#travel poems

[abrighterspark]

my city is so pretty

with its copper coiling roads,

glitter dust on hills

and golden river flows

[j-b-r]

XIII

There, in the evening's blue light beside the endless road, I knew who I was.

And I was more myself than ever I had been before.

[manwalksintobar]

Flying Into St. Louis  // Hayden Carruth

It is socked in. Can’t see a thing. Nor have I ever seen it before except once, driving east, when I passed through at night over the great river and saw lights and the tremulous arch like a phantasm through my off window. I was fighting sleep, alone and desperate, as Americans so often are. Yet my grandfather lived here. I never saw him either and my mother saw him only once after she was two years old, which was when he and my grandmother divorced in 1898 in New York City -- a rarity then. Years later my mother said, “He was a seedy businessman in St. Louis.” That’s all. A manufacturer of brandied cherries or souvenir ash trays? I don’t even know his name. But seedy enough he was to beget my mother, and thus one-quarter of my blood flowed from his veins, one-quarter of my genes came from his testicles. Is that where the madness came from then, the pain, the desperation? For sixty-five years I’ve blamed my mother and father, I’ve climbed their trees and lopped off their branches, I’ve held their words in my mind like cudgels. And it all may have been done by the stranger from St. Louis whose name I do not know. I walked through the thronged corridor of the fog-bound terminal alone and desperate and boarded the plane to San Francisco.

[harrison-abbott]

Bouts in Europe: Amazon.co.uk: Abbott, Harrison: 9798332990984: Books

[vexheart]

[jessicarockpoet]

poem: italy to switzerland by train

bright red serpent

climbing high in the sky,

slithering silently

from lush green valleys

to snow-covered peaks.

[sourabha]

Paris Poems: 6 – Château de Versailles

Paris Poems: 6 – Château de Versailles

winds hiss around its cornersthis is a creature with wingswith unbearable potential energy like it could simply uproot itself and fly awaythe replicas of great sculptures in the gardenwould they remain still if that happenedor would they come alive in astonishmentbreak into movement, into lifeLaocoön and his sons, too, perhapsunshackled from their agonyall is frighteningly still this early…

[nobeerreviews]

in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems

-- e. e. cummings

(Warszawa, Poland)

[tobelovedmostardently]

Scottish Highlands - Summer, 24

[thatsbelievable]

[junehart]

time travel told in five parts by judas h. ( @judas-redeemed ) image id in alt

[manwalksintobar]

The Open Sentence  // Denise Levertov

To look out over roofs of a different city—

steaming tiles, chimney pots, mansards, the gleam on distant spires if after a downpour—

To look out ( and the air freshens ) and say to oneself, Today . . .

[wordswithloveee]

[thewanderingconstellation]

Obsessive but still somewhat sane! Damian Wayne x Dimensional Time Traveling Prince! Danny Fenton

(Yet another poem:>)

In the shadows he was trained, a child of just eight,

By assassins, he learned to kill, to manipulate fate.

But amidst the darkness, a light did shine,

In the form of a boy, so handsome and fine.

Though eighteen in years, in truth he was but fourteen,

The child couldn't resist, his heart was so keen.

To win the older boy's love, his affection and care,

He tried to woo him, but the boy was aware.

Of the age gap between them, the difference so wide,

He only wanted friendship, to stay by his side.

But the child was determined, his love burning bright,

He would not give up, without putting up a fight.

The boy was kind, patient and true,

He tried to gently let the child down, but it was no use.

For the child's love was fierce, his devotion unmatched,

He refused to accept that their love was detached.

And so the story goes on, as the child's love grows,

Hoping one day, the boy's heart he'll expose.

In a world of darkness, in a game of deceit,

Love may conquer all, in this tale so sweet.

[loulouditoudromou]

Κι αν σ'αγαπώ κι εγώ σίγουρα δεν θα φύγω...

[l-o-v-e-b-u-g-b-a-b-y]

i love you, still. 11/17/23. <3