Adventuring Poems | Examples

Seasonal Transition

Quiet, restful Summer took us venturing
the season that matured from early Spring.
But now it's facing change, adventuring
to the stage that bends to Autumn's call.

Blissfully canceling direction, enters Fall
to soon create new glories all its own,
as Summer's pastel colors overhaul
to golden, burnished hues new days will bring.

Air becoming cooler, daylight even fades
as the sun sets earlier each day.
Landscapes turn to ash till each pervades
bright Autumn leaves that fall from every tree.

Left meandering near open places, quilts
of colored leaves grace the withered lawns;
while naked tree trunks stand like waiting stilts-
to sleep in Winter and awake next Spring.

Yellowstone’s Spring

bison-decisive way
to kill
mosquitoes
§
fire up
those patties
§
not
before eating
the reborn
fish feast
of
Yellowstones’s Spring
§
believing
naturally that
bison’s
dung-scent
discourages
the buzz
§
curbs
madness of
interloper’s
adventuring
§
withstanding
the stench
not
wasted

All Over Again

We can do almost anything 
take a nap or go adventuring; 

I get lost in how you make me feel
still I wonder is this connection real?

You set off such carnal energy 
while keeping your thoughts from me;

So much love in a single glance, 
or is it merely coincidence?

Catchy refrain oh the things you say; 
then other times you just walk away;

Fighting then I sit and count to ten, 
I’m In love with us all over again.

Visions of Childhood

i can’t complete a scene
no voices heard
in early years
i’d not retain
i’m all alone
i see it all -
school tables
the painting easel
the cardboard bricks
graham crackers and milk

i’d bounce along a truck tire -
sandbox of neighbor
  ate cream cheese
& jelly sandwiches
on the braided rug
their mother crafted
but don’t recall
our conversation

life was quiet
i took it in
the subtle moods
  and the trees
    were always my friends
the breeze before the storm
the excitement as they whipped
and roared -
i retain this

the forest of my mind
tethered to sweet honesty
and honeysuckle scents
to loneliness
and friends

later I’d own a record player
go ‘round and ‘round with puppy love
and shake your booty
hang out with girlfriends 
talking of spooky things and boys

i’d pack my bag
fly south in the Winter
take hold
of my seabag
go adventuring
searching for words

8/3/2022

Reflecting On the Young

When the sun comes out on a cloudy day
Neighborhood children come out to play,
My spirits are lifted, and gloom goes away

Because I am old, I appreciate the young
They bring back memories, songs I sung
Times adventuring, flings that were flung.

Carefree and happy, I watch them grow
Running everywhere with no place to go
Makes me want to go back….….although.

Starting Tomorrow

Looking up, as the sun was beaming above.
My eyes did water for I felt in my heart, love.
Could this be the path that we will take one day?
As the clouds looked beautiful as they spread in a way.

For I felt complete to even think this could be a path  I may take.
For when I leave this world and a transition I make.
Could this be what they called heaven, could this be the way?
For it was magical and maybe I will find out one day.

For now, I will rest and see what life will bring.
From my morning coffee and listening to the bird's sing.
I will enjoy time with my family and my friends.
Dancing and learning new twists and bends.

Most of all I will make memories and enjoy life at its best.
I know I will be busy so I won't forget to rest.
Yet to think of beauty on earth is what we make of it.
Starting tomorrow, creating and adventuring will be the perfect fit.

Those Majestic Hills

My heart lies amongst those majestic hills
Where the sun stretches to warm the holler
When spring comes, sending down rippling rills
My heart lies amongst those majestic hills.
Life’s plain, there are not many fads and frills
Beauty in natural adventuring making thrills
The reds and yellows of autumn, the “color,”
My heart lies amongst those majestic hills
Where the sun stretches to warm the holler.

Life’s plain, there are not many fads and frills
Beauty in natural adventuring making thrills
My heart lies amongst those majestic hills
Where the sun stretches to warm the holler
The red and yellows of autumn, the “color,”
But some folks only see poverty’s squalor.

Written January 27, 2022
[This is a trionet, a poetry form I invented,
adding a second stanza to the triolet and
producing a fourteen-line rhyming sonnet]

Vision of a Space Explorer

I pressed my face against the thick pane of glass
And stared out into the black of nearest space
Where my planet-home Earth hung suspended 
Like a special well-worn ornament on a spruce tree
Decorated with multi-colored bulbs and angel hair
Earth swirling inside webs of gray cloud shrouding
So peacefully, it appeared, she drifted silent there
While I saw visions of peoples struggling to be free
Knowing on us so much of their future depended
Adventuring to the unknown, and finding a place
Where Earth’s inhabitants might egress en masse.

written October 23, 2021
[using a reverse rhyme I often
employ in more recent poems]

Like Bilbo

I would like to live in a house in the The Shire;
sit upon the stoop, smoke a pipe, blow fancy rings
          into the air.

I would like to go adventuring; slay the dragon,
retrieve it's hoard of gold, become a legend.

I would like to live to one hundred and eleven,
celebrate, then disappear.


