Tourist Poems

Tourist poems bring the best collection of short and long tourist poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great tourist rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these tourist poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on tourist are here for you.

From The Eyes Of A Tourist

From The Eyes Of A Tourist long poem

It was an elated evening Full of excitement and emotions filled, when my flight was landing Welcoming climate was pleasant but grew chilled It was my very first visit to Srinagar Which is acclaimed as a paradise on Earth When

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The Caribbean Sea

The Caribbean Sea short poem

The bright blue Caribbean sea Stretches out for all to see. A trail of Islands at its feet, Any tourist would its natives greet. So if you ever consider taking a vacation. Consider one of those beautiful places. Primarily Belize,

Hell Of A Show

Hell Of A Show short poem

They’re playing jazz in Leavenworth, ersatz Bavarian tourist trap of Washington State, a brittle-fingered quartet sentenced to the cellar of a failed Bierpalast fake snow sweating down the cinder block walls. the musicians don’t care; music coats their stomachs extra

Holy Knot And Germany My Dream Land

Holy Knot And  Germany My Dream Land long poem

“Holy knot” Marriage is like a book of suspense, Each day contains romance and turbulence. You are excited what is next, You try your level best to prove the best. Sometimes you want to read its climax, But you have

Death Is Immortal

Death Is Immortal short poem

hide me in these walls… shield me even, try your best to cloak me from it.. but it won’t work. death is coming. death is coming at a pace we do not know…whether slowly or quickly it will reach its

Sat To Chat!

Sat To Chat! short poem

At the end of the elated visit Around the mind moving marble mausoleum -Taj Mahal I was unconvinced to leave and got a place to sit As excited to enjoy the environment, withal It was the inside on the right,

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Why Do I Write?

Why Do I Write? short poem

Poetry is the heat, a part of my flame, it keeps me cool, envelopes in a frame. Am I sentimental, idle and worthless guy? Feeling keeps me human, passions let me fly. A force compels me to etch on papers

Beautiful Eyes

Beautiful Eyes short poem

Hey, what is that your cold piercing gaze searching for? After breaking my heart into pieces, what you sailed away for I hope I will find you someday, somewhere at some someplace But love is what you are, you don’t

Depression

Depression long poem

staring at these four walls of the house that was once my home, I’m in this corner all alone well being alone is fine it’s being lonely that’s not quite so divine I’m in a constant battle with my mind

My Simple Song

My Simple Song short poem

Beneath the blue sky on open lands I blow a reed a tune so simple yet very sweet With me hums the wind and each wisp of grass wafting puffs around me softly rustling leaves and swish of small weeds

The Bro You All Knew

The Bro You All Knew ballad

He will grant you those wishes And make them come true In the blink of an eye Gold and silver for you The price you must pay Costs more everyday Not valued in money Nor formed out of clay Stolen

The Wall

The Wall ballad

All that remained was the Wall after the war poking its head through the rubble. While the remnant scoured for meaning a child made its way to the Wall where the guns shot to death, her very own. She stared,

Bound By Ceiling

Bound By Ceiling short poem

Sitting at the edge of a bubble uncooled, trying to light an eternal flame of anonymity; counter the wrangler, one skull in each hand, of ancestors, you prepare for the crime of breaking the umbilical cord. Ostracized, you forge the

Contradiction Of The Fifth Of July

Contradiction Of The Fifth Of July short poem

Walking down Fifteenth Avenue trying to ease the cramped claws of plantar fasciitis out of my foot sun is juice-orange above the horizon keeping a constant shade creeping up the sky there is shredded paper in the gutters firecracker red

Unfeelable

Unfeelable ballad

writers don’t die, they only get buried said me to myself when i was worried i don’t have a soul, i am the soul, i just have an anatomy actually the world is an academy closer to me and closer

Education Today

Education Today short poem

Education ought to bring us out of dark Ought to take us to lights bright Ought to enrich our knowledge And make our cognitive powers sharp. But is it true of it today? Does it open new vistas? Does it

Angel’s Lullaby

Angels Lullaby short poem

Little one, resting cozily in my care, Sleep and dream. Little one, nestled in my arms, Forget about the struggles of today. You are in my safekeeping; Nothing will ever harm you. You have been placed in my guidance, And

Alphabetic Wheel of Life

Alphabetic Wheel of Life short poem

ZOETROPED – that’s how I feel – or like YARN upon Dame Kismet’s wheel XANSTHOPSIC mellow is the mood WHICH jaundices not my attitude VERISIMILOUS is what I am ULTIMATELY just a man TRUE to myself and the chosen few

Growing up

Growing up prose poem

This morning at the town square, little orphaned children gathered to listen to stories and lies left behind by last night’s lovers. On one of the benches by the fountain, one of the children, a little girl with a clogged

