Trips Poems - Poems about Trips

As teachers we loved taking our students on field trips knowing once we set foot outside our classroom door we might be able to show them something they’d never seen before. I suppose that’s why today even though we’re retired when out the front door we slip… we can’t wait to see what’s going to happen on our next...

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Days come and days go, again and again rushing forward, knowing it'll never slow. Modus long before first life could begin, crossed the cosmic face of sun's starry glow. Time turns into weeks and melts into years. Years form a towering silent spiral. Solar powers play with our human fears, mortality is the prime denial. Each trip, thinking God is the Solar One...

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So In my Traveling Optimum trips Most astonishing Visiting states Up and down Highways Zoom 2/19/22 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022...

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little did we know there’s no such thing as perfection the more we’d grasp for it the further it got away perfection in one area meant neglect elsewhere why did nobody tell us life is all about balance just trying to give our best is all we can do never achieving illusive perfection but balancing what’s most important AP: Honorable Mention 2021 Posted on July 4, 2021...

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It was freezing so, and cold winds did blow As I walked slowly through the fallen snow But I slipped on some ice My keister paid the price Tried getting up, but down again I'd go 12-29-2020 Winter Snow Or Ice Limerick Contest Sponsor: Tania Kitchin...

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‘Tis twilight’s trips on dawn made sun errant, Go forth into time and pay due homage, And your return to silence is current, Those with weak goals are made less coherent, ‘Twas a toxic night pace turns back a page, ‘Tis twilight’s trips on dawn made sun errant, The shadow of friends faces on crescent, As the line grows, there will...

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fingertips typing and soul trips a beautiful crow on crescent stem sits a hot cup of wisdom from it he sips a golden leaf pray to never leave a womb of stories and a burden to conceive a digital nomad from face to face he made a book some search for how to look, some love how they look king of sand...

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When I was growing up in Wisconsin, dairy farms were everywhere. It was always fun visiting my aunt and uncle's dairy farm, even though they put me to work. For many years the only bathroom they had was away from the house! I read an article today about people complaining about smells...

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On bus trips for seniors, we go to watch a film or music show with walkers or cane umbrellas for rain galoshes in case there is snow! Arrive and we waddle 'cross floor and meet our trip guide by the door we follow in pairs pray hard for no stairs just walking dead flat is a chore! The show now begins with our cheers we sit,...

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Starry nights extol classical staccato hues as hawthorn winds pronounce timbers as magical. Starry nights extol classical violins sway as magical sentinels praising summers’ end. Starry nights extol classical staccato hues as hawthorn winds....

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This era of the ego,hashtags and selfies..and me me me... to the fore,impatience always knocking on my door. Instant this,instant that,self congratulation,superficial self expression..quickly,quickly..I've social media to explore. Insecurity underlines my every post, stamped for all to see. Where Respect..Respect is craven most..in this world of me.. My thoughts are running wild..Pity pity me..I've never grown up.. I'm immature... still just a child....

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Oh, yes, that time has surely come- the winter of our years; try keeping busy having fun and hang out with our peers. On senior bus trips off we go, the highlight of our day. But walkers and those footed canes sure do get in our way. Like ducklings waddling 'cross...

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EGO TRIPS -solutions to problems that do not exist You may hear me recite from my 4000+ PS anthology on youtube under my pen name ichthychiro.. catch my short forms @strandpoet on twitter.. read my kindle guides on amazon...

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there are so many trips that we take everyday they are not always pretty, but forever is etched in our foundation each night in bed, we smile and the hairs on my chin make your bosoms tingle though i do not say it a lot, i am happy to be here life for me is easier, and i comprehend...

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special trips mean much to one who feels no love from those one thought would...

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