Travellers Poems | Examples

We Are All Travellers

We are all travellers, 
moving through time, 
walking roads we did not choose, 
carrying stories no one fully knows. 

Life gives us no map, 
only moments
some soft as morning light, 
some heavy as storms. 
We meet people along the way, 
some stay, some leave, 
some become memories before we are ready. 

We build, we lose, we love, we break. 
We hold on, we let go. 
Sometimes, we run, 
sometimes, we stop and wonder
what was the point of it all? 

But the journey does not wait. 
It pulls us forward, 
whispers that there is more, 
even when we are too tired to listen. 

And one day, we step beyond the last horizon, 
leaving behind the footprints of our existence, 
while the road continues without us.

The Travellers

The Travellers.                                                                               The vagabond Cock on the Threshold's tree crowed as evil nights  furtively flee from sunrise, as church bell tolled, tolling for the travellers.                                                            Expectantly, they set fourth at dawn ,early enough                                     strutting down the river road, amidst valleys and Wuthering heights.                                                                                        They walked faster at noon, as sun shun very callously...withered all flowers. Weary and spent ,  heads bowed,  penitently, they stood before him.                                                 The church bell tolled again, tolling for every one. Earth to earth, Dust to dust.

Turn Around

Turn around on your journey, friend,
    and look back to this hill
    I occupy,
    arms raised...hello? goodbye?
Silhouette on your horizon
    but now the sun is high.

My travellers
    are all strung out
    on dusty roads and highways.
Not surprised, those who 
    know where to find me
    at this extended view.

But you
    in blazing trails across the landscape
    changed the contour of my land.
    No matter now where
    we each choose to stand;
I know your pack, your cap, your cart.
    Look back, my friend;
    at every turn, I recognize
    you still.

Travellers

They still label us as gipsies and tinkers

but it is them with the blinkers

everyone is a migrant

and our culture is vibrant

let us not forget about Treblinka


23rd February 2021

We the Travellers

We, the travellers 

 Many people when they get elderly travel the world
to see famous places and other cultures.
When they die, they will have no recollection of the travels.
I have been to every country that has a seaport,
working long hours, it was dark when I got up and dark
when the toil was over.
I might as well not have been there, because the docks
are always the same, bars, whores and booze and
they all looked the same, and the women were selling 
the same wares whether black or brown, but for a man
alone it was the nearest he came to love.
When the big shadow falls on me, it will be forgotten.

Travellers Guide To the Edge of the Universe

I’m at my piano like Mercury

Trying to write a grand sweet song

It’s already painted in the windows

I’m copying off the stars

Don’t give up on us my Lord

I can pray all night long 

Cry an ocean for You

I can see the Milky Way when I look down from my flying carpet 

We’ll call number by number


I really lost my head last night

I kicked out and spat

Mamma just got cuffed again 

I was the hulk and shrek

Where was my Fiona when I screamed her name

When I needed rescuing 

I was scared of losing everything 

But Security they could not control me

I roared like a jungle gorilla

Pounced like a cougar

Bulletproof and emerald 

I took slow revenge for all my innocents

Dragged the rest of you with me

In a a switch I turned from an owl to a lark

Astral Travellers

Some fly in their jumpsuits,
others are thrown naked
to a place where thoughts are fig leaves.
A few conjugate dots of light
into a body-language.
Many shoot off like toothpaste from a tube,
tugging slinky bodies behind them.
Star charts are parochial,
they map the contours of rumpled sheets.
Some run in the park with sleeping dogs.
Such travelers are hummingbirds riding rodeo bulls,
New fliers leap from sinking bodies,
fledgling wings flapping.
They fly open-mouthed and wonder
if the rest of you will ever make it.

~~

Travellers

We are all travellers to destiny,
on the unknown highway of life.

Some roll in glassy tortoise shells.
Others move as simple chameleons.
Still others fly in dead birds in sky;
and also swim as frogs in cages.

If you travel in tortoise shells,
do not splash mud on chameleons.
Birds of the air, honor those below.
Whatever they are to you, love them.

If you swim as frogs in warm waters,
and rest on land as reptile king,
do not flash your fangs in the air.
Harmony, mutual respect is supreme.

