Travel Poems
Ulysses
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
Life to the lees. All times I have enjoy'd
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
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Moon Flowers
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a questing, experienced astronaut, on the way to languid, red Mars,
The huge, white sun was my companion, and unobstructed views of stars.
I was enjoying the continuous, pleasant journey, like the driving vacation,
As you set out in dawn, rosy sun, soon finding yourself in another nation.
A rapt, glorious moon was ever nearer, like flowers crowding into summer,
On the retreating blue and white planet, so silent tonight, as if in slumber.
Beloved faces wafted through my mind, for they were all very proud of me,
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The Mores
by John Clare
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene
Bespread with rush and one eternal green
That never felt the rage of blundering plough
Though centurys wreathed spring's blossoms on its brow
Still meeting plains that stretched them far away
In uncheckt shadows of green brown, and grey
Unbounded freedom ruled the wandering scene
Nor fence of ownership crept in between
To hide the prospect of the following eye
Its only bondage was the circling sky
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The Road Of Life
by Homer Harris
Every body wants their life to be
Sunny skies and rainbows.
but they fail to realize where the
sun always shines there is no water below.
And they need a little rain to get the rainbow.
So as you travel on the road of life remember this.
There will be times that it's rough and
times that it's smooth, and sometimes you win.
Sometimes you lose.
Everybody wants their life to be a bed of roses
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Felitsa
by Gavrila Romano Derzhavin
God-like Tsarevna
Of the Kirgiz-Kaisatskii horde!
Whose wisdom matchless
Opened the true path
To young Prince Khlor
To go up on that high peak
Where the rose without thorns grows,
Where virtue dwells:
It takes my spirit and mind prisoner,
Tell me how to find it.
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desert dreams
by Sarah A
i can’t stop dreaming of the desert; penchants of empty spaces and rare faces
no destination in mind i just drive
i can’t stop dancing in between
the middle of everyone i meet;
i never leave the door open
and so no one ever peeks
i don’t know what i am
or where i’m going
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family road trip
by Sarah A
prayers for roadkill
fifty states of license plates
home is the journey
Moon Flowers
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a questing, experienced astronaut, on the way to languid, red Mars,
The huge, white sun was my companion, and unobstructed views of stars.
I was enjoying the continuous, pleasant journey, like the driving vacation,
As you set out in dawn, rosy sun, soon finding yourself in another nation.
A rapt, glorious moon was ever nearer, like flowers crowding into summer,
On the retreating blue and white planet, so silent tonight, as if in slumber.
Beloved faces wafted through my mind, for they were all very proud of me,
......
Meet You in the Skies
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Once when I was traveling across azure sky,
I was startled to see a lone giraffe going by,
It roamed with grace, head up in the clouds,
As if born to be remote, from earthy crowds.
In my hot air balloon, I got a bird's eye view,
The giraffe looked straight into my eyes, too!
I went all around the world in my red balloon,
Yet, that was the finest sight, like June moon.
Ever Afternoon
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
We were embarked on a fruitful mission, to explore a far, distant world,
In the halcyon days, since wars had ceased, like confetti colors hurled.
Our magical spaceship was comfortable, and it afforded stunning views,
Much like the lovely, luminous nebulae, endless night's colorful tattoos.
The passing stars told a thrilling story, that we had been traveling long,
Like a silver bird, patiently soaring, to rejoin the sweet summer throng.
I really missed my big family, and our flower strewn, so faraway street,
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