Travel Poems | Examples of Travel Poetry

happenstance or happy stance? fate so great, I do a dance magic of day makes me prance gorgeous day to live in France...

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Crow calls me. Not with voice… With posture, shadow A black curl moving, against turquoise sky. I follow. ...

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The sky does not explain itself It simply opens. The wanderer... quiet with ash and memory Does not ask it to. For there is a wind that knows his name It never speaks it aloud. As together, they walk... Not forward, but further....

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If he had boarded the frail proud lady, My ancestor would have been a hysteric. It would have been nothing new to him, though — Boarding such a mighty vessel With an unsinkable testimonial. He had been on board Noah’s ark For more than 40 days and 40 nights — The first-ever lockdown in the first-ever Flood pandemic. He would have consulted an oracle...

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submitted into "Premier VII Open Poetry Contest," Rob Carmack, Sponsor ARRIVING AT EL PASO © Sara Etgen-Baker 2025 Some 20+ years ago, hubby and I took up roots, moving across the entire state of Texas for the hope of a better future. This poem attempts to capture my initial thoughts upon our arrival. (Yes, our future...

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O leave your home-bound narrow world, Take to the vast dome of the world. No use just sticking to your home, See, sun and moon roam in the world. As do old leaves, flowers and fruits, Turn not to soil’s loam of the world. Look at home-bound frustrate oceans, Ground-stuck, they froth and foam in world. There’s world to learn...

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This is when the old and the young, beasts and confraternal drunks damn the consequences of death lying porous on crossroads upon bifurcated paths, fractured junctions and ceremonial cul-de-sacs... The time is immaterial, so long as the traffic lights — the veggie-green, the claret, and the urine-amber —choose their slow blinking and rapid-eyelid movement carefully. And moon might decide not to power its own light. Tenebrous...

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Up today at 5:00 A. M….this was not by chance… We had to get up that to catch the 7:30 train to France. Paris to be exact…so with our packed suitcases in hand… we headed off to Paris…just as our Ooh La La tour guide planned. A note about Ooh La La Tours… When Bryan was planning the Paris part...

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Throughout the years, at different destinations even through four seasons and twelve months the trains come daily, arriving at the stations people board during work days and holidays some have a journey for hours on end the minutes pass, as pairs have conversations seconds tick by on folk's watches....

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After I woke up and went out to our little balcony to write… a ladybug landed on my computer and decided there to stay As she traversed the perimeter of my computer… I knew it was going to be great day We took the tube to Buckingham Palace…where more history was unlocked. We strode the rooms and hallways where kings...

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The real purpose of the visa tourism Is the humiliation of the guests Its “us and them” post tribal atavism The applicants are treated like suspects The so called survey list interrogates Some questions that can't be rationalized To play a reason to pass through the border gates Despite prejudice that you are crimnalized The papers you submit might...

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such longing in a long sad, drawn-out train whistle do metal objects have feelings? this sound makes the idea plausible...

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I've been to a few strange places in my day some hotter than the hottest spot on the sun some colder than the coldest crater on the moon and all the while I was looking for someone looking here looking there I was searching everywhere now I found you you are the one my searching days are done for my heart...

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Every day we’re making memories…we’re out in the world having fun… and every day, if I am lucky, I write a few lines about one… But with our suitcases and passports packed…and armed with Google translator For the next 10 days we’ll be making so many memories… I’ll have to write abut them later. We are celebrating Ava’s graduation Making memories...

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a bobble hat fellow rumbles along sharp turns behind me - hello - but reaches up to the wall grabs an apple 80 percent intact and hobbles away again a few seconds later he's back again turns behind me, bends low and picks up the soggy, abandoned box of donuts two inside remaining successful mission he wobbles away...

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