Best Travel Poems

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
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The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,
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Indoors by technology, outdoors by speedy transport
I travel the world
Today in Japan, tomorrow in Rome,
Next day by an ancient civilization or in Hawaii or Coast Ivory,
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Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
'We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon.'
I ask, 'But how am I to get up to you? '
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And now you're mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.
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Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
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I take my wine jug out among the flowers
to drink alone, without friends.

I raise my cup to entice the moon.
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I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby's very
own world.
I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops
down to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows.
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I speak not
As I feel
Speaking is not essential
Silence speaks for itself
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As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat under the trees pondering upon the phenomena of the atmosphere, looking through the branches at the strewn stars which glittered like chips of silver upon a blue carpet; and I could hear from a distance the agitated murmur of the rivulet singing its way briskly into the valley.
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i am accused of tending to the past
as if i made it,
as if i sculpted it
with my own hands. i did not.
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When love flows between two yearning hearts,
Even Gods and angels listen,
As softly silence speaks,
And softly silence speaks.....
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Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
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A PROMISE to California,
Also to the great Pastoral Plains, and for Oregon:
Sojourning east a while longer, soon I travel toward you, to remain,
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In winter we’ll travel in a little pink carriage
With cushions of blue.
We’ll be fine. A nest of mad kisses waits
In each corner too.
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'Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumblyh castles and the statues and kings
But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.
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In sealed box cars travel
names across the land,
and how far they will travel so,
and will they ever get out,
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DOES the road wind uphill all the way?
   Yes, to the very end.
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
   From morn to night, my friend.
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We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship,
although it meant the end of travel.
Although it stood stock-still like cloudy rock
and all the sea were moving marble.
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God, God!
With a child’s voice I cry,
Weak, sad, confidingly—
God, God!
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UP with the sun, the breeze arose,
Across the talking corn she goes,
And smooth she rustles far and wide
Through all the voiceful countryside.
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If we were a rock 'n' roll band,
We'd travel all over the land.
We'd play and we'd sing and wear spangly things.
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Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour;
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,
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</>Dive deeply through the passages of my mind..
paths leading into the depth and warmth of my soul's home,
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Already, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream.
Love, grief, labour, must sleep now.
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Wrapped carefully in words, feelings
travel across the miles. Edgy fingers;
wait to kiss the heart of keyboard,
mindful of space bar.
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After traveling the universe,
I decided to travel my own earth,
carrying no luggage
Only my mind and heart!
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While we travel in a bus in journey of night,
We wait for early morning to see ray of light.
Crossing far distance of hundreds of miles,
With hope and pleasure a sleepy man smiles.
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Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tirèd;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expirèd.
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I have got out of my own control, I have fallen into unconsciousness; in my utter unconsciousness how joyful I am with myself!
The darling sewed up my eyes so that I might not see other than him, so that suddenly I opened my eyes on his face.
My soul fought with me saying, “Do not pain me”; I said, “Take your divorce.” She said, “Grant it”; I granted it.
When my mother saw on my cheek the brand of your love she cut my umbilical cord on that, the moment I was born.
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It has been a thousand years since I started trekking the earth
A huge travel in night’s darkness from the Ceylonese waters
to the Malayan sea
I have been there too: the fading world of Vimbisara and Asoka
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It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep,
For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away like sheep, --
They are trav'lers for the most part in a straight 'n' honest path;
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How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that case and that repose to say,
"Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!"
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UP with the sun, the breeze arose,
Across the talking corn she goes,
And smooth she rustles far and wide
Through all the voiceful countryside.
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The years roll by from girl to woman,
The years roll by from boy to man,
Then one of them will find the other,
A 'fusion' part of God's great plan.
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The prairie blows the grasses
And whips the horse’s mane.
They travel, horse and rider,
Through the sea of amber grain
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Heretics all, whoever you may be,
In Tarbes or Nimes, or over the sea,
You never shall have good words from me.
Caritas non conturbat me.
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When dead night descends on earth,
It is for sure someone is picked from his berth,
To travel safely to heavenly abode and reside,
Seek permanent refuge with all worries to subside,
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Take my hand and walk with me
Through this ever changing world.
Along unmarked paths that stretch ahead,
Where our lives become unfurled.
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I

I have discovered that most of
the beauties of travel are due to
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I cannot be known
Better than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep
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AS Love and Hope together
Walk by me for a while,
Link-armed the ways they travel
For many a pleasant mile -
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If I were a voice, a persuasive voice,
That could travel the wide world through,
I would fly on the beams of the morning light,
And speak to men with a gentle might,
And tell them to be true.
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It is your company in solitude I treasure,
Those are the imaginative moments of pleasure;
I long to be within your majestic universe ever,
To seek the creative bliss beyond measure;
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Some roads are rough and rocky
Some very narrow to get through
But whatever road I travel
It always leads back to you
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no travel agent
no travel schedule
no tickets taken
no luggage packed there in
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OUT of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me,
Whispering, I love you, before long I die,
I have travel'd a long way, merely to look on you, to touch you,
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How shall I wail, that wasn't meant for weeping?
Love has run and left me, oh, what then?
Dream, then, I must, who never can be sleeping;
What if I should meet Love, once again?
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‘Tis time to mend this wounded heart
Since it slowed to a miniscule beat
To see with my eyes the face of the world
And say ‘hello’ to all I greet.
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Look at all those monkeys
Jumping in their cage.
Why don't they all go out to work
And earn a decent wage?
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Mind does think with supersonic speed
Travel across the globe for future deed
Touch the unexplored area without any need
Store the data for further use and feed
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Sweetest of sweets, I thank you: when displeasure
Did through my body wound my mind,
You took me thence, and in your house of pleasure
A dainty lodging me assigned.
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A pity it is evening, yet
I do love the water of this spring
seeing how clear it is, how clean;
rays of sunset gleam on it,
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We shall have our little day.
Take my hand and travel still
Round and round the little way,
Up and down the little hill.
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Full of rebellion, I would die,
Or fight, or travel, or deny
That thou has aught to do with me.
O tame my heart;
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..the big WOMB!

