78 Poems about Travel That Breathe Wanderlust into Words

Travel, as Mark Twain aptly noted, “is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.”

It is the very essence of exploration, a passport to worlds unknown.

Science has shown that travel can enhance creativity, boost mental well-being, and promote cultural understanding.

In this collection, we embark on a poetic journey through diverse categories, from the best and most famous poems about travel to shorter, inspirational verses, and those that rhyme.

This poetry about travel captures the essence of wanderlust and invites you to breathe the spirit of adventure into words.

Let us go through these travel poems.

Best Poems about Travel

Explore the most remarkable travel poems that ignite wanderlust, inspiring you to embark on your adventures, whether physical journeys or explorations of the soul.

1. The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls

       by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveler to the shore,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

2. The Road not Taken

       by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth,
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

3. Midnight on the Great Western

       by Thomas Hardy

In the third-class sat the journeying boy,
And the roof-lamp’s oily flame
Played down on his listless form and face,
Bewrapt past knowing to what he was going,
Or whence he came.

In the band of his hat the journeying boy
Had a ticket stuck; and a string
Around his neck bore the key of his box,
That twinkled gleams of the lamp’s sad beams
Like a living thing.

What past can be yours, O journeying boy,
Towards a world unknown,
Who calmly, as if incurious quite
On all at stake, can undertake
This plunge alone?

Knows your soul a sphere, O journeying boy,
Our rude realms far above,
Whence with spacious vision you mark and mete
This region of sin that you find you in
But are not of?

4. The Wayside Inn

       by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

One Autumn night, in Sudbury town,
Across the meadows bare and brown,
The windows of the wayside inn
Gleamed red with fire-light through the leaves
Of woodbine, hanging from the eaves
Their crimson curtains rent and thin.
As ancient is this hostelry
As any in the land may be,
Built in the old Colonial day,
When men lived in a grander way,
With ampler hospitality;
A kind of old Hobgoblin Hall,
Now somewhat fallen to decay,
With weather-stains upon the wall,
And stairways worn, and crazy doors,
And creaking and uneven floors,
And chimneys huge, and tiled and tall.
A region of repose it seems,
A place of slumber and of dreams,
Remote among the wooded hills!
For there no noisy railway speeds,
Its torch-race scattering smoke and gleeds;
But noon and night, the panting teams
Stop under the great oaks, that throw
Tangles of light and shade below,
On roofs and doors and window-sills.
Across the road the barns display
Their lines of stalls, their mows of hay,
Through the wide doors the breezes blow,
The wattled cocks strut to and fro,
And, half effaced by rain and shine,
The Red Horse prances on the sign.

5. Ozymandias

       by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive (stamped on these lifeless things)
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

6. Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles

       by Sally Wen Mao

In Lijiang, the sign outside your hostel
glares: Ride alone, ride alone, ride
alone – it taunts you for the mileage
of your solitude, must be past
thousands, for you rode this plane
alone, this train alone, you’ll ride
this bus alone well into the summer night,
well into the next hamlet, town,
city, the next century, as the trees twitch
and the clouds wane and the tides
quiver and the galaxies tilt and the sun
spins us another lonely cycle, you’ll
wonder if this compass will ever change.
The sun doesn’t need more heat,
so why should you? The trees don’t need
to be close, so why should you?

7. The Return

       by Geneen Marie Haugen

Some day, if you are lucky,
you’ll return from a thunderous journey
trailing snake scales, wing fragments
and the musk of Earth and moon.

Eyes will examine you for signs
of damage, or change
and you, too, will wonder
if your skin shows traces

of fur, or leaves,
if thrushes have built a nest
of your hair, if Andromeda
burns from your eyes.

8. Travel

       by Edna St Vincent Millay

The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn’t a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.

My heart is warm with the friends I make,
And better friends I’ll not be knowing;
Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,
No matter where it’s going.

9. Ulysses

       by Alfred Tennyson

For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honour’d of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’
Gleams that untravell’d world whose margin fades
For ever and forever when I move.

