Vacation Poems

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

Vacation

Vacation prose poem

Sun glistening off the tropical bay. White cotton balls float by reflecting Suns rays. Surf down below melodically soothing the way. Vistas of ocean from the left to the right, spotted with green jewels enhancing the sight Sea birds floating

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Poems containing references to : Vacation

The Lake City – Nainital

The Lake City   Nainital long poem

Welcome,welcome,welcome, Welcome to Paradise Welcome to Nainital. A heaven on earth, Sun-kissed mountains. Yachting,boating on serene lakes, The charming lakes and splendid landscapes. The most beautiful romantic place, In the Lake District of India. Nainital is the Majestic Queen of

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,

Endless Story Of A Shadow Fleeing

Endless Story Of A Shadow Fleeing short poem

The street lamp validated it. I’m single, sui generis, without partner, lost entirely in self. East, up the street, no shadow cast. Turning this way and that a black specter, once sewn to my heel, deserted me. Under the lamp,

Happy Summer

Happy Summer short poem

It’s time to put the shades on, And plan for a vacation. Time to Change the wardrobe, And fight with the microbe. Time to bear the sun stroke, And soothe yourself by coke. Time to prevent the skin from tan,

Middle Class Blues

Middle Class Blues short poem

Waking to dark An eel slithering Stand at bed’s end Quiet as a mote Not even a ripple In someone’s dream Washing, sleep dripping Pooling at the ankles Cold towel and foggy Mirror the radiator Reveille not yet begun Dressing

I Want A Tuesday Kind Of Love

I Want A Tuesday Kind Of Love prose poem

I want a Tuesday kind of love. The sort of thing that involves little dreaming and scheming; the sort of thing that comes paired with too-strong coffee and too-loud songbirds and the drone of the news at 6 a.m. or

Florentine Cafe

Florentine Cafe long poem

Sippin’ on a cup of Latte in a Florentine cafe I was plannin’ on how to spend my day… When you walked over and asked me if this seat was taken, I looked up from my pen and paper and

Landscapes

Landscapes long poem

Her presence was like being breathless; skydiving over a foreign land you’d only seen in photos but admired, longing to visit in the cool unfamiliar majesty of a new landscape. She looked at me, and before anyone else could move,

An Old Rose

An Old Rose long poem

When a rose turns old petals fall but the rose bud remains and its beauty and fragrance leaves a lasting impression in our minds Sure the beauty and fragrance of a rose lasts but briefly but the rose garden goes

So Much Over A Cup Of Coffee

So Much Over A Cup Of Coffee short poem

It is said to have goodness, It could be enjoyed with or without sweetness. Having coffee is the time, To discuss issues which are prime. Watching children play, Or granny flaunting the pot she made out of clay. Putting a

Van Halen

Van Halen short poem

Van Halen a young kid running the streets of California Brother Alex playing on the pots & pans In time young Eddie bought a guitar hoping in his heart he’ll go far Although from that scene many years had passed

Growing Old

Growing Old prose poem

It’s crazy how when we are young we have no care in the world. We live freely and just for today. We don’t think about tomorrow unless it’s a sleepover. friends party. concert. vacation, or school break. When we are

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

Little Things Matter

Little Things Matter long poem

The world is a race If you want to succeed, pick up your pace Keep running, focus, put in extra hours, fly solo But doesn’t this make you feel empty and hollow? Be yourself, be silly, be alive, spread joy

Last Bus To Lagos

Last Bus To Lagos long poem

Crashing lives Flashing lights Living rights Leaving by night I am coming straight from the pages like your favorite author I am coming alive a sculpture from the hands of your favorite sculptor People asking for things that are impossible

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Always Be Happy In This Wonderful World

Always Be Happy In This Wonderful World short poem

Observe not to hold anything your own Struggle and playing in the midst of heart Never feed them any Let them nourish themselves They take the time they need and perish or vanish Instead, fill it with a fruitful thought

The Girl At The Lagoon

The Girl At The Lagoon short poem

I watched her as she swam across the lagoon And her smile much brighter than the moon. The clam breeze in the air whispered gently, As if a marching band played a loving tune. I was quickly invited into the

White Fear

White Fear short poem

Poetry wound and a large schism starts an invasion. Numbness pours out. You become nobody; depart without a farewell. A crazy word is lost and a delirious search is initiated. Bit by bit coexistence is found between the sheets. Unwrap

I Love…

I Love... short poem

I love… Paris in the summer, Bombay in the rains Cotton candy clouds, trees drooping over river bends Rickety trains, Topsy-turvey roller coasters Mountain mists, seeing the ocean meet the sky Rainbows (even without the pot of gold), loud thunder

