Best Road Trip Poems
Across the vast Californian Death Valley I went out for a drive
The temperature gauge was reading a hundred and twenty five.
Despite the unforgiving temperature, I was staying nice and cool
I had the air conditioning on full blast, because I am no fool.
I had been on the road for about an hour, so I pulled over for a break
The desert scenery was awesome, so some pictures I thought I'd take.
I slowly got out of my car taking my camera and boy it was so hot
After about ten minutes of snapping, some great pictures I'd got.
I walked quickly back to my car and went to get my key
It wasnt in my pocket, and fear started to overcome me.
I realised I didn't have my hat or water they were on the front seat
And knew I wouldn't last too long in the deserts unforgiving heat.
I started to walk on the highway it was a good four hours to town
And praying another vehicle would soon appear so I could flag it down.
After two hours of walking I heard it, the rumbling of a truck
Help was coming at long last and I couldn't believe my luck.
The driver stopped and said "hey buddy you look like you need a ride "
I was on the verge of collapse, but so overjoyed I almost cried.
We got to town and I wanted to give him something for rescuing me
Opened my camera bag to get some money out and damn there was my key.
Written 4th August 2021
An interesting Couplet Poetry Contest
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intoxicated by the taste of her pleasures
loving to see her satisfied I intensify my measures
touching, tasting, smiling loving to see her satisfied
all these pleasures rushing as I began to rise
taking a moment I gaze upon the perfection of her frame
I then seek south in the fields of the sugar cane
An addictive sweet tooth I have, damn I love the south
Enjoying the view, aroma, and most of all when the taste and my mouth
You sound screams of joy as I am inside
The best road trip I’ve ever had as you ride
Now that you weary on the road I think we should switch and I should drive
From to dusk to dawn, I take you on one hell of a quest
As our adventure comes to an end I wonder whens the next
My wife and I share a passion for travelling, the world we love to see
We travelled through France and Switzerland and we're now in Italy
Day one was a trip in a cable car to the summit of Mount Baldo
The views from the top were amazing of Lake Garda down below.
Day two we visited Verona, a city of great architectural beauty
And it's where Shakespeare was inspired by Juliets famous balcony
We saw great works of art showing statues, of Roman mythology
Churches now outnumber them after their conversion to Christianity.
Day three we went on a speed boat trip on the beautiful Lake Garda
Then had a walk around the town of Sirmoine, and ate some tasty pizza
Of course the day would not be complete without tasting some gelato
Every flavour you can think of, it's ice cream in case you didn't know.
On the fourth day we went to Venice and we were pleasantly surprised
St Marks Square, Rialto Bridge, Doges Palace and The Bridge of Sighs
Lots of narrow passageways that leads to many a little square
Words alone can't convey its appeal you really have to be there.
On the fifth and last day a scenic trip up the Dolomite mountains
We saw scenic alpine images and drove through villages with fountains
Swiss style chalets dotted the hillsides that added to its great charm
Scenes of utmost tranquillity that gives you a feeling of inner calm.
Day six and its time to head back home, and we travelled through the night
Through Switzerland then Calais in France, to catch the ferry at first light
Then just two more coaches that will take us nearer to our home
My wife is looking at brochures for next year, to see where else we can roam.
Written on 9th October 2022.
The road is calling me,
to journey in the wild;
for me this would be bliss,
and free my inner child.
Down roads of hued green trees,
to get lost in the breeze !
It had no radio
and couldn't fly at all
every wheel would wobble
because they were too small
~ red and rusted wagon,
a limo for my dog...
For Nette's Hexiline Contest
May 9th, 2025
"Road Trip"
Road Map
held against
The Wheel of Fortune
Foot to the Floor
accelerate
Now into Third
Escape
Tomorrow
First.
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2020)
"The Message" / Still Corners
https://youtu.be/p50k_kklM7g
Drive across the country
Let imagination flow
Tumbleweed and flat lands
Reveal a western show
Mile markers pave the way
Across this land sublime
Wind blows through the car
On my arm sunshine
Generations of people
Spirits across the land
Occupy a history
Of faces in the sand
Deep inside our spirit
Adheres to our respect
This peaceful land of bounty
No one shall reject
Fresh cut grass lingers
The present rescinding more
Where old shacks and farms
Grasp our inner core
Land abound with wisdom
Dust has settled down
Enjoy driving the distance
See another town
Sailed across the sea to Dublin
then drove west to County Clare.
