Short Travelling Poems
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Travelling
Parallel lines
Darkness… light
Turbulent emotions orchestrate heartbeats-
Grey areas filled with muddled dreams.
Shoes worn
clothes torn
miles travelled
footprints left behind
Mistakes made
friends regained
lessons learned
love is born
Traveling
zipping backwards;
history’s expanding...
parallels
radiated blurs;
eclipsing centuries.
Travelling to your country morning
wading through the mists
birds echoes rising
off canter horses
like tears striving
Once there was an adventurous Pixie,
Who lived in deep south Dixie.
He wasn't black,
So he had to go back
Now he's a travelling Gypsy.
Nothing but green trees.
A sight which still brings my mind
To a mindful state,
Knowing this sight is truly
What I always want to see.
RIVERS, OCEANS
Rivers,
Small streams
Flowing supplying racing
Through every part on earth
Fishing travelling twinkling
Enormous peaceful
Oceans
It's not simple to find a train at sea
or eye planes climbing on the trees
never got to sight ox fly
fish swimming in river dry
boats travelling rails sailing free
sunshine
fun, memorable
fishing, swimming, hiking
campfire, woods, canoe, river
planting, driving, travelling
great, enjoyable
vacation
April 28, 2021
Due to the diligence he did,
he avoided the usual pitfalls
and wrong ways.
Yet to the end of his days
he leaned nothing
of that light-hearted travelling
into the yet unknown.
The light
travelling from
a long-gone
sun,
hits your face
and mine.
The time
stretched so thin
that it is vapor
around us.
Our hands touch
and all of physics
dissolves.
Been travelling this path for many a year
Seems I've got a who-ha up my rear
What else could explain
This joy unrestrained
Perhaps probiotics, my problem would clear
MORNING DEW
Molten sweetness,
I implore you
to forfeit all else
for I will not stop aching
until you become the thump
to my heart,
together travelling through ages,
forever cuffed.
What if,
We all strangers travelling the same road
What if,
We all desperate souls trapped in our own existence
What If,
We just lost and found beings
What if...
surviving_pawn
Tiny grains of sand and silica, swirl across the beach.
The travelling tides, wash away, all traces of human life.
Every few seconds the beach is renewed; sand castles are rebuilt.
As the s h a d o w of life lengthens .................
s h a d o w
each day of travel is suspense -
but the Light of the world strengthens.
01~16~17
Forlorn is a word
Describing a state of loss
One’s personal pain.
Dejected,losing
The love we lived with.
Down and no way up.
Travelling blindly
This tunnel of stone and grit
We hope to emerge,
in beautiful
isolation
the feminine red
melts into
the stream of life
becoming one
with all around
travelling beyond
birth and death
denying static dogma
embracing
all that is seen
and unseen.
A world travelling man called Ebenezer
Due to bad allergies was a humongous sneezer,
One day when visiting Italy
Pollen irritated his nose from a tree
And he leant their Tower Of Pisa.
Travelling down the highway
At twenty miles an hour,
Trying to go faster
But just don’t have the power.
I know that at this speed
I’m not getting very far,
And I’m sure I could go further
If I only had a car.
Travelling through life resembles an arc
We start out as a child emerging from the dark
To reach a crescendo
Establishing a tempo
Then sadly we all must eventually disembark
© Jack Ellison 2015
There's a sweet young lady named Jill
for whom travel is such a big thrill.
She sees many places
and lots of kind faces
in Asheville, Nashville,
Seattle and Seville,
Belleville, Louisville
and Copacabana, Brazil!
Just when I wanted to... "Lord I beg,
fly me to the Londons Winnipegs."
Out came the Corona, its killer cold !
Said like a devil "you shut up and hold,
we don't need no trouble of the travelling legs."
(01.12.2022)
Have you ever actually thought of travelling to Mars
REALLY? Say goodbye forever... TOTALLY BIZARRE
Gotta be totally fed up
No hope, an empty cup
So sad though what a fantastic adventure amongst the stars
Trapped in the room
Her heart was travelling
To the utmost edge of the world
Following the stars
While she was painting
And writing poems
Genuine, shy, sweet poems
Pursuing essential
Truth and beauty
And she was a poem too