Yes Women here in life have those Sacred wombs to give the Birth,
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As we travel Life's weary journey,
And plod through the gathering years,
With our burdens of care and sorrow,
O'er a pathway bedewed with tears.
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How shall I know, unless I go
To Cairo and Cathay,
Whether or not this blessed spot
Is blest in every way?
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Interior of the hand. Sole that has come to walk
only on feelings. That faces upward
and in its mirror
receives heavenly roads, which travel
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Endure what life God gives and ask no longer span;
Cease to remember the delights of youth, travel-wearied aged man;
Delight becomes death-longing if all longing else be vain.
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A wind, bringing willow-cotton, sweetens the shop,
And a girl from Wu, pouring wine, urges me to share it.
With my comrades of the city who are here to see me off;
And as each of them drains his cup, I say to him in parting,
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I think love's like a stranger
who beckons at your door..
To let him in will change your life
now and forever more….
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MILTON! thou shouldst be living at this hour:
   England hath need of thee: she is a fen
   Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,
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'Tis fine to see the Old World, and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumbly castles and the statues of the kings, --
But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.
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OUT from behind this bending, rough-cut Mask,
(All straighter, liker Masks rejected--this preferr'd,)
This common curtain of the face, contain'd in me for me, in you for
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Friend, let us touch each other with warm words.
Deep in the thicket, hear the evening birds
Talk of old sunsets quite content to be,
No more than what the naked eye can see.
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SWALLOWS travel to and fro,
And the great winds come and go,
And the steady breezes blow,
Bearing perfume, bearing love.
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If we see better through tiny,
grim glasses, we like to wear
tiny, grim glasses.
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Darkness like midnight from the sobbing woods
Clamours with dismal tidings of the rain
Roaring as rivers breaking loose in floods
To spread and foam and deluge all the plain
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Lost memories I seek to find
In dusty caverns of my mind -
To travel those abraded trails
Then lift those misty tattered veils
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As dew leaves the cobweb lightly
Threaded with stars,
Scattering jewels on the fence
And the pasture bars;
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Imagine, mother, that you are to stay at home and I am to travel
into strange lands.
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Oft an adults with childish mentality do marriage
With an aim to travel in life’s joyful carriage.
On fate’s tortuous road of uncertainty
With an aim to sing life’s joyous ditty
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Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy brav'ry in their rotten smoke?
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What's become of Waring
Since he gave us all the slip,
Chose land-travel or seafaring,
Boots and chest or staff and scrip,
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Oh, if a tree could wander
and move with foot and wings!
It would not suffer the axe blows
and not the pain of saws!
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Wrinkles in time
trite phrase yet true
where life creates chaos
it leaves wrinkles in you
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I jumped on the train
I left this old town
I escaped the rain
I'm no longer down
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I was a harness horse,
Constrained to travel weak or strong,
With orders from oppressing force,
Push along, push along.
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ants
work night and day
gather foods for rainy days
busy bodies they are
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"Do I believe," sayest thou, "what the masters of wisdom would teach me,
And what their followers' band boldly and readily swear?
Cannot I ever attain to true peace, excepting through knowledge,
Or is the system upheld only by fortune and law?
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If a sit still long enough
And focus...really focus
I begin to shrink
In size...until I'm tiny...tiny...tiny...
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Smooth it glides upon its travel,
Here a wimple, there a gleam--
O the clean gravel!
O the smooth stream!
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Created from potter's clay
Breathed into His spirit
Sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch endowed.
While is purified-
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Now is the law of the Overland that all in the West obey --
A man must cover with travelling sheep a six-mile stage a day;
But this is the law which the drovers make, right easily understood,
They travel their stage where the grass is bad, but they camp where the grass is good;
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On a full moon night, when the tide is rising
one after the other, like poetry in motion
I feel something in my heart
And my face feels a million kisses.
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When I face north a lost Cree
on some new shore puts a moccasin down,
rock in the light and noon for seeing,
he in a hurry and I beside him
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My spirit will not haunt the mound
Above my breast,
But travel, memory-possessed,
To where my tremulous being found
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How's the little chap to know
Just the proper roads to go
If you never travel with him
While he's little, hand in hand?
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Life is full of challenges
Which people do face
Life comes and goes
Just as the season changes
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The secrets of ancient history, and astral travel
Amazing and awesome stories, begin to unravel
Unveiling the healing of today, in it's different stages
The time is now, to open books, to all the pages
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Quest of dreams in old tale,
Of towering ideals once heard,
Lost in the ceaseless time travel,
Dreams turning stale and cold,
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I often sit alone and think,
brood over and speak to myself.
These small moments lift silence
within the self, do help.I stay.
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Say we can meet
in the astral place,
then I can travel
deaths dark corridoor
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Stars, that on your wondrous way
Travel through the evening sky,
Is there nothing you can say
To such a little child as I?
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THE silent room, the heavy creeping shade,
The dead that travel fast, the opening door,
The murdered brother rising through the floor,
The ghost's white fingers on thy shoulders laid,
And then the lonely duel in the glade,
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Across the Queensland border line
The mobs of cattle go;
They travel down in sun and shine
On dusty stage, and slow.
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I am a night traveler
Travel all through the night
And my bed is a sailing boat
I reach for my bed every night
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