Best Explore Poems
In thickened woodlands there are hidden falls
noticed by few and you stop - nature calls,
you gaze rapt in wonder as waters flow
into the depths of caves no creatures go.
If you have wings, fly swift with the current
feel exhilaration with the torrent
but reaching the bottom of this chasm
you know this journey is no phantasm.
From on top, their depths seem like an abyss
but the mighty falls turn streams bathed in bliss
swirling lazily through thick banks of moss
where waters run deep in rivers to cross.
A final grand drama Nature now plays
rivers curtsy to the seas so we praise.
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For Shells Would Explore
For shells on beach, we would explore,
And when we did was more and more;
To sand stick;
Would pick;
Had found close by or on distant shore.
Jim Horn
Cages were not built for trying to hold onto a love you fear to lose
No matter how pretty they maybe covered gold and decorated leaves
Shining bright in filigree from within
Nobody wants to be locked up in a cage
So set them free and watch them fly again
And you will marvel at their beauty and their grace
And wherever they go and whatever they do
They'll come back to you
Because you allowed them to be free
Set aside your own insecurities
You let them explore everything that's out there
Let them open new doors they've never been through before
And if you told them they are are wanted and always welcomed
Right back here at home
They will always return
Because you gave them what you yearned
Their freedom from the cage.
What unforeseen force determines our course
On journeys throughout our days?
What drives the notions to cross deep oceans
That for some, become early graves?
What causes our dreams that move us it seems
To continually seek higher ground?
To discover new worlds in deep space that swirls
Like windmills ‘round and ‘round?
What made DaVinci a Renaissance Man
And Shakespeare a writer extolled?
How did Einstein think out there on the brink
Relative to light, young or old?
What ran through the veins of Mahatma Gandhi
Or Martin Luther King?
And what magic arose when Beethoven composed
Or Sinatra learned how to sing?
I duly confess, I’ve detoured no less
Than countless times through the years;
But like an arrow flying I keep on trying
To hit bulls eye, nice and clear.
Though Robert Frost I’ll never be
Ansel Adams or Henry Ford;
Still I keep striving like each of them
For something deeper inside to explore.
Trois Par Huit
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Prince of bliss
has risen with the kiss,
you have planted on my collarbone.
Thoughts of things to come whip around like a cyclone
in my mind. No longer alone, our love has grown..
Lets not postpone, I yearn to be yours,
yearn to bathe on your shores,
to explore!!!
Jared Pickett
5/21/2010
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I wish you were here
Just with me
So we could explore the world
Even the seven seas
Across the ocean
Across the land
Across the valley
Just to hold your hand
Kiss me under the stars
Kiss me under a tree
We will both come to see
This was meant to be
This is where we stand
Where it was meant to be
Together you and me
Forever and always
You always say
I know you mean it
I know you do
So let's explore the world
And show me the way
You've showed me love
Happiness too
Between the things
You've come to show
I've learned that
You're all I ever wanted
You know?
Let's
Cross the ocean
Cross the land
Cross the valley
And please hold my hand
Hold it forever
And never let go
I beg of you
To never go
doing the right
exploring the hidden
I heard of lands both far and near
where wealth beyond tale can conceive.
With rivers deep and mountains sheer
for the brave to challenge and reave.
I heard of them and I believe
this call that moves me to explore.
I should follow my heart and weave
the path where none has gone before.
Through legends spread by foe and peer,
my head and heart do wish me leave
the comforts of my home so dear
to seek the thrills that I perceive.
The first to achieve and retrieve
power and fame I can’t ignore,
the tug on the conqueror’s sleeve,
the path where none has gone before.
I’m confident in what I hear,
stand ready with sword, shield, and greave.
No time for mortal dread nor tear.
No time to cause angst or aggrieve
the loss of friend or kin bereave.
I sail to explore a new shore
and swear on death I will not leave
the path where none has gone before.
I seek your audience and ear
to beg, my dear Prince; I implore
your blessing, funds, and ships to steer
the path where none has gone before.
If there's one thing I've learned in my life so far
There's so much more in life I've yet to explore
The moment we stop
In a quagmire we're caught
Our minds must stay open to a whole bunch more
© Jack Ellison 2015
unrelenting search
little things to complete me
I found deep within
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You’ve never been on a subway,
I’ve never made homemade ice cream;
Maybe we’ll explore together someday;
High rise suite or an opulent chalet,
come with me hang out in my dream;
You’ve never been on a subway;
Walk the city get lost along the way
still all those lights will simply gleam;
Maybe we’ll explore together someday;
My ‘Train Approach’ sign stuck on delay
above urban art on an elevated beam;
You’ve never been on a subway;
The first bite of a brand new entree
me with a garden would be a scream;
Maybe we’ll explore together someday;
With me around there’s never a replay,
I promise to take it to the extreme;
You’ve never been on a subway,
maybe we’ll explore together someday.
My heart lies in the countryside
under the Napa rainbow laying low.
Big bright rolling valleys it has divide
The woods through which we will go.
I met an explorer near lake Bazaleti
With a small cottage on a vast land
The poor half-finished community in Svaneti
made memorable moments more demand.
My heart lies in Tbilisi with one more kiss
build a wish to remove the blackening mist
whose soulful cries brought tears to my eyes,
they swept downwards like the wintry visit.
Together we discover half-finished heaven,
This ensemble of crafts in a crude cradle
Perfectly finds the happiness of mind
In rural nature define a portrait as permissible.
That sheer breadth of beauty command,
Countryside brands picturesque snow cap,
Covered the Georgian mountain stand,
Of scenic lakes asleep and wake in a quiet nap.
Sundry variety of colours galvanized the look
Of breath-taking beauty running into cliffs
Fountain bliss, crisp with ageless water flock
diffs down the slope of great granite rocks.
My heart lies in that half-finished heaven
This medieval land a most enchanting place,
Locked in high demand with the mystery given
Supra wine and the plate of nectar taste.
They soak uptown, in Nana’s kitchen home
Love has made the easiest way to get around
Centuries of Kakheti wine becoming renown
Trek through all the expansive places we found.
His helmet on, she
swings one leg over, and sits-
They explore corners.
As this world is not my home,
Into the paranormal I often roam,
Into the center of my being,
In a Godly way I’m seeing,
That there are many things of mind,
Worth absolutely not the time!
Illusions of the mind’s protrusions,
Leads a soul to false conclusions.
As top a spinning has a center spin,
Kept from chaos by love’s yin.
A soul must center as it began,
Or else dwell of a mind of sin.
The precept is uncompromised,
Never telling the mind lies.
Is sought to be owned by the many…
minds, is source of life a plenty…
The mind yang,
Thinks he knows everything,
And wants greed of gain,
Even though it’s causing pain.
These protrusions vain,
totally insane,
reveal your wild child Cain!