Adventure Poems
Rowing for Home
by Richard Randolph
We cut the mooring lines
and quietly paddled into the bay.
The ocean dared us onward
there was nothing left to say.
The stars, those distant travelers,
silently guided us on our way.
“Looks pretty rough,” old Johnson noted,
and spit defiantly into the sea.
“We’ll never make it,” the young ensign asserted,
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A Moment Too Beautiful to Pass
by Oscar Auliq-Ice
A leaf falls softly from the tree,
Drifting gently to the ground below,
Its journey ends, but it's free,
To dance and play with the wind's flow.
The sun shines down upon the earth,
Glistening on the dewy grass,
The world awakens with new birth,
A moment too beautiful to pass.
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Seven Up
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Gold dawn came early
Seven bluebirds on rouge skies
rising up in song
Discovery awaited
on lavender streets up high
Cool breezes were caught
on a 7am flight
Green trees fell away
Sunup had soon turned orange
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A Place of Peace
by Oscar Auliq-Ice
In a world of noise and haste,
I find solace in a quiet space,
Where the whispers of the wind,
Are the only sounds that begin.
Amidst the chaos of the day,
I yearn for a place to stay,
Where the stillness of the night,
Is the only companion in sight.
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Journey
by Okunola iyanuoluwa
In the road in my car i am,
I turn the dial, searching for a familiar tune,
Jazz, a pop, any instruments to bring my sustenance,
Miles pass, the road stretching endlessly ahead,
Static takes over, silencing the music,
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Der Zug aus Orient
by Mario Odekerken
Er kommt nicht laut,
kein Pfeifen,kein Rattern,
nur das Flimmern der Luft
und der Duft von Gewürzen,
die Geschichten erzählen.
Fenster spiegeln Landschaften,
die nicht vergehen,
nur weiterziehen,
wie Gedanken in der Dämmerung.
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First Glimpse of the Rockies
by Kevin Schroeder
First Glimpse of the Rockies
I saw them first as whispers—shadows drawn
Where sky met stone in silent, steadfast grace,
Ancient sentinels of time long gone,
Yet breathing still in morning’s warm embrace.
Their rugged peaks, unbowed, unbroken,
Carved by wind and story’s weight,
A quiet hymn in rock unspoken,
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12. Limbo
by Kea Campbell
I want to die,
But not really,
And, ironically, that's the tragic part.
I want to feel, but only content.
I want to taste, but only sweet.
I want to see, but only beauty.
I want to live,
But not really,
And, ironically, that's the tragic part.
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Rowing for Home
by Richard Randolph
We cut the mooring lines
and quietly paddled into the bay.
The ocean dared us onward
there was nothing left to say.
The stars, those distant travelers,
silently guided us on our way.
“Looks pretty rough,” old Johnson noted,
and spit defiantly into the sea.
“We’ll never make it,” the young ensign asserted,
......
The Slopes of Kilimanjaro
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
From the lofty snowcapped peaks
of Kilimanjaro
The morning mist envelopes its verdant foothills in a tight embrace,
No need to hurry, this is not a race,
Beads of sunlight dancing across the glistening dew.
As the plains of Amboseli reveal their golden hue,
There's movement spied where none existed moments prior,
A herd of Zebra lounging in their elegant attire,
The lush grasslands beckoning them for yet another day.
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