10. The Enchanted Traveler

       by Bliss Carmen

We travelled empty-handed
With hearts all fear above,
For we ate the bread of friendship,
We drank the wine of love.
Through many a wondrous autumn,
Through many a magic spring,
We hailed the scarlet banners,
We heard the blue-bird sing.
We looked on life and nature
With the eager eyes of youth,
And all we asked or cared for
Was beauty, joy, and truth.
We found no other wisdom,
We learned no other way,
Than the gladness of the morning,
The glory of the day.
So all our earthly treasure
Shall go with us, my dears,
Aboard the Shadow Liner,
Across the sea of years.

Famous Poems about Travel

Delve into verses by renowned poets, celebrating the transformative power of travel, shedding light on the wonders of the world, and kindling the spirit of exploration.

1. Travel

       by Erin Hansen

We’re all wayfaring travellers,
Trudging down our separate roads,
Hoping, wishing, praying,
Someone will come to share our load,
There’s sunburn on our shoulders,
And there are blisters on our feet,
We brave the wildest blizzards,
And the scorching summer heat,
Sometimes we find somebody,
Who is going our way too,
And while they walk beside us,
The sky seems a bit more blue,
But all roads twist and turn,
And when you reach an intersection,
It’s likely life will take them,
In the opposite direction,
But don’t give up on hoping,
When your road is a dead end,
It’s likely that you’ll find,
It’s only really just a bend,
And though the other’s roads are different,
It doesn’t mean that yours is wrong,
So pick yourself back up again,
And just keep trudging on.

2. Wonders of the World

       by Maya Anthony

From the pyramids of Giza to Rome’s Colosseum,
Witnessing wonders, like stars in a museum.
Each sight a pleasure, each sound a song,
In each new place, I feel I belong.

Majestic mountains, the ocean’s deep roar,
The pleasure of travel is never a bore.
From the Northern Lights to a simple tree,
Wonders abound, for you and for me.
 
As we explore the world, one wonder at a time,
Each experience shared is truly sublime.
In the pleasure of travel, it’s clear to see,
The world is a wonder, a gift, forever free.

3. For the Traveller

       by John O’Donohue

“When you travel, you find yourself
Alone in a different way,
More attentive now
To the self you bring along,
Your more subtle eye watching
You abroad; and how what meets you
Touches that part of the heart
That lies low at home:

How you unexpectedly attune
To the timbre in some voice,
Opening in conversation
You want to take in
To where your longing
Has pressed hard enough
Inward, on some unsaid dark,
To create a crystal of insight
You could not have known.”

4. Written on a Plane

       by Celestial Celia

Airports make me emotional
I think of where I’m headed
And where I’ve been.
What home is to me
And what people and places are anchored to my heart
Are questions that arise as I’m lifted off the ground
Shooting through the atmosphere
Headed someplace else.
Away from the people and places that make my world go round
Or towards them.
I turn my head to the window and fix my gaze on the runway
To hide my flooding eyes
As I think of the people my heart longs for
Of the love that exists for me in this world
Which I sometimes must be separated from.
But I dry my eyes and shift my posture
As I remember
No matter where this plane takes me
My love is always with me
Even if there are miles
Mountains
Oceans
Or deserts separating us.

5. Eldorado

       by Edgar Allan Poe

Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old –
This knight so bold –
And o’er his heart a shadow
Fell, as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow –
‘Shadow,’ said he,
‘Where can it be –
This land of Eldorado?’

‘Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,’
The shade replied,
‘If you seek for Eldorado!’

6. Song of the Open Road

       by Walt Whitman

“Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.”

7. The Land of Beyond

       by Robert W Service

Have ever you heard of the Land of Beyond,
That dreams at the gates of the day?
Alluring it lies at the skirts of the skies,
And ever so far away;
Alluring it calls: O ye the yoke galls,
And ye of the trails overfond,
With saddle and pack, by paddle and track,
Let’s go to the Land of Beyond!

