Explorers Poems - Poems about Explorers

I do not hear the words, far too busy in my ears laying golden tracks of forceful movement They carry me away, away. always to away. Stretch horizon, many ones and zeros, far away. Starlit destination on that noblest of hill. Girls and ladies youthful arms, all reaching for our home. My eyes look at me. They are not my...

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As the ocean reaches out its hand Wind circulates its natural fan Greeting the water’s kind gesture A sandy shore with much need for an investor Out in the distance there was a visual show Dialogue could be heard ‘land ho’ Planting a flag was a must On the enchanted discovery needing to learn trust Fertile...

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Guadalcanal 2019 Tour boat, ice-blue water. Five rubber rafts, 12 heroes each, approach Antarctic 'beach'. ‘Explorer’: 'Look! Penguins!' Rest chirp approval, focus Canons, shoot the penguins left and right. 'Great' 'Wonderful'. Two hours later, 3-star restaurant, Tierra del Fuego. 'Global warming...' from the end of the table. Heads nod assent. Crab dinner, good Sauvignon Blanc. 'This is great!' 'Wonderful!' Are they talking about...

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When the conscious refuses to stay silent, It begins to torment the barrier of our lives. Which is why we get into our guards... Trying to quiet our guilty conscience. We can run, and we can hide from our deeds, But eventually we want to be free. We confess, we crack Our hearts are...

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Lifting off from Earth with a blast The first manned mission to Mars at last Moving past red dwarfs real fast With neutron stars going past Celestial fireworks of a supernova in full view As through the Milky Way at warp speed we flew Mars would become our space base The dawn of a new race to space Earth...

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We are new colonists and we embrace A hostile and unforgiving land. Lay Claim to clay covered gold by grace And the callous palms of tired hands, But the weary lesson lidded, did not Stay night's strife and eyes' sands. We poor Don Quixotes have no Camelot. \We left Paradise, the fruit still sweet Like...

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