Travel Poems | Examples of Travel Poetry

In the summer months, Neuschwanstein Castle hosts six thousand visitors a day. Mad King Ludwig II of Bavaria’s ghost cannot keep these sightseers away. He does his best to make them feel uncomfortable, inserting sadness in each...Read More

Rock-a-by my ship, its merchandise, wandering wardrobe, my love and I — to islands of paradise, short cliffs of happiness, sea water caves. I jump precariously — carelessly, my turn. I don’t twist an ankle like the lady without her shoes. Favored am I, this...Read More

I’ve just watched a rodeo I’ve also seen Ontario In Japan, those cherry trees looked fab I’ve heard Santa Yo Ho Ho I’ve watched as Penguins played in snow And I’ve seen Bowie hail a New York cab But life’s so...Read More

From out of the blue, on a journey straight through a dense fog of a brisk morning’s ride, to one side of my car, I saw something bizarre which completely left me mystified. I was taking a drive on...Read More

way deep within the cutting wild flowers and weeds entwine to shroud where once was ballast of a long lost railway line. there's proof that trains once stopped here at this slab of cold concrete: graffitied, lost, forgotten and railroaded to defeat. ...Read More

When I was a young man I was foolish and not afraid of anything In the summer of 1975 I took a Greyhound bus across the country when my bus pass was stolen I hitchhiked ...Read More

We set off at daylight, meandering toward clock tower bridge. Fog made the day seem dreamier than it was, for sure. Silver hot air balloons helped light our way, as it was not light. Golden goose appeared an...Read More

Hours upon the open road seeming like sheer seconds in an hourglass of time From torrential downpours To outpours of affection Even in silence words exchanged amidst unspoken air Careful attention Carefree notions Stories expound on new Memories forged in the fire of...Read More

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The silent lure of blankets’ soft warm touch. Swinging in the arms of those I knew and loved so much. A belly rub or tickled toes, a pointed finger touched to nose. All this I’ve often come...Read More

All airborne travels Claimed to be safe Turned into a danger Letting only the Sky safe ...Read More

Falling, falling, forever falling. We know of nothing else. Our lives are formed by attraction. Something draws us closer It is a pull we feel. The grounded feel it also growing in them all their...Read More

Roads Come under a code Line by line To know Roads get lanes Line by line to go ...Read More

on a slippery highway~ opportunities ceased~ with a loud bang Alexis Y. 11/12/2020...Read More

the kidron valley’s crunch of pebbl’d footfall — ascend olive mount 11/8/2020 Brian Strand’s H I - K U contest ...Read More