8. The Opportune Moment

       by Sheenagh Pugh

When you go ashore in that town,
take neither a camera nor a notebook.
However many photographs you upload
of that street, the smell of almond paste
will be missing; the harbour will not sound
of wind slapping on chains. You will read
notes like “Sami church”, later, and know
you saw nothing, never put it where
you could find it again, were never
really there. When you go ashore
in the small port with the rusty trawlers,
there will be fur hawkers who all look
like Genghis Khan on a market stall,
crumbling pavements, roses frozen in bud,
an altar with wool hangings, vessels
like canal ware, a Madonna
with a Russian doll face. When you go
ashore, take nothing but the knowledge
that where you are, you never will be again.

9. A Call to Adventure

       by John Mark Green

Set fire to all your maps,
Forget how it’s always been.
We’re explorers of the heart,
Learning to dream again.
The adventure of a lifetime,
With love along as our guide.
Exotic places beyond imagination –
Ones we’ve longed for deep inside.

10. The Farewell

       by Khalil Gibran

We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way,
begin no day where we have ended another day;
and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us.
Even while the earth sleeps we travel.
We are the seeds of the tenacious plant,
and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart
that we are given to the wind and are scattered.

Inspirational Poems about Travel

Inspirational travel poems beckon you to set forth on a quest. These verses act as a compass, guiding your steps and filling your heart with wanderlust, igniting the desire to explore the world and embrace new horizons with an adventurous spirit.

1. Song of Myself

       by Christina Rossetti

Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you,
You must travel it for yourself.
It is not far, it is within reach,
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know,
Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.

2. Uphill

       by Robert Frost

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.
But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.
Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door.
Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.

3. Traveling Again

       by Walt Whitman

I remember the temple, this route I’ve travelled before,
I recall the bridge as I cross it again.
It seems the hills and rivers have been waiting,
The flowers and willows all are selfless now.
The field is sleek, and vivid, thin mist shines,
On soft sand, the sunlight’s colour shows it’s late.
All the traveler’s sorrow fades away,
What better place to rest than this?

4. I Want a Life Measured

       by Tyler Knott Gregson

I want a life measured
in first steps on foreign soils
and deep breaths
in brand new seas.
I want a life measured
in Welcome Signs,
each stamped
with a different name,
borders marked with metal and paint.
Show me the streets
that don’t know the music
of my meandering feet,
and I will play their song
upon them.
Perfume me please
in the smells of far away,
I will never wash my hair
if it promises to stay.
I want a life measured
in the places I haven’t gone,
short sleeps on long flights,
strange voices teaching me
new words to
describe the dawn.

5. Hearthside

       by Dorothy Parker

Half across the world from me
Lie the lands I’ll never see-
I, whose longing lives and dies
Where a ship has sailed away;
I, that never close my eyes
But to look upon Cathay.
Things I may not know nor tell
Wait, where older waters swell;
Ways that flowered at Sappho’s tread,
Winds that sighed in Homer’s strings,
Vibrant with the singing dead,
Golden with the dust of wings.
Under deeper skies than mine,
Quiet valleys dip and shine.
Where their tender grasses heal
Ancient scars of trench and tomb
I shall never walk: nor kneel
Where the bones of poets bloom.
If I seek a lovelier part,
Where I travel goes my heart;
Where I stray my thought must go;
With me wanders my desire.
Best to sit and watch the snow,
Turn the lock, and poke the fire.

6. Parting at a Wine-shop

       by Nan-king

A wind, bringing willow-cotton, sweetens the shop,
And a girl from Wu, pouring wine, urges me to share it.
With my comrades of the city who are here to see me off;
And as each of them drains his cup, I say to him in parting,
Oh, go and ask this river running to the east
If it can travel farther than a friend’s love!

7. What If This Road

       by Sheenagh Pugh

What if this road, that has held no surprises
these many years, decided not to go
home after all; what if it could turn
left or right with no more ado
than a kite-tail? What if its tarry skin
were like a long, supple bolt of cloth,
that is shaken and rolled out, and takes
a new shape from the contours beneath?
And if it chose to lay itself down
in a new way, around a blind corner,
across hills you must climb without knowing
what’s on the other side, who would not hanker
to be going, at all risks? Who wants to know
a story’s end, or where a road will go?