To the small village called Doolin,
'tis stout I'II be drinkin' there.
The craic as they say is mighty
In Gus Connors cosy pub,
at night there's always a cèilì
and stout served with homely grub.
Then the floor clears for set dancing
and they dance a set or two,
to the sound of the tin whistle
the bodhran and fiddle too.
Next morn saw the Cliffs of Moher
on the Wild Atlantic way
and the Aran Isles in Galway
In the teeth of Galway bay.
Sometimes you won't be so lucky
mists might roll in from the sea,
with howling winds like a banshee
beware! paths might slippy be.
Calm days you might see seals basking
when the skies are blue and clear,
they're the selkie's, I'm not jokin'
I've seen some at Doolin Pier.
The limestone rocks of the Burren
with a landscape like the moon,
It’s renowned for flora unique
all the rocks are oblique hewn.
Last day I drove south to Blarney
to kiss the old Blarney stone.
And now I never stop talking
wife calls me the walking drone.
Drove to the M8 for Dublin
for a two and half hour ride
then stopped just outside the city
honour those that sadly died.
At Glasnevin there’s a graveyard
brave men and boys, Irelands pride
and in the towns and country
fought fiercely and bravely died.
Bronze famine figures at dockland
with children, women, and men
and to see them you'd be saddened
thousands died in Ireland then.
Drove to the port for the ferry
t'was pouring the sky had paled
my days in Ireland were merry
and at six the ferry sailed.
My suitcase is packed, its ready to go.
I've applied bright red nail polish onto each toe.
The girls "road trip" starts very early in the morn.
The new clothes are hanging and soon to be worn.
These "girls only" weekends are truly the best
Good thing its just two days for there'll be no rest.
This whole week we've been filled with anticipation
Just waiting to start our mini-vacation.
The cottage is reserved on the blue ocean shore.
A weekend of fun and friends, who could ask for more ?
R aring to go on my first family road trip
O nward bound to cross the ocean by ship
A tlantic ocean a remarkable vista to behold
D riving with my family traveling the open road
T urmoil and tension inevitably begins to erupt
R aging tempers flare as our parents get abrupt
I nnocent children witness the beginnings of divorce
P arents should ask for directions when lost and off course.
Kim Merryman's Road Trip Contest.
ROAD TRIP
Red rocks in Sedona, Arizona
Old Faithful in Yellowstone
Arch in St. Louis, Missouri
Deadwood's graveyards full of bones
Tennessee's Grand Ol' Opry
Riding horseback at Ucross Ranch
In eighteen days, I toured fourteen states
Praise God for providing the chance
21 August 2013
for Kim Merryman's contest
neon
vibrant colours
dance upon darkened skies
guiding light on the mother road
fading
This poem was inspired by my stay at the Blue Swallow Motel on Historic Route 66 in Tucumcari, NM.
Riding the curves set before us
Only our senses respond
And there are also no setbacks
Drilling its Bravery to Us
Turning and tripping and twirling
Rough spins until we are strong
Inner desire preserving
Proudly conquers Our Faults
An actuary does the math
And figures out the time
Each person gets to live his life
Before he leaves his prime.
Of course, an average doesn’t mean
That everyone’s the same,
So some of us will stay alive
Beyond statistic’s claim.
Yet knowing what I know, as years
Accumulate and pass,
The time to travel’s NOW before
Death bites me in the ass.
And so I pack my bags, a road trip
Waiting ‘round the bend,
Some sights to see we haven’t seen
Is what we do intend.
The actuary’s formula
May hold a lot of truth,
But even I can do the math
When I subtract my youth!
Daddy make her scootch over
She's crowding all my space
Kid's don't eat all your snacks
You're not in some race
Can you change the radio station
This music isn't good
Honey pull over to the side
There's smoking under the hood
Mommy can you stop her?
She's looking out my window
I don't wanna read a book
I want my gameboy nintendo