Longing Hearts

Longing Hearts short poem

Faint is my expression, out of breath, chastised and drowned in whirl pools of confusion. Neither here nor am I there, in the clouds or the bottom of the ocean, whirl pools of confusion. A year be a day, an

Melancholic Evenings

Melancholic Evenings short poem

The melancholic evening Knocks at the dusk And my heart skips a beat Prepares for the gloom This transiting hour Holds the key to The gloom of the past Rubbing off the future The key clicks in the lock The

Among The Flowers

Among The Flowers short poem

Evergreen Love never bows – to flowers from vixens. Poised by the warmth of two hearts; fighting gossip with kindness. It walks on trust between two souls- tracked by wolves lost to its fragrance! With honesty, it sheds greedy tendencies-

I Love You

I Love You short poem

I wonder what I can do To tell you how much I want you To let you know how important you are to me If I could dance for the empress And mingle with the beauty pageants Just to tell

John Lennon Is Still Near

John Lennon Is Still Near ode

Where are you John? They ask they say John is still near, he is on my way Along the road and every while Up in the sky I see his smile In the empty space his sound vibrates I feel

Motivation In Charges

Motivation In Charges short poem

Charges, a poignant word brimmed with an electric power. that possesses a bitter venom with a dual quality that makes one pessimistic and the other optimistic who deems charges as challenges towards an indelible fame. Yes, the same charges in

Pain Whispers

Pain Whispers short poem

We’re so different and unknown We absent mindedly pass each other My heart drops tears when you don’t even notice me You’re like a rock No feelings attached to anyone But pain whispers… When I see you with other girls

War

War short poem

It is a real fact, War is nothing but a foolish act. A bitter and waste of life war lays. That must say, war pays only grudge and strife. What a helplessness, all feel, what a dark day is seen

Faithful You Faithless Weather

Faithful You Faithless Weather short poem

She plays in rain like a queen Such a beauty, such a teen World dreams yet to be seen Smart enthralled, lean and keen Touch of rain is touch of class Water can be seen in a glass How can

The Golden Mother

The Golden Mother long poem

The Golden Mother In her tommy, I had lain for three hundred days, a single, but multi-purpose room; there I slept and played there I ate and bathed. A blanket that warmed me in winter the linen that refreshed me

Inevitable Incarnations

Inevitable Incarnations short poem

Another one it seems has wilted to popular appeal, Ever first yet never last become victims of the boardroom deal, Sunshine blessed them youthful days when many a loyalist kneel, But still you didn’t refrain from catering to this radio

16th Of July

16th Of July ballad

Played in the hills of another world`s land, Spent the nights reading in my room but always dreamed about lying in the sand. Then one evening between 15th and 17th of July, With his wings so heavy and attire so

I Thee Wed

I Thee Wed short poem

She wasn’t taller than her doll-house. She was still writing to Santa Claus. Dark curly hair and wide open eyes she piously kneeled piercing the skies. She smiled to Heaven and silently said: ‘With this heart I Thee wed! ‘.

Where Did I Go Wrong

Where Did I Go Wrong short poem

Well you won my heart even tho it was hard for you to do Then you broke my heart after I had fallen madly Head over heels for you so I wonder was it me, did I Do something wrong…I

My Mistake

My Mistake short poem

Conceived in love’s folded wings: I sit and watch him from the next table – fair-haired and impish, he swings his sturdy little legs. “Don’t fidget, darling! You’ll fall off your chair…” The words should have come from my mouth.

Paint

Paint short poem

Today I feel like writing, No pen, no quill, no ink. Today I will write with colors I will need a palatte. Let’s use some bright blue, Let the sky fill our soul. Umber – no, use light brown, Make

Candlelight

Candlelight short poem

Magic by CANDLELIGHT every night I’m sending my love to you oooh Knock, knock on wood just like the Oracles of Sybille and Wi-Fi of Delphi It’s a triple star path on a pale pony Ride, back to moon shadow

Purple Gaze

Purple Gaze short poem

I traced the patterns, Under the clear moonlight. So lovingly held, In the heat of, The purple gaze. The upturned contours- Defined- Sharp- In their arrogance. Craggy- In its silvery silhoutte. Perhaps, It was the last time, I set my

Moved On

Moved On short poem

Memories that remind me of you, Get me all teary and blue, Putting at rest all that was gone, I have moved on, Moved on. The feigned vows and sham feelings, Loads of lies and deceitful dealings, Putting at rest

Dying Screams

Dying Screams short poem

Shall we go like innocents with heavy breathing in the pool of blood to find the inner-connectivity of a boldly beautiful death? In the open pit of an ancient gold mine? There was a loss of hidden dance, in the

Police

Police long poem

As a kid I always fancied to don the Role of police I visualised police as a superman who can tame any bad guy with ease I believed only God and policeman can protect us from thieves I grew up