Short Poems about Travel

For a quick escape to distant places, these concise travel poems capture the thrill of exploration, offering a poetic taste of adventure in compact verses. Here are some short poems about travel.

1. Oh the Places You’ll Go

       by Dr. Seuss

You’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting,
So… get on your way!

2. Quest

       by Winifred Webb

Ho all you eager travelers!
Have you some place to go
Where you forget the many things
You wish you did not know?
Forget your own insistent past
And feel just fit and free?
If you have found it, won’t you tell
Its happy name to me?

3. A Prayer for Travellers

       by Anon

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

4. Two Worlds

       by Emily Dickinson

It makes no difference abroad,
The seasons fit the same,
The mornings blossom into noons,
And split their pods of flame.

Wild-flowers kindle in the woods,
The brooks brag all the day;
No blackbird bates his jargoning
For passing Calvary.

Auto-da-fe and judgment
Are nothing to the bee;
His separation from his rose
To him seems misery.

5. O to Sail

       by Walt Whitman

O to sail in a ship,
To leave this steady unendurable land,
To leave the tiresome sameness of the streets,
the sidewalks and the houses,
To leave you, O you solid motionless land, and
entering a ship,
To sail and sail and sail!

6. Returning

       by Erin Hanson

Perhaps we only leave
So we can once again arrive,
To get a bird’s eye view
Of what it means to be alive.
For there is beauty in returning,
Oh how wonderful, how strange,
To see that everything’s different
But know it is only you who changed.

7. Die Slowly

       by Martha Medeiros

“He who does not travel, who does not read,
who can not hear music,
who does not find grace in himself,
she who does not find grace in herself,
dies slowly.

He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck,
about the rain that never stops,
dies slowly.”

8. On the World

       by Francis Quarles

The world’s an inn; and I her guest.
I eat; I drink; I take my rest.
My hostess, nature, does deny me
Nothing, wherewith she can supply me;
Where, having stayed a while, I pay
Her lavish bills, and go my way.

9. Freedom

       by Olive Runner

Give me the long, straight road before me,
A clear, cold day with a nipping air,
Tall, bare trees to run on beside me,
A heart that is light and free from care.
Then let me go! – I care not whither
My feet may lead, for my spirit shall be
Free as the brook that flows to the river,
Free as the river that flows to the sea.

10. Over the Hills and Far Away

       by William Ernest Henley

Where forlorn sunsets flare and fade
On desolate sea and lonely sand,
Out of the silence and the shade
What is the voice of strange command
Calling you still, as friend calls friend
With love that cannot brook delay,
To rise and follow the ways that wend
Over the hills and far away?

Long Poems about Travel

Long poems about travel provide an immersive journey, unraveling rich experiences and inviting you to wander deeper into the tapestry of the world through poetic narratives. Let’s look at these poems.

1. The Far North

       by Elizabeth Bishop

I often wonder of the Tundra,
as I watch the plains go by.
Or I’ll dream of higher mountains
that almost seem to pierce the sky.
I yearn for vaster spaces
and for roaring, winding rivers.
Or of breezes rolling forward
that leave forests full of shivers.
I hear the voice of comfort
say I shouldn’t go alone
yet I’m pulled by tugs from elsewhere
that may someday be my home.
Jesse Humman
Questions Of Travel
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams
hurry too rapidly down to the sea,
and the pressure of so many clouds on the mountaintops
makes them spill over the sides in soft slow-motion,
turning to waterfalls under our very eyes.
–For if those streaks, those mile-long, shiny, tearstains,
aren’t waterfalls yet,
in a quick age or so, as ages go here,
they probably will be.
But if the streams and clouds keep travelling, travelling,
the mountains look like the hulls of capsized ships,
slime-hung and barnacled.
Think of the long trip home.
Should we have stayed at home and thought of here?
Where should we be today?
Is it right to be watching strangers in a play
in this strangest of theatres?
What childishness is it that while there’s a breath of life
in our bodies, we are determined to rush
to see the sun the other way around?
The tiniest green hummingbird in the world?
To stare at some inexplicable old stonework,
inexplicable and impenetrable,
at any view,
instantly seen and always, always delightful?
Oh, must we dream our dreams
and have them, too?
And have we room
for one more folded sunset, still quite warm?