Blame no one, frown on no one.
The tortoise, chameleon, birds, frogs,
each with own merit, or shortcoming;
let’s move  as brothers in peace.

We travel as brothers hand in hand;
each with a baggage on the back.
and an envelope with message sealed,
the contents of which no one knows.

The Travellers Promise

The Travellers Promise

I will wander from the path
enter the wild wood
deliberate in that great unknown
Not ever look back
draw my fingers over kind bark
inhale a thousand things
and thread there lightly 
in silent respect 
Listening carefully 
to the breath, the song of the wind
I will fear no shadows 
or long forgotten histories
nor change my way 
nor alter course 
nor regret

Travellers' Pledge

 I was born to move, bound by momentum
destined to wander, beckoned by distance. 
I reject chains. They corrupt like venom. 
Never to be slowed or misled by assistance.

If I am weary, I will rest for a night, 
lay down, my mind free to dream and explore. 
But I will wake ready, before first light; 
this calling of New I cannot ignore.

I will leave behind, when I say this pledge, 
ever setting suns and fast fading faces. 
I will carry with me vast horizon’s edge, 
and the memories of places…

Poor Travellers

Came to this country little suitcase in hand
For a better life in this wonderful land
Pockets were sort of empty but he mentally planned
7 days of school-work as he desperately could,
To send money back to care for his family
Found a Haitian princess to live ever happily
Then something happened
I came about gradually
But actually,
I was second in line
My sibling was the first to cry through birth
It was I who naturally did all to hurt
Playing with greens acting a jerk
Misdemeanors causing people’s blood vessels to burst.

Gone are the days where I grew up in church
Went from being colorful to emphasizing the darkness of my worth
My mind used to be free now it has the same shackles of a slave
Dreaming of unfathomable thoughts- the sum of my fears
Half a time ago the world’s producers of pure tears
Alone in this world
I tricked myself into believing that no one really cared.

Memories of the Travellers

The gypsies’ caravans,
Not welcome in our town,
Had parked and settled down,
Appeared to have no plans,
Were shouted at by grans,
Disliked for their renown.

They called them tramps and thieves,
Not having an address,
And said they’d leave a mess;
I thought they’d read tea leaves,
Wear clothes with fancy sleeves -
Was wrong I must confess.

They left the site a dump;
And people got the hump.

22 April, for Lisa’s Gypsies, tramps and thieves contest
Using the HexSonnetta, a form created by Andrea

Free Cee a Cupola Travellers

A CUPOLA TRAVELERS

Keep pushing baby because once in a while I need a good shove
a kick in the ass to get me to where I need to go
keep pushing baby because one day i'll run out of love
but these are things i'm sure you already know

while we're riding the rails let the train keep glued to the tracks
but keep pushing baby until the rails rust and the cupola loses it's view
keep pushing baby until we split up our backpacks
and i'll go my way while you can do whatever it is you want to do

I can't figure out what station you want to get off at
I can't understand where you want this train to end
keep pushing baby because I too can play tit for tat
so keep pushing honey because only the conductor knows what lies 'round the bend

keep pushing me honey and one day your bed will no longer be my home
and i'll have found a new place below or above
keep pushing me honey and you'll force this troubled transient to roam
so keep pushing me baby with one unforgettable shove
       © 2012......PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

Insidious Ramblings From Death Defying Time Travellers Who Know Nothing

tracing lines on the syntax
          grammar cascades down resonant folds

hand over hand
   mishandled hands lost grip on the handholds

travelling through time diagonally and sideways

found by no one for infinity of days
                                  lost for never 
yet at the same time always

GONE

Late Night Travellers

At breakneck speed I hurl fast
Towards impending doom
Singing an after work tune
Excited to get home to nothing.

I pass a car swerving as I
Swear out a gentle concern
Ignoring what lies ahead as I
Pass it in an instant

A reminiscent color scheme
Wizzes by my driver’s side
Peering wearily into blackness
At those brilliant red eyes

Sinking into a relaxed state
Calming wonders in my mind
I turn up the happiness
That blocks out the outside.

Red eyes… closer than they
Dare to peer suddenly
Decide my fate at 100 mph
In a blurry limp hurry I collide...

Two souls meet in the blackness.
One, singing a tune to sound waves
The other, in a wireless haze..
Both excited to get home to nothing.

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