Voyage Poems | Examples of Voyage Poetry

The soul is a compass lost at sea, Searching for what it cannot see....

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Sailing solo is unsafe and it's not much fun one winds up talking to oneself before the day is done but a bad day on the water or so someone said beats a good day at the office (and I would know) snug in my bunk bed so gentlemen here's a tip for you as all good sailors do (when they want to wee believe you...

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Legacies of the now and the after Blossoms and glooms in a cycle A breech of sadness and laughter Thoughts of the past in the present The after life dreaded thoughts These are thoughts of the after life (Written 12/08/2024)...

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Tingling of tongue sent Euripides Questing a tastier kind of cheese. "I found cheddar magical," Said this poet tragical, "Sailing the southern antipodes.”...

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People think I am a separator of two sentence Surely, in my mind I have no vengeance, I am just a full stop to a line But I have more to gain, I am a small round mark But all can make me dark, I am just a short click And easily you can pick, I am a buzz forming a letter In fashion,...

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My mother dear, the world's our stage today, Let's celebrate in a vibrant, global way. For you, the sun around which my life does spin, A Mother's Day adventure, let the journey begin! First, Mexico's joy, a mariachi band's call, Awakening rhythms to enthrall. We'll feast on delights, a royal decree, In the land of vibrant celebration, just for...

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Mayst tell them, though they leave a sacred land, Where every inch with rich conception spanned, With diligence, in Hades mayst they find A path that to Elysian Fields doth wind. So many burdens, all the Earth now mars; So many pleasures, circumstance doth slay; Enough, I say, of all of this, be done. For what becomes of all your struggles here, But...

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My friends, it is a dismal thing At such an hour to pound and ring! Let others shiver if they must, I shall not greet a sky of rust! Let first the air be half so warm As in this covered nest I form. And then, perhaps, if need of it, I’ll lift an eye, and half-way sit. Forever slept, thou fiendish, foul-formed...

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An angel sent to visit us on Earth, The realm of bliss to this of grinding woe; What must she think to dwell in love's sad dearth? But angels need not think, for all they know. Perhaps she knows the meaning of it all, And softly beats her wings to sooth our cries; Perhaps she knows that mortal crises fall, And all...

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Have I turned to see your beautiful metal stiff body, that shines through the rivers of thoughts, I've seen you before. Entered and broken picture with no frame multidimensional portrait of my future lady thousand years and soulless time machine. Bring me back to you am I just a fool, for loving you, the flower has died, frozen ground and tough love,...

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After a tired labor of love day got on the Trane and after a few Miles I reached Monk later laying back travelling towards Sarah and Nina and after getting Dizzy headed West boarded Bird flying onto Art leaving me to ink this poetic flow I’m sharing with you before my melatonin MJQ disembark to peacefully Cannonball deeply into poetic gigging… ...

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Enrolling as a pirate is much harder than it seems, You’ll need to speak in present tense and chase your wildest dreams. Well, once you’ve trained a parrot and been measured for your hook, You have to plough through pages of the health and safety book. The pointed end’s the bow, whilst your rudder’s near the aft, Our crow’s...

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On the morrow ships will sail To roam beyond the hidden veil And brave the stormy seas to see If ships holds carry destiny Yet here we will to seaward keep The watch that holds our wandering feet From paths and fields and trees and thought Believing in the lies we've bought Waiting here on well worn quays To count the line of endless...

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She was just eight when she stood at the gate Looking at the distant sun moving with the clouds while the trees rock with the speed of the wind and heavens composed a wonderful hymn, it was the Sunday school song that was playing in her head of how the Roman Soldiers bury their dead when the battle ends. There...

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In better days of better ways we chanced upon the mind Of great and grand adventure, of great and grand design To sail the open seas coursing near and far Uncharted in the ways, unguided by the stars At the mercy of the wind we vied the stormy seas To mount the raging crests and weather in the lees Onward ever...

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