Inspired by the adventures of Bilbo Baggins the Hobbit in JRR Tolkien's "The Fellowship of the Ring".

Future Smartphone Technology

INVENTIONS 
ARE THE MATERIALIZATION
OF THE IMAGINATION.

IMAGINE...
IF YOU WILL...
A SMARTPHONE
THE SIZE 
OF A GRAIN OF RICE.
IMPLANTED 
IN YOUR HEAD.

WITH ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE 
AND CONNECTIONS 
TO SUPER COMPUTER 
SATELLITES 
ORBITING THE EARTH.
ANSWERING QUESTIONS 
FASTER 
THAN THE SPEED OF LIGHT.

GRAPHENE LENSES 
COVERING YOUR EYEBALLS 
PROJECTING IMAGES 
FOR VISUAL ASSISTANCE 
AND FOR THE VISUALLY IMPAIRED.

IMAGINE FREQUENCIES 
REVERBERATING 
BACK AND FORTH 
BETWEEN YOU 
AND THE UNIVERSE.
CREATING VISUALS 
OF GALAXIES
2.5 MILLION 
LIGHT YEARS REMOVED.

IMAGINE...
TRAVELING 
TO THE EDGE OF QUASARS. 
ADVENTURING 
INTO AND THROUGH 
BLACK AND WHITE HOLES 
WITH OUT FEAR. 

EXPLORE DARK MATTER.
EXPERIENCE 
THE FRAGRANCE AND TASTE 
OF COSMIC DUST.

COMMUNICATE 
WITH A DEGENERATE DWARF.
VISIT AND MINGLE
WITH A BROWN DWARF.
UNDERSTAND
HOW AND WHY 
THEY ARE CONSIDERED
THE UNDERACHIEVERS 
OF THE UNIVERSE.

FEEL THE ENERGY OF
THE UNIVERSE.
EXPLORE THE THEORY
OF MAGNETIC STRUCTURE
OF MATTER.
COMPREHEND AND UNDERSTAND
THE HELICAL SOLAR SYSTEM.
COMPLEMENTS OF YOUR
FUTURE SMARTPHONE.


Michael E. Harris
08162021

First Space Flight Ever

The distant rumbling din at readied aircraft,
Signaled impending flight in space, anticipating
Adventures never experienced by humans
News media reservedly calling them daft.
Speeding skyward they eventually entered space
And circled against the earth’s restricting high
Repeating their tasks, their circling game,
They returned, landed at the planet’s face.
Respectful applause the adventuring “nauts”
Shyly received, (they surely earned it much)
Trips never dreamed feasible as such,
Special rewards received were many lauds 
Their place in the prestige-heavy almanac,
Brave men saying they will always fly back. 


A lipogram (the letter “o” carefully omitted)
written on May 31, 2021
for “Lipogram” poetry contest
sponsored by Emile Pinet

Star-Gazing

It is neat to gaze upon a star;
light shows the way -- God's route.
Adventuring near, adventuring far
affirming persons who doubt.

Light shows the way -- God's route.
My story is that light can infuse each rift
affirming persons who doubt,
forgetting malice which love will lift.

My story is that light can infuse each rift
forgiving faults with peace and joy
forgetting malice which love will lift.
Givers are more blessed than getters, Ahoy!

Forgiving faults with peace and joy
adventuring near, adventuring far.
Givers are more blessed than getters, Ahoy!
It is neat to gaze upon a star.




January 12, 2020, revised Jan. 30, 2020
 
Major edits  since the contest was judged.
Always striving to improve.

Romanticism Romance - a Didactic Cinquain

Romanticism Romance - A Didactic Cinquain

Romance
Sentimental, torrid
Adventuring, dredging, wooing
Ever so medieval
Romanticism





12/14/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
written in poetry form Didactic Cinquain

Its Not Just a Pen

A pen is more than just a pen;
more than just a recording device.
When I pick up a pen 
I take a journey
to another realm
and to many realms,
I’ve been.

I have many pens,
I collect them;
pens for writing
pens for drawing
pens for hole punching
and pens for adventuring.

Today, I am penning poetry;
tomorrow I will give
personality to my eggs
with a felt-tip pen
that I use for sketching.

Whenever I pick up a pen
I wield a magical wand;
I can conjure dragons
or chimera and 
about them,
write a poem or song.

I can wield a magic sword
to slay the creatures
that I create;
such as monsters,
trolls or wyverns
and I succeed
every time.

I can create words and art
to make you sad or glad;
to make you smile or laugh
 ‘tho you find that 
you’ve been had!
My cat loves pens too,
it’s why mine may disappear
and not be seen for months on end
if my cat, they’re near.

So, you see a pen’s not
just a pen; it’s a part of me.
I’d hate to be without one;
I probably couldn’t think!

Searching For the Smuggler's Cave

The cheap thrill
tobogganing down the slope
of the Aberfeldie Park hill
on a piece of cardboard
then adventuring to the smuggler's cave
near the Maribyrnong River
searching for buried treasure.

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