2. The Flight of the Crows

       by Emily Pauline Johnson

The autumn afternoon is dying o’er
The quiet western valley where I lie
Beneath the maples on the river shore,
Where tinted leaves, blue waters and fair sky
Environ all; and far above some birds are flying by

To seek their evening haven in the breast
And calm embrace of silence, while they sing
Te Deums to the night, invoking rest
For busy chirping voice and tired wing–
And in the hush of sleeping trees their sleeping cradles swing.

In forest arms the night will soonest creep,
Where sombre pines a lullaby intone,
Where Nature’s children curl themselves to sleep,
And all is still at last, save where alone
A band of black, belated crows arrive from lands unknown.

Strange sojourn has been theirs since waking day,
Strange sights and cities in their wanderings blend
With fields of yellow maize, and leagues away
With rivers where their sweeping waters wend
Past velvet banks to rocky shores, in canyons bold to end.

O’er what vast lakes that stretch superbly dead,
Till lashed to life by storm-clouds, have they flown?
In what wild lands, in laggard flight have led
Their aerial career unseen, unknown,
‘Till now with twilight come their cries in lonely monotone?

The flapping of their pinions in the air
Dies in the hush of distance, while they light
Within the fir tops, weirdly black and bare,
That stand with giant strength and peerless height,
To shelter fairy, bird and beast throughout the closing night.

Strange black and princely pirates of the skies,
Would that your wind-tossed travels I could know!
Would that my soul could see, and, seeing, rise
To unrestricted life where ebb and flow
Of Nature’s pulse would constitute a wider life below!

Could I but live just here in Freedom’s arms,
A kingly life without a sovereign’s care!
Vain dreams! Day hides with closing wings her charms,
And all is cradled in repose, save where
Yon band of black, belated crows still frets the evening air.

3. Travel

       by Robert Louis Stevenson

I should like to rise and go
Where the golden apples grow;—
Where below another sky
Parrot islands anchored lie,
And, watched by cockatoos and goats,
Lonely Crusoes building boats;—
Where in sunshine reaching out
Eastern cities, miles about,
Are with mosque and minaret
Among sandy gardens set,
And the rich goods from near and far
Hang for sale in the bazaar;—
Where the Great Wall round China goes,
And on one side the desert blows,
And with bell and voice and drum,
Cities on the other hum;—
Where are forests, hot as fire,
Wide as England, tall as a spire,
Full of apes and cocoa-nuts
And the negro hunters’ huts;—
Where the knotty crocodile
Lies and blinks in the Nile,
And the red flamingo flies
Hunting fish before his eyes;—
Where in jungles, near and far,
Man-devouring tigers are,
Lying close and giving ear
Lest the hunt be drawing near,
Or a comer-by be seen
Swinging in a palanquin;—
Where among the desert sands
Some deserted city stands,
All its children, sweep and prince,
Grown to manhood ages since,
Not a foot in street or house,
Not a stir of child or mouse,
And when kindly falls the night,
In all the town no spark of light.
There I’ll come when I’m a man
With a camel caravan;
Light a fire in the gloom
Of some dusty dining-room;
See the pictures on the walls,
Heroes, fights, and festivals;
And in a corner find the toys
Of the old Egyptian boys.

4. A Strip of Blue

       by Lucy Larcom

I do not own an inch of land,    
But all I see is mine, –
The orchard and the mowing fields,
The lawns and gardens fine.
The winds my tax-collectors are,
They bring me tithes divine, –
Wild scents and subtle essences,
A tribute rare and free;
And, more magnificent than all,
My window keeps for me
A glimpse of blue immensity, –
A little strip of sea.

Richer am I than he who owns
Great fleets and argosies;
I have a share in every ship
Won by the inland breeze,
To loiter on yon airy road
Above the apple-trees,
I freight them with my untold dreams;
Each bears my own picked crew;
And nobler cargoes wait for them
Than ever India knew, –
My ships that sail into the East
Across that outlet blue.

