Tourist Poems - Poems about Tourist

this non conformist city breathes a calm but edgy air through gaps in the graffiti and the street art everywhere its face is sometimes brutal but its heart and soul seem not and it walks a sexy diverse walk that’s cold yet somehow hot (but I know I’m getting older when those fun thoughts in my head reject the swinging KitKatClub for KitKat bars instead) and...

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Cranes drop on water Lodge and lull for a buffet Bathe awhile and fly....

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For today’s easy drive from Duluth, MInnesota to Bayfield, Wisconsin as is our nature we took the scenic route ready to discover what Wisconsin is all about. We stopped often along the way…(we never drive anywhere straight ) so we could experience first hand the beauty of this state. We paused at a windmill, an old jail, a covered wagon...

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My city is a tourist spot People come from all over It’s also the home for Scad college Which has pushed the price Of renting a house or An apartment sky high They do what’s best For tourism and Scad The bus stops were removed From downtown which made it Harder for the people who Live here, longer walks in between Stops, or the bus not...

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As I sit still in the still vehicle looking at the water hole with sure expectation, once through binoculars and again with normal gaze, there was sudden movement as a herd of deer approached the water hole. So far masked in dry reeds, a spotted tawny live-spring sprung to action. Even before I could shift...

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Chancery lane at 5 o’clock Towards the Strand I go It’s a tourist kind of walk I do not pretend to know Every building that looks great Winter air is damp and soft Passed the wig shop, by the gate Of the Ede and Ravenscroft Stopped to see familiar faces But there are no more Sellers changed in many places That I’ve known...

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Tradewinds strummed the cocoa nutter's palm fingers the sun crept down to its packed trunk overburdened routes tangled tunnels underground the sun snuck below through the subtropic shaft a sunny chamber secrets rays gaping droplets friendly fronds fingering the sun's gaps as palms' breadth widen cavernous collapses as sunlight escapes shadows were the only victims that were claimed the noontime sun...

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Ghost Gothic Eidolon, Sovereign king Tears begin flowing. Byzantine abandoned. The cloaked statue sits and waits. The tourist lifts her head and sighs. Phantom’s pain she feels his suffering. Hand on her forehead nods from side to side. Labyrinthine journey stirs stark madness. Intruders’ rash and reckless taunting Grey-sky midst morning mystifies. Glowing - white - apparition Clicks, flashes, from tourists. Take focus...

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Good Friday poem..Squeezing hearts into Banana Pie Glide,glide through the shackles and your nightmares Who promises a promiser All that is an art of compromise, is a sorry wine Liquid pearl mask of possession A heart which gives life,and another takes it away Laughing at all the waste and then our streets Nothing left to do but tease...

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Tourists in new shoes Looking for the blues of news Every one a David Bailey Selfie mad and share me crazy Man and woman dog and Have , you , scratched that selfie itch?...

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Friday Night Check-ins The days have been calm and collected. The guests have been happy, content. The weekday staff scurry out from the hotel To avoid the upcoming event. Weekend receptionists tremble As the Friday night check-ins approach, Fearing the tsunami of wrinklies On their three-day excursions-by-coach. The first vehicle’s brakes squeal their warning As its door opens up with a sigh. The girl at the...

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As the morning comes thoughts begin to wonder how to live like a tourist could walk the beach to see the sunrise have fresh fruit and banana pancakes for dinner, eat shrimp with a shot of tequila take my photo next to the heart stature go shopping at the local market take a nap in the afternoon dance under the stars go back to sleep When...

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Sh! This is a secret place in a mystical magical forest. Has she ever been discovered by others? I hope not. I dare not ask, not ready to alert the other tourists. This would spoil my private sanctuary. I decide to swim nude. Not realizing everyone else sleeps in for another hour....

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During a tour in this island nation, a Maori guide was seeking a nomination. Among our tour he sought out a spokesman, to respond to the chief's words, as a small token. "Sir, will you represent your touring tribe?" "Yes," I responded, "for a very large bribe!" I wanted to know what was required. Giving a speech was nothing I desired. "No....

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A cheating tourist in Rosarito buys senoritas their drinks incognito But his wife's on to the lies and his silly disguise so now declares their marriage finito! 1/30/22...

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