Excursion Poems

Excursion poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of excursion poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on excursion are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Pilgrims

Pilgrims long poem

We found the kid outside of McCleary walking in a daysuit like some land owner off some nineteenth-century hacienda he got in the car stinking of moss and unwashed armpits there were at least two kinds of fluff in his

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Jet Lagged Wal-Mart In Florida

Jet Lagged Wal Mart In Florida short poem

There are indigenous children in every basket surly shopping at 10:00 PM as if single parents have taken refuge from the pounding rain among the long aisles of cheap goods, undifferentiated blue-white light. They want to go home there’s not

Woods And Trees

Woods And Trees long poem

In late Spring when heros scream A source of sophistication from faint misery Inside the thwart hidden silence of the pivotal solace of my mind With mind blowing excursion toward the legally blind inside Woods in growing habitation & silence

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Don’t Let Me Leave…

Don’t Let Me Leave... long poem

Since when, Haven’t you smiled, I wish I had known. Since when, Have you been drinking away, Swallowing your fears, Treasuring your tears.. I wish I had known. I stand in front of you, And I cannot stop the endless

Don’t want this world of yours

Dont want this world of yours short poem

To wail uncontrollably, to sob till it hurts, to beat myself till I go numb, and can’t feel the senses anymore. To lie naked on a bare floor, with no recollection of passing time, to be kicked again and again

Good Morning

Good Morning short poem

As the sun beats down on another glorious day, the blackbirds are singing in their sweet little way. The world is still and my mind is at peace, how I pray for this stillness as it offers such release. The

The Imitation Sounds-their Sounds

The Imitation Sounds their Sounds long poem

The Imitation Sounds- Their Sounds: Like lion he roars, growls like a male tiger warning intruder or a bear on prowl for vengeance. He gibbers like an ape, chatter as a monkey, screams like a chimpanzee. Do you bark like

Are You An Angel?

Are You An Angel? short poem

Your eyes are dreamy like a bright night. Or the sun’s reflection on oceans and seas. Your kisses are sweet heavenly bliss, like standing in a forest full of trees, inhaling the summer’s breeze heavenly mist. Your touch makes my

Aesop’s Fable: The Caged Bird And The Bat

Aesops Fable: The Caged Bird And The Bat short poem

An Aesop’s Fable A humming bird sweet-toned and silvery In a cage, trapped, sang a somber song In the ebony-dark, dismal night… Sang she ne’er in hours of daylight A bat as dusky as a blackbird’s wing Was enchant’d by

We Were There

We Were There short poem

We were there, when the whistling of rifles blew And the hats of the old man into the sky they flew The cries were so awful Like the sting of a bee it was painful Yet they called for a

Lonely Island

Lonely Island ballad

On a small island cast away Lost in thought lonesome I stay Early stars shining in the evening sky Where am I, alone I wonder Why? Lonesomeness beckoning fear I see A magical book appears from the blue Emitting rays

I refuse

I refuse short poem

I refuse to follow you. I refuse to borrow your words, your ideas, your beliefs. Limiting preachings of fragmented minds. I refuse to follow you. I refuse to adopt your meanings,  interpretations, definitions. Confining parameters, conditioning. I refuse to follow

I believe in you

I believe in you long poem

I believe the ‘wee of a day’ Is the early morning when The babes are still sleeping The cocks have not yet crowed Hounds are just coming from the hunt Owls have not yet started dreaming. I believe the ‘wee

High On Poems

High On Poems short poem

Emotions and feelings traverse through minds of thinkers, Each of the moment spent on thinking paves way unto the goal of joy, Smile is the way once shared and expressed, Laughter is the sign of experienced felt and voiced, May

Closer To God, Further From Heaven

Closer To God, Further From Heaven long poem

Closer to God, further from Heaven; I have faith in you to ruin everything. Heaven can’t exist if our life is like this; I have no faith in you, because I live in this abyss. If you want to make

Reincarnation

Reincarnation sonnet poems

My bafflement forces my day to waste, Shall I for them or for my eyes alone Or for a purpose yet abstruse, go on – Another serving of this bitter taste? Yes sinner I am trying to be chaste, fixated,

Thor

Thor short poem

Many a God dwells in the great world tree of the Asgards But the strongest one of them all is the one who holds The power of storms wrathful in the palm of his hands You can hear his voice

Love Sonnet 218

Love Sonnet 218 sonnet poems

Our tryst in time, a happenstance gone by, Went all so well and sweet, but very swift, My heart, in sorrow did nothing but cry, On rivers of its tears it’s now adrift; Short were those days, the sun made

Ghosts of Anguish

Ghosts of Anguish short poem

Will the ghosts ever lie down and rest they rose from the anguish of the soul in an instant of morbid pain and they have kept him haunted. He walks like a zombie trying to escape the wrath they inflict

