Travel To Poems - Poems about Travel To

On the way to Porto for a week's holiday, we drove through a pine forest a man planted forest the way each stood at a respectful distance from each other A year later in high summer, the forest took fire and when flames met on the road, cars were trapped and many people, and families, died in...

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Travel to Algarve Eight boxes in a row in the middle of a grimy room, boxes looking like each other. What’s in the boxes? The stale air of a perfumed boudoir? Or the sweet breeze of a passing butterfly? Wrapped boxes, one of them could be full of . If so, I hoped it would be horse manure, I...

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Listening to relaxing Celtic music, I travelled to another world, A whole new region, A place where there's no violence, But just peace, A place where humans and animals reside together, Those notes, that tune, that melody, Was just to soulful, It brought me to tears, And made me wonder, How would the world be,...

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IT WAS A PASS A DREAM TRAVELED DOWN A HORRIBLE SCENE FIRES AND NOISES CRIES, WITH TERRIBLE FLAMES UNKNOWN NAMES A DARK SCENE A NON WAY OUT CRIES WERE LOUD CREATURES RUNNING A DOWN ELEVATOR DOOR CLOSES SHUT DISFIGURED FACES BODIES BURNING A NON STOP PAIN AN EVERLASTING HURTING TORTURED, NO END LIFE IS AT A TERRIBLE SPIN FIRES WERE HIGH A NON VISUAL SKY EYES LIFTED WITH SORROW A NON THINK OF TOMORROW A DREAM A...

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Tribute to Travel to Manila Philippines and Make This Poor Old Lady Happy...Documentary Old wood in Manila ,Philippines In a narrow alleyway Old roof collapse Converted into a wall No doors But window panels An old, wooden ladder For stairs Grandma has fallen many a times Climbing up to the second floor To what is her house Her husband and...

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“Let us travel to the zoological garden, “ said she, born and bred in the eighteen hundreds. I had no idea what she meant. But she was dainty and beautiful. One of the prettiest ghosts I had ever met. I said, “Okay, let’s take my car.” I opened and shut her car door. She screamed when we began to move. She...

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My Travel to my Inside It is raining outside Water is running as flood in gutters But Inside I am burning in extreme heat It is a gate of palace Tons of gold and unlimited gems But inside I am in dirty rags Light showering moon in the sky and Cluster of twinkling stars But inside Blind dark forest Innumerable relations As father, mother and...

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It seemed that I dared To climb the stairs toward heaven Effort over a millennium, or was it timeless? A spiritual goal pursued in this endless universe No pure maidens in the reception line Just me, newly arrived, still in motion Without direction, decisiveness, where to advance? Torn between space, life and the ticking clock While the ultimate brain conjured, matriculated,...

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Travel to I thought about a weekend Plan with my guide to ride A park party of sun in a glass Water of fun in a shipping duck In a lake lab of food with the Flavours of color in a candle light tree of goosebumps stand Like a bed sheets on us stories of...

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The Voyage The big seagull sat on the bow of my rowing boat on my way to Argentina and Rosita, which...

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A Travel To The Millisecond One day while reaching within the millisecond squared With innocent intent to take me there to study An unplanned trip, a travel, unfolded I followed the paths of past and future all at once While frozen in the present To trace them at the moment they arrived It seemed like time stood still to feel the moment To...

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To my Dad... If I could travel to and fro The winds of change would meekly blow And Heaven's Gate, that opened wide Would stay shut tight, Dad at my side Our campfires, when the firelight danced You'd find me safe, wrapped in your glance Upon this path, which trail to take Close by my side, clear choice you'd make And when the future...

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How I Travel to the Moon As I sleep, I travel to the moon Do not know what to expect Or if I will be returning soon Surprise to say, some may think that this "planet" is a reject I find myself upon this escarpment Looking to the north, I see a glass building two stories tall This is a greenhouse, and...

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iif we drink the sweet nectar of the Gods we become immortal men thus we travel to the stars again...

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