Travels Poems - Poems about Travels

I’ve finished with travels, for I can’t agree With the reasons I’m discriminated Won’t pay for the visa a notable fee Won’t wait in the queue of migrated I’m blamed for the crimes which I didn’t commit Stigmatized for a thing they call “nation” I’ve nowhere to go and I’ve no one to meet My train doesn’t stop at your...

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It exists firmly in the realm of fiction, Where time travel is bantered back and forth. While allowing no control or direction, it might Easily end up East or West, or down South or...

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In my travels I seek thee Amongst the snow capped mountains, The scenic valleys, Meandering rivers That meets the turquoise sea The rolling meadows And sprinkling streams The azure sky above Connect me to the supreme being A transcendental journey That invigorates and rejuvenates me On a spiritual level ...

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No news is good news, they say I thoroughly agree I had no news today No news is good to see Old news remain the same As always and before But I don’t play that game I qualify no more I read the items labels I need to know the truth How much of carbohydrates They’re selling me to use I watch the youtube travels Without a sound,...

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A unicorn travels through the wheat fields and lays its dreams on pillows of poppies, In your fragrance of wind, as clover crowns itself in bloom, Over the evening horizon, see, stars were falling, And in a handkerchief, I knot the embroidery of the storm. Under my feet, dust grows, and lightning passes through me, The wind moves among the...

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Where should I zoom to, perhaps to the Moon, And on my way will juggle with millions of stars, I have whispered to a Comet passing by real soon, To please pick me up, as i plan to visit Mars. Most of all I want to feel the star dust on my face, And hear choirs of angels as they...

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I've been on many travels around the country over time I've seen the mountains, corn fields, cities and the sea Each place holds memories, carried through my life, creating one large collection of pictures of all kinds I have been blessed to make it through the rocky times I am blessed by all the beauty I continue to see and...

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Snail travels to Japan in the fanciest way We see him traveling, he’s cutesy today He is wearing a camera around his neck. He stops to give the emperor a genuflect. His hat is from Australia, his eyeglasses from the wild. He scoots around old men, he picks up a lady bug child. We flowers surround him, admiring his ensemble of...

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Well hello Mister Finnegan You've come back as a friend again It's been so long since we've seen you Don't you know Mister Finnegan All your bad luck will end again And nothing will get between you For we know that you'll win again Our dear Mister Finnegan The luck of the Irish is on you And don't you ever sin again Oh dear Mister...

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A unicorn travels through the wheat and lays its dreams upon poppy pillows, Among the echoes of time that resonate in an eternal violet dusk, Where the sky embraces the sea in a mirror without lid, And the moon is a silver brooch that captures vapors of untold events. Upon its back grow flowers of light on astral paths, Weaving...

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time travels heavily in rousing screech to strangle smiles from mind's untold my waving grimace implored beseech under shadowed cleft of chalky Wold where lapping rays of yellowed gloss and green clings on each blade of grass to blanket earth in warmth of moss for breath of steam and bite to pass but pass is slow as minds there reel and such the rolling...

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For a blessed hour to sleep and awaken in your presence, as the dusty antique grandfather clock chimes in solemnity's hour of bereavement, to whom I am enslaved, always. My cherish of you in unquenchable fires, scorching, undying, as the netherworld's watchmen appear in the eve shadows- remnants of the years past joys and sorrows. All of life's anguish of regrets, of sweeter...

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If you judge food with the quantity put before you Then my first choice will be the Victoria Hotel*. On Sunday lunch, food is too plentiful, makes you blue. There we will eat so much it will make our tummies swell. In my travels, I had times when food was super great. Like when in sunny Ireland we drove up...

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Travel taught me one precious thing, There is always better Elsewhere, You love your village, visit the Tyrol, You love Cathy, Sue has more beautiful blue eyes, My travels taught me to change buses often, You’ve seen Paris, go see the bayous of New Orleans, You have gently cultivated your garden, go help the little children From Burkina Faso, My travels taught me...

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head cradled on folded arms as a young boy I’d sit rapt in the tales told by an old man as he drew pictures at our dinner table no bragging, not at all just remembrances of arid deserts and tuscan sunsets heaving seas and emptying bellies he saw the world give or take in six years for king and country back then I...

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