Faces Of Life

Faces Of Life short poem

Life is tricky Some feel miserable for unknown reason While some feel upbeat for no reason Life is a dancer It makes you jump in Ecstasy and it makes you fall in agony Life is a mystery You know not

Dreams

Dreams long poem

Dreams: dreams Very dangerous dreams die, The absence of a target, the obsession to be buried in a pile of sand, Wake up in the morning to carry around all day life, Curse lives on in the night and go

The ghost train

The ghost train short poem

On the train that rides alone along this track of skin and bone, find locations to us unknown – the Ghost Train comes. Sitting, staring, watching paths of lives unfolding, to me just laughs – the Ghost Train comes. Darker

To My Friend

To My Friend short poem

To my friend She glows with a glimmering giggle that lingers in my mind that surpasses even fragrance of fair Jasmine her benign grin, a mark of charity wins the souls of all in unanimity. Her abode is a mansion

Wish You Were There

Wish You Were There short poem

How I wish you were there To share with me the glow of the morning sun To listen to the birds twitter And the leaves rustle in the trees. How I wish you were there, when I Prepare to face

Alone On The Lonely Island

Alone On The Lonely Island prose poem

All alone on the lonely Island, I feel I am left alone. I keep murmuring , Hoping someone listens to me. There’s no one to laugh with, No one to sing with me. I wonder why am I alive, when

The Woman Sweeping Her Step

The Woman Sweeping Her Step short poem

Every morning she sweeps the dust That settles there on the step at her door And evening too again she must Sweeping away the dust from her door The dust of the trucks, the dust of our boots The dust

Mistakes

Mistakes short poem

MISTAKES I often wondered why Eraser shrinks gradually to vanish for ever I realised that the more mistake I did while doing Home work, the more I have to use the eraser to correct my mistakes I never for a

The Last Look

The Last Look short poem

Humanity, oh humanity, you lay dead before us Growing us numb with the terror of silence. Staggering we go towards your grave Burying you in earth that will never let you rot Like the decay of the mind that took

Forever

Forever long poem

I Death doesn’t hurry it knows where we will be knows everything comes back to where it started like any small town Napoleon just keeps building its tower of crap and waits for the flies to return II Death is

Model Girl

Model Girl short poem

Beneath the lipstick, make-up and behind the smile, She is just a model who poses before you; for a while; Between the lines; below the sentences; She domains, Dressed up in white, with an angelic look; she remains. Human or

The Score

The Score short poem

I have thoughts, ideas. They well up from within. We all have thoughts, ideas, welling up from who knows where. Many unique, having meaning. Unique meaning. Our world, all around, pulsating with such thoughts, ideas. Bubbling in a cauldron, mixing,

Unrequited Love

Unrequited Love short poem

I want to lean back on you With your arms around my neck The soft kisses and the sweet peck. O for the love of my Angel! I want to be with you. I want to hold your hand, In

Ready

Ready short poem

The memories’ hands embrace me suffocating, I feel like dying and the sadness’ body revives- Phantasm haunting my territories… It’s raining and I’m seeping through the grass, Abandoning myself to a waiting of a sun That might not rise for

The Colour Umber

The Colour Umber short poem

The umber colour is not any colour but all three at the same time, and to be any colour like a plain old blue, well be so inclined, and to tell a colour from another colour you must never be

Global Oxygen Fountain’s Pulse

Global Oxygen Fountain’s Pulse short poem

Is it too late to start now? Those above and those below Guard the rainforest Keep it safe the remaining nest Aboriginals who are living there Endangered by traders and issues declare Decimating the forest Toxic is their lust To

At The Final Resting Place

At The Final Resting Place long poem

waves of seaweed kept the boat locked to the shore wrapped like a tightly wound bow. I tried to find a knife and cut the seaweed from the boat my son and daughter were there for the family vacation we

Alive In Poetry

Alive In Poetry long poem

Have you given birth? If you have written poetry then you have It doesn’t matter if you are young or old Man or woman Tall or short Poets give life to words Everyday, in every way, everywhere In a hectic

Emptiness.

Emptiness. short poem

Life is swiftly passing by No one has time to look back Or no one is ready to think What has happened in the past. Go back to your own past, You will see an emptiness every where. Its the

And then darkness descends

And then darkness descends short poem

And then darkness descends. Full-throated with grains of void, It descends heavily like tar Down the deepest recesses Of night. Flows into its pores, choking, Deafening, blinding the eager Dark, receptive but stiff body Of a virgin night. Deflowering it

Lilypad

Lilypad short poem

Sitting by the river bank letting my thoughts float too. A frog hopped off a lilypad, sat beside me and said, “hello you” Me being polite I replied “Hi, Hello you too” “Release me from my bondage girl. Just a