Tourist Poems - Poems about Tourist

... Monet in Venice a flock of pigeons treats him as just a tourist......Read the rest...

...Rosemary’s baby incarnated He lives from day to day And he is well anticipated To blow the world away How come that he is real? Ask me another question I know how you must feel About his reig......Read the rest...

...Every tourist shares a trait; they're walking, talking, f*cking bait Who fog up our Earth's finest places With fat wallets and fat f*cking faces If you live in a City or by the sea I'm......Read the rest...

... 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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...The big turtle of Galapagos. Turtles, in general, are not good at communicating  with anyone, at least those odd figures who talk a lot and sometimes sing The big turtle of the Galapagos does r......Read the rest...

...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 wat......Read the rest...

...Inexplicably they appear in memory from time to time the characters of the long-faded autumns and dim winters Condescending, always ready to pry to pick on, to step on, to say a loud word and sud......Read the rest...

...Tires rang against the road in my eyes The grinding of whetted knives Tinnitus rings in my teeth Threats are thought, silently Back sores scream and swamp Ass creeps through the carseat In th......Read the rest...

... AFTER THE FLOOD Mount Ararat holds a testament of stories told in ancient texts, and stories shared down generations; the aftermath of catastrophe. Place names are the remembering of gra......Read the rest...

...I’m moving down a forest trail, wooden canyon on my right side, above, on thermals, raptors glide, always inspires without fail. I hear a rustle before me, and wonder just who that could be? ......Read the rest...

...trademark green on white "Welcome to Colorful Colorado" me and the Sangre De Cristos march across the border and Mt Blanca rises to greet us smooth and elegant as a wedding cake draped wit......Read the rest...

...Tommorow I'll be your lover Not just some tourist trying to slip under your covers You'll let me show you all the ways that I can be both the giver and thief I want to carve my name into the lands......Read the rest...

...I remember when clean air used to follow us home. Leaves and mud would too, but they didn’t hurt us. Clean air used to swirl. We would enjoy the purity. So would bees and wasps. I didn’t care fo......Read the rest...

...The green leafed tree in the harbor. There the freights are advanced. Sailors with quality tools, while diners feast and play chess. The edge Of the merchants dine hall has a Blindspot where tu......Read the rest...