Shared Heaven

Shared Heaven short poem

For the dream slaves the incense has become a moon for the alchemic effect of tear’s stain in erotic war. Ask a mooner, will he bring her to bed for a song to measure the cantus between flight of strings

The Question That Eludes Us

The Question That Eludes Us prose poem

It’s not the answer but the question that eludes us Leaving us no choice but to render an answer Without knowing the reason Like some sandy trail that the wind has obliterated In a vast and infamous desert Having nothing

A Shadow At Midnight

A Shadow At Midnight short poem

A Shadow moves in the corner of the eye, Sending a chill through the warm summer sky, Rustling trees seem to whisper your name, Doubling back from whence they came. Your footsteps match the thuds behind, You stop and turn

Madam Marcelene Gomes

Madam Marcelene Gomes ballad

When my self , apart roams , My conscience recalls madam Marcelene Gomes. My teacher at St. Bartholomew’s school, Who taught us the virtuous rule. A fine and devoted teacher, Humanity and spiritual preacher. A woman of strict conduct, Employing

Thoughts

Thoughts short poem

Thoughts…like the errant schoolchild slither away from the channeled course on to vistas new and varied either divine or ignoble bringing it back to its primary groove is a task onerous and arduous But..aren’t our thoughts the cradle of all

A Letter To Wives

A Letter To Wives long poem

Painful, we fight with verbal knives. As our women and men need no fight, Nor they should suffer any loss in that; But need to be paved in rough roads, From the husband’s office-rules, you say, The odds and orders,

Love Sonnet 201

Love Sonnet 201 sonnet poems

The lines she wrote still linger in my mind, So full of care, caress and sweet regard, That when I sleep, in dreams, I still would find, Those very rhymes from such a lovely bard; The words though parted by

Now That You Are Born

Now That You Are Born short poem

Cacophony was child’s cry,it made me forlorn Symphony it is,now that you are born Trauma was my life,bruised my being Tranquil I am, showered in your eyes loving Bathed in your waft ,my stink is gone Rescued by your raft,now

In Vain, A Minute After

In Vain, A Minute After short poem

There was a matter to write about, A minute ago, mass of words were Filling up my mind I should pen this, that and other My head was overflowing with Powerful words and emotions To an extent, that I lost

Magazine

Magazine short poem

In the topic of magazines. I sat on the cover, close to the reflection of her eyes. Relaxed in the greeting of open arms. She paused, sitting upright. The gap between us now closer. Allowing the invitation of smiles. Our upright becoming

Humanity

Humanity short poem

My nature die. Mame Me as thine. Whom, might I to be Right may I to leave humanity. Wake me up with wine. Forsooth I am not mine. Lost as keys. Won’t I not just work like each man Who’ver

Praying Hurriedly

Praying Hurriedly short poem

You were trampeling on a wasp, when sprouts were generating Escherichia. Dirt. Romping around. How many corpses were there? Why can’t you tell the exact figure? Under the carpet the shoes will help. The need to jump from the rostrum?

My Struggling Life

My Struggling Life short poem

Life I just don’t know how to describe it, But still I will try little BIT . As a child I always heard that life is a Puzzle to Solve , But when I started getting answers Questions started to

Dear dad

Dear dad long poem

I sit here, thinking about how you touched my face How you kissed me on my cheek How you caressed me with your love Your sweet love Wisdom came out of your mouth Even when the old man tried to

The Glass

The Glass short poem

It is quiet now Only sounds of startled breath The glass lies quiety, soundlessly now, shattered upon the stairs Shining in the moonlight An impression of diamonds from rain It is dark You are unable to see the tears, the

My Room

My Room short poem

My room, My refuge An inspirer, a pacifier A companion in all my moods A critic, a counselor For all I do and seek A haven during troubled times A fortress for my soul to keep It holds my pleasures and

Autumn Snow.

Autumn Snow. short poem

Arbor snow of russet, gold falls from the trees, denuded, cold A fairy wind whispers very low ‘The North Wind comes! He soon will blow! ‘ They shiver in silence, feeling raw No sunshine warmth for them to draw Branches

Daises In Your Heart

Daises In Your Heart sonnet poems

The tride says you reside here with my snow All of your brighest hair, been tarnished with rust You hardly knew I can discem your daisies grow Where your heart alone has fallen to my dust When the moon rages,

Praise To Jesus

Praise To Jesus short poem

I stand in awe of my God My God whom I offer my praise To honor His beautiful name To glorify His majesty here on earth Joy in Jesus, Joy in the sound of His name Joy to dance around

Man Of Millennium

Man Of Millennium short poem

Non-violence, he didn’t discover Rather, he only got it recover He practiced what he preached He preached what he practiced He experimented himself, to awake He learnt from his own mistake His autobiography was an experiment with truth That remains