Travel Poems | Examples of Travel Poetry

Its not knowing.? Even Knowing where I am going.? Yet about the Lord who is Coming.!...

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chasing a light's glow is fraught with daft illusions shadows grow and fade mirages beckon off-road ~ echoes are hopes oft broken...

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Victoria couch station does not go To sleep. It's not even a one third of an aesthetic But poets make frogs into princes so ... I see the becoming in change. The Comfort of being taken to a Known destination not needing To know the way. It happens only in travels like that. I see the becoming in repetition. A Man sweeping the...

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rambler ramble ghost goes looking for pretty things diamonds, ruby, neat opal, agate, silver, gold, ancient books, scription careful digging here and up there a notable nice man historian rambler...

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Today’s thought Tomorrow’s venture Bags packed Wheels ready to spin A Greyhound bus open road ready to begin The journey through state to state Stopping at towns being no mistake Four days travel Freeway wind Various interstate routes Distance far Bus comfort than a car Recline and relax America’s acquaintance Passerby wave High Mountains up look Heart of hope The sense of cope A friendly hand Goodness in the land Major cities after major cities...

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“The only real influence I've ever had was over myself.” The Artist Edward Hopper ( Re: Altering or creating Providence.) Assuming there are more brilliant ways, That our life takes twists and turns like a maze, Yet do we have influence over unforeseen plans, For our future and the way it evolves and spans ? I believe that our...

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In the abyssal silence of fading stars, I travel through shadows, Under the heavy eyelids of night, I walk the ancient, nameless path. Mysterious words, like an old prayer, roll in echoes, Calling the forgotten spirits of the forests to dance under the moon. I feel my soul cradled by the cosmic wind, on its unseen wings, In an embrace...

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Never been to Norway nor to Finland or Sweden After all, my wife Eve and I left the Garden of Eden ...

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I fasten my seatbelt, Remembering the Testament I had scribbled — The leanest Testament ever. In it I had written, Among other tattered rubbish? I have nothing Naked I came Naked I shall fly away. Seated by the window, I borrowed courage from The wings of frightened birds. With one grunt of mechanical breath, My feet squelched off the grimes of the Soil, And I befriended the skies, My heartbeat louder...

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IN MY OWN BACKYARD ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ climbing stairs or books I travel from world to world in my own backyard ...

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My soul awakens The mist of cosmic travel Boundless mighty breath....

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I left with a bag of dreams and a heart full of hope. The roads were wide but none felt like home. I spoke in borrowed voices slept under unfamiliar skies. Smiled through winters that never thawed my bones. But something kept pulling a voice, a scent, a song. A name I once answered to still waiting where I belong. Now I return, not empty but carrying what...

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If you're going to Honolulu be sure to wear a flower behind your ear if you're coming to Honolulu you're going to meet some gentle people here more than just a fashion statement a plumeria represents birth love spring and new beginnings so it’s no surprise a woman's romantic status it can also symbolise if you're married or unavailable wear it behind your left on the right...

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We're goin' out to Idaho where the potatoes grow honey we're leavin' quite soon but if you call it quits then I've had my chips and like the wolf I'll be a-howlin' at the moon I'm over this Sunshine State yeah I can hardly wait baby we're leaving at noon but if you say 'No way!' and you wanna stay like the...

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Roots That Breathe Within My Heartbeat At every step, their shadow guides me, My father, steady as an oak in the breeze, my mother, tenderness in all that feeds. Their hands wove the thread of my fate, with patience, love, and a steady gait. Though time may rush and the world may spin, my heart always flows back to...

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