Sometimes they seem like living shapes, –
The people of the sky, –
Guests in white raiment coming down
From heaven, which is close by;
I call them by familiar names,
As one by one draws nigh,
So white, so light, so spirit-like,
From violet mists they bloom!
The aching wastes of the unknown
Are half reclaimed from gloom,
Since on life’s hospitable sea
All souls find sailing-room.

The ocean grows a weariness
With nothing else in sight;
Its east and west, its north and south,
Spread out from morn till night;
We miss the warm, caressing shore,
Its brooding shade and light.

5. The Traveled Man

       by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Sometimes I wish the railroads all were torn out,
The ships all sunk among the coral strands.
I am so very weary, yea, so worn out,
With tales of those who visit foreign lands.

When asked to dine, to meet these traveled people,
My soup seems brewed from cemetery bones.
The fish grows cold on some cathedral steeple,
I miss two courses while I stare at thrones.

I’m forced to leave my salad quite untasted,
Some musty, moldy temple to explore.
The ices, fruit and coffee all are wasted
While into realms of ancient art I soar.

I’d rather take my chance of life and reason,
If in a den of roaring lions hurled
Than for a single year, ay, for one season,
To dwell with folks who’d traveled round the world.

So patronizing are they, so oppressive,
With pity for the ones who stay at home,
So mighty is their knowledge, so aggressive,
I ofttimes wish they had not ceased to roam.

They loathe the new, they quite detest the present;
They revel in a pre-Columbian morn;
Just dare to say America is pleasant,
And die beneath the glances of their scorn.

They are increasing at a rate alarming,
Go where I will, the traveled man is there.
And now I think that rustic wholly charming
Who has not strayed beyond his meadows fair.

6. Homeward, Ho

       by Ada A. Mosher

Onward we speed like a swift-speeding arrow
Winged from a bow!
Cleaving the winding land line long and narrow
‘Twixt clouds of snow.
Straight thro’ the mountain’s heart swiftly we burrow,
Laughing, the hills
Hail as we distance them down the long furrow.
How the race thrills!
Clouds, spent with following fast, give up their chasing;
Worsted the wind—
Baying on heels, panting hard in the racing,
Now—left behind!
Flash on! As lightnings are hurled above us
So be thy flight!
Swift to the soft clime where loved ones who love us
Wait us to-night!
Give chase to distance! Dear hearts!—to be with them
Is worth the chase!
Never a music to rival in rhythm
Thy muffled bass!
“Nearer and nearer!” Ah, melody-makers,
Match with your arts
Music of speed over sea or land breakers
To home-hungry hearts!
Match, if ye can, the glad sway of its meter.
Sadly prosaic
Your motif, I ween, to the pulse of its fleeter
Rough old trochaic!
Homeward, my famished heart, homeward we’re going,
Homeward—ahoy!
Long since my sad eyes have dimmed with thy flowing,
Glad tears of joy.
Homeward! Their loving arras wait to caress me—
Slack not thy speed—
Bearing me faithful and fast! Oh, I bless thee,
Brave iron steed!

7. The Digger’s Song

       by Barcroft Henry Boake

Scrape the bottom of the hole: gather up the stuff,
Fossick in the crannies, lest you leave a grain
behind,
Just another shovelful and that’ll be enough,-
Now we’ll take it to the bank and see what we can
find,
Give the dish a twirl around,
Let the water swirl around,
Gently let it circulate, there’s music in the swish,
And the tinkle of the gravel,
As the pebbles quickly travel
Around in merry circles on the bottom of the dish.

Ah, if man could only wash his life, if he only could,
Panning off the evil deeds, keeping but the
good,
What a mighty lot of digger’s dishes would be sold,
Though I fear the heap of tailings would be greater
than the gold,
Give the dish a twirl around,
Let the water swirl around,
Man’s the sport of circumstance however he may
wish,
Fortune! are you there now?
Answer to my prayer now,
And drop a half ounce nugget in the bottom of
the dish.

