Short Explorer Poems
Short Explorer Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Explorer by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Explorer by length and keyword.
Her eye, that of the explorer
Aloof his, to ignore her
A bout, where wills clash and collide
where love on the outcome rides
I am a world traveller.
I am a reputable cartographer and explorer.
I grand-fathered Google Maps.
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Cave
saturnine…murky
spelunking…painting…mining
Explorer…Caveman…Hideout…Monastery
praying…planning…plotting
penitent…palliative
Cave
8/9/2022
The ultimate adventurer and explorer,
She tossed herself into new situations
Traveling where life’s winds blew her
With no preconceived plans or notions
Living her heart’s dream of the moment
This veteran, an expert explorer,
follows own technique of an old timer.
His style is foremost always,
wife isn’t content with his ways,
for he never cares to wait to time her.
Andy the explorer seeks unmark trail
He takes QQ on a long march never fail
Roadrunner rather run than fly
Catch a bird let’s make a pigeon pie
Both can’t wait to hurry home for a champagne cocktail
Wisdom
awaits discovery
experience The explorer
pearls of productive insight
needing excavation
exposed and nurtured
by devoted empathise
then replanted
within the fertile fields
of open minds
I’ve been a pirate on black seas,
Explorer where the oceans freeze,
A monarch on an opaled throne,
An islander with rings of bone—
Inside the “British Colonies” thick section
Of my boyhood stamp collection.
It was all white away and around,
yet, a path through it, I found.
my jacket shielded me from cold,
and, shoes gave a crushing sound.
was I an explorer at the north pole,
or walking on snow puffs under my sole ?
So I'd drive, in an instant,
Miles only minutes between us,
There's no distance,
I'm the minus and you're the plus.
I'll follow my compass,
Down any road that comes forth,
Like Columbus,
I'm an Explorer baby, you're my true north.
Alive
What does it mean to be alive?
An explorer or part of the hive?
These many years ,, oh the perspective
Definitely not matching the collective
What does it take to leave your mark?
On the tree of life it's just bark!
the professional explorer will be along shortly
Do not stare, he is kind of a stereotype, said my pal, Portly.
I had no idea what that meant until the explorer showed his face
It was Indiana Pones Penguin, I welcomed him with some grace
Examination
Experimentation
Contemplation
And concretization
Have carried you to the
Ethereal spheres...
Swimming in the clouds
Sleeping on the laps of galaxies
You casualize the constellation.
Spacialization
Becomes your
Specialization
A
word is
the whiteness of
the page~
whiteness appears
as every letter
seeming as an island
in oceanic white~and
the ships sailed
and the oaks seasoned
the explorer journeyed
and the dreamer dreamed~
genesis~~
Creepy crawling slimy wiggly thing
Feels eerily strange against my pajama leg
I wake up suddenly
Thinking cobra
or sleazy wet rat
violated by my own imagination
Snatching my explorer hat
out of the clutches of the crocodile
in the swampy forest floor
an explorer--trudging through the here and now
picking up what works and stowing it in my knapsack
tossing away the discrepancies of what doesn't
a coward--wondering about what might have been
backpack empty except for dreams
that never see the light of day
Dive under any
skirt that floats
your way, Amish
or otherwise,
metaphorically speaking.
Be an explorer.
Sail every sea until
you find the eddy
you want to swirl in
the rest of your life.
Then stake your claim.
Make it your own.
Donal Mahoney
Travellor,painter,plant explorer
With her coloured-filled fauna and flora-
With ambition to display for public view
A bequest to house them at Royal Kew.
Now readily available,to me and you
Tribute to an extraordinary artist
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marianne_North
Already accepted that he is the one of his kind;
he is never going to happen again, though,
he has shed and shared too much blood
for keeping himself alive -
always on the still
I am the cosmonaut of his existence;
the explorer of his oneness
for he is the macrocosm of my blooming.
As an explorer I hope to find three things before I die:
a hidden land of giants who are kind, compassionate and empathetic
ancient diamond mines that will give third-word countries enough money to eliminate poverty
and an unnamed species of whale
Three small wishes.
I am off to find my genie.
Juan Ponce de Leon, an explorer
searched for the Fountain of Youth
He thought it somewhere in Florida
'til somebody told him the Truth
You're as old as you feel
in your heart and your mind
The FOY's not in Florida ~
Tap into your soul
It's there for to find
Jim And His Fish
Limerick Contest
Sponsor: Jan Alison
Christmas was just around the corner,
Mother had the video recorder,
Jim fell in the toilet,
As mother records it,
Fish in his nose what a great explorer!
Date Written: December 24, 2015
A poet
Explorer
Hibernator
Promoter
A Worlds’ beautifier
A poet’s
Knapsack heaps
Spring time smiles and weeps
Summers hopes and dreams
Winters warms and bleak
A poet’s
Mortal life dies
Like everyone else’s
But his divine soul
Wings for everlasting goal
A PhD in emotion and feel,
licentiate of what lives within
Professor of imagery, doctor of will,
a Saint with a penchant for sin
Explorer of evil with devils to hunt,
the fire burns liquid and hot
Degrees of atonement, diplomas unread
—graduate of words future bought
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
They blasted off, breaking the bonds of Earth,
reaching for the edge of space
Cracking a hole in the great blue ceiling
that will nevermore be replaced.
Astronauts in their cloaks of pride,
bravery, their Tour de Force, in place.
The spirit of the first explorer, Alan Sheppard,
rode with them as they harnessed space.