enhance all your senses Bringing tingling sensations throughout your body Making your your soul feel so good The meaning of life will be understood As we walk All your worries will drift away Feeling beautiful warmth From the suns luminous rays It’s a journey to...

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Donning rubber gloves, the wife does washing of clothes and dishes... (plus cutlery, pots pans, et cetera) in the kitchenette sink. She started what would immediately become a first and last generation tradition (the spouse as washer woman and scullery maid) soon after we moved here eight years ago come July 1st, 2025. I trumpet her pioneer spirit to apply elbow grease (to tackle...

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Donning rubber gloves, the wife does washing of clothes and dishes... (plus cutlery, pots pans, et cetera) in the kitchenette sink. She started what would immediately become a first and last generation tradition (the spouse as washer woman and scullery maid) soon after we moved here eight years ago come July 1st, 2025. I trumpet her pioneer spirit to apply elbow grease (to tackle...

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Special Report Extra Extra Read all about it Here and now “LIGHTNING STRIKES JETLINER SULFERLY” The Jetliner was flying through a violent storm This is the norm at times The Jetliner originated from Los Angeles enroute to Chicago A fierce lightning bolt sheared through the side of the air craft The captain managed to maneuver the air craft However, there was some damage All the passengers...

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The forested , odorous moonlight is bedecked with an unparalleled dream. It shields the colored, mazy track from the fettered, chained grass. The gory river gleaming in the miscellaneous mirror. the glittering dreams sparkle like an oracular, ...

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They journeyed long the way to love not straight as science rule; To scale high peaks that merged into the wispy mountain dew; Over green hills, past forest trees, gale winds would shake and bend; Through scorching suns and driving rains to reach their journeys end. Unknown to him her witching had ensured against all failings; She breathed desire, stoked...

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The lair aglow with brightness now she saw the Dragon clear; Immense in form and stature with a grin from ear to ear; From nose to tail smooth skin of black his fiery eyes alert; He strutted, bristled with a force he knew he could exert. Along his back and legs were studs so diamond-like a-glistening; She saw his beauty...

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I rather prefer the scarce yet simple and faint whispers where the quiet reaches the quell as the still in the storm rises till the rains booned befall downward only to stain each of every argument born hearts there now bared complain not and would never quell this that nor Any nightingales sound nay Even wing I say Yet do tell Miss daylight to ponder her path...

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"As such he ambled through to here which I cannot undo; You are advised to still comply, ensure your line stays true" No, not his rotund form alone did shake her to the core; For that he could still move at all was not to be ignored; It was the odours he exuded, stale of several weeks; His shorts two...

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She lays the carpet on the floor as though a regal dress; Each loving stitch sewn by her hand displays no sign of stress; The time has come to greet her fate though not a hint of fret; She sits with folded legs her arms are laid across her chest; She waits that witching hour now to speak the...

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