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.


Premium Member Where Wills Collide

Her eye, that of the explorer
     Aloof his, to ignore her

   A bout, where wills clash and collide
     where love on the outcome rides
Form: Couplet


Premium Member Let me introduce myself

I am a world traveller.
I am a reputable cartographer and explorer.
I grand-fathered Google Maps.



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: 3rd place 2025
Form: Other

Premium Member Cave

Cave saturnine…murky spelunking…painting…mining Explorer…Caveman…Hideout…Monastery praying…planning…plotting penitent…palliative Cave 8/9/2022
Form: Diamante

Premium Member living her hearts dream

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

Premium Member Timing Her


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.
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Q3 Trail

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
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Wisdom

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

Dream Album

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.
© Steve Eng  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

The Snow Storm

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 ?

True North

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.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Alive

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!
© Jay Moore  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member do not stare

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

Premium Member Space Explorer

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

Premium Member Words in Whiteness

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~~

Premium Member Violated By My Own Imagination

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

Explorer

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
© Jo Bien  Create an image from this poem.

Metaphorically Speaking

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

Premium Member Vignette-Life Begins At Forty

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
Form: Ekphrasis

Macrocosm

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.
© Diana Bosa  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Adventure Seeking Me

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.

Premium Member The Fountain of Youth

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
Form: Rhyme

Jim and His Fish-For the Limerick Contest

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
Form: Limerick

A Poet Ii

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
Form: Rhyme

Future Bought

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)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Harnessing Space

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.
© Ann Peck  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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