Gently let the water lap, keep the corners dry,
That’s about the place the gold will generally stay,
What was that bright particle that just then
caught my eye?
I fear me by the look of things ’twas only yellow
clay,
Just another twirl around,
Let the water swirl around,
That’s the way we rob the river of its golden fish,
What’s that? can’t we snare a one?
Don’t say that there’s ne’er a one,
Bah, there’s not a colour in the bottom of the dish.

8. The Ship is Ready

       by Hannah Flagg Gould

Fare thee well! the ship is ready,
And the breeze is fresh and steady.
Hands are fast the anchor weighing;
High in the air the streamer’s playing.
Spread the sails—the waves are swelling
Proudly round thy buoyant dwelling,
Fare thee well! and when at sea,
Think of those, who sigh for thee.
When from land and home receding,
And from hearts, that ache to bleeding,
Think of those behind, who love thee,
While the sun is bright above thee!
Then, as down to ocean glancing,
With the waves his rays are dancing,
Think how long the night will be
To the eyes, that weep for thee.
When the lonely night-watch keeping,
All below thee still and sleeping—
As the needle points the quarter
O’er the wide and trackless water,
Let thy vigils ever find thee
Mindful of the friends behind thee!
Let thy bosom’s magnet be
Turned to those, who wake for thee!
When, with slow and gentle motion,
Heaves the bosom of the ocean—
While in peace thy bark is riding,
And the silver moon is gliding
O’er the sky with tranquil splendor,
Where the shining hosts attend her;
Let the brightest visions be
Country, home and friends, to thee!
When the tempest hovers o’er thee,
Danger, wreck and death before thee,
While the sword of fire is gleaming,
Wild the winds, the torrent streaming,
Then, a pious suppliant bending,
Let thy thoughts to heaven ascending
Reach the mercy-seat, to be
Met by prayers that rise for thee!

Poems about Travel That Rhyme

Rhyming travel poems add a melodic touch to your journey. These poems about travel with rhyming words become your companions in wanderlust, enhancing the poetic experience of travel.

1. The Joy of the Journey

       by Maya Anthony

A ticket in hand, a suitcase packed tight,
Stepping on board, oh what a delight!
The thrill of the journey fills the air,
Each mile traveled, a pleasure so rare.

Through tunnels and fields, the landscape unfolds,
Like turning the pages of stories untold.
My eyes feast upon each magical sight,
From dawn’s soft whispers to the secrets of night.

The journey ends, but the joy remains,
A tapestry woven from sunsets and planes.
The greatest pleasure, this truth I learn,
Is the joy of the journey at each twist and turn.

2. Bound by Horizon

       by Maya Anthony

We set out together, eyes fixed on the east,
Bound by the horizon, on dreams yet to feast.
With every sunrise, a new chance to explore,
Love is the key that unlocks every door.

The world may be vast, but small is our sphere,
When I look to my side, and find you are near.
The horizon’s expanse seems not so immense,
When shared with a love that makes so much sense.

Though the horizon keeps stretching, as horizons will do,
Every sunset’s more stunning when I’m watching with you.
In this boundless journey, with endless sky to see,
It’s you and the horizon that make life complete for me.

3. Delights of Discovery

       by Maya Anthony

Walking down alleys, away from the crowd,
Finding hidden gems, that make your heart proud.
From cobblestone paths to ancient ruins,
The pleasure is in the unexpected tunes.

A local dish savored, a melody heard,
A fleeting smile exchanged without a word.
These are the treasures that fill up the soul,
The delights of discovery making us whole.

Back home we return, but changed, without doubt,
For travel’s a pleasure, that’s what life’s about.
New friendships, new flavors, new skies above,
The delights of discovery, we forever will love.

4. One Art

       by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three beloved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

— Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster.

5. Autumn Fields

       by Elizabeth Madox Roberts

He said his legs were stiff and sore
For he had gone some twenty-eight miles,
And he’d walked through by watergaps
And fences and gates and stiles.
He said he’d been by Logan’s woods,
And up by Walton’s branch and Simms,
And there were sticktights on his clothes
And little dusts of seeds and stems.
And then he sat down on the steps,
And he said the miles were on his feet.
For some of that land was tangled brush,
And some was plowed for wheat.
The rabbits were thick where he had been,
And he said he’d found some ripe papaws.
He’d rested under a white oak tree,
And for his dinner he ate red haws.
Then I sat by him on the step
To see the things that he had seen.
And I could smell the shocks and clods,
And the land where he had been.

6. Wanderlust

       by Richard Avedon

You must not think because my glance is quick
To shift from this to that, from here to there,
Because I am most usually where
The way is strangest and the wonders thick,
Because when wind is wildest and the bay
Swoops madly upward and the gulls are few
And I am doing as I want to do,
Leaving the town to go my aimless way;
You must not think because I am the kind
Who always shunned security and such
As bother the responsible of mind
That I shall never total up to much;
I know my drifting will not prove a loss,
For mine is a rolling stone that has gathered moss.

7. If Once You Have Slept on an Island

       by Rachel Field

If once you have slept on an island
You’ll never be quite the same;
You may look as you looked the day before
And go by the same old name,
You may bustle about in street and shop;
You may sit at home and sew,
But you’ll see blue water and wheeling gulls
Wherever your feet may go.
You may chat with the neighbors of this and that
And close to your fire keep,
But you’ll hear ship whistle and lighthouse bell
And tides beat through your sleep.
Oh, you won’t know why, and you can’t say how
Such change upon you came,
But – once you have slept on an island
You’ll never be quite the same!

8. Coming Home

       by Anonymous

A faint moon glitters on the icy white;
While glistening frost still has its bite.
Now riding swift in the false dawn light;
At the finale of this harsh battle’s night.

Too long deprived a comfortable dorm;
As sweet echos of dreams perform.
Of Hestia’s hearth, bright and warm;
In the fury of one more winter storm.

As a sullen sun climbs from horizon cold;
With bright streamers of pink and gold.
Once more as Odysseus in tales of old;
Longing for home, as the miles unfold.

Familiar sights now passed row by row;
A building excitement did slowly grow.
While riding through new fallen snow;
Left behind are the dreary days of woe.

Poems about Travel and Life

Travel mirrors life’s voyage. These poems delve into the interconnected realms of exploration and personal growth, mapping the journey of the soul through poetic landscapes.

1. Traveling

       by Christopher Castleberry

I was running down the road,
Though it wasn’t one you’d know,
And some thought soon showed
That I was going to be in the snow.

So I hurried my pace,
And I set upon my path,
For the cold was a mace,
I did not want its wrath.

But the storm was soon asunder,
I was to be in regret,
For it t’was a great blunder
That had made my feet set.

My head was soon covered,
The blizzard was quite blinding,
At some points I wondered
Whether my life was finished winding.

My socks were getting wet,
I felt like I was losing tread,
It seems that I have lost my bet
That today would not see me dead.

But then a light came to the horizon,
It shone through the darkness,
I had started to feel wizened,
But now I felt some bliss.

I looked through the mist,
Trying to find a town,
But I only found a cyst,
My hopes were going down.

I see that my food is gone,
That the life-giver flew,
That the warmer dawn
Did not give but its dew.

Shuffling down the path,
I was freezing to the bone,
I had felt the cold’s wrath,
My life was good and done.

So heaven came on,
I saw the Lord up high,
I praised the Son
After he had let me die.

Eternity is amazing
When you see the Lord,
You will see him blazing,
Peace and Love and Joy forevermore.

2. Beneath the Power Lines

       by ChinHooi Ng

Why are the houses languishing
well, there’s no one inside that’s full of life
insects and reptiles
eat away at the decaying
little sounds
dust of obsolescence
piled up as wind cuts across
the parts have become so dull
from lacking a mind and soul
within
beauty of humanity deadened
by decadence
a void
corrupts the ignorant whole
I tried
to open the closed door
but i’m afraid
the locks on it
too rusted and corroded
if any life were to be breathed into the house
all doors have to be broken down
i have tried
to unlock the stone of wisdom
with the key of my thought
but i fear the medicated brain
is too rigid and tight
if the flotsam
is willing to be reborn
i will
pour some enlightened spirit
into the sensible nerves
the sun in the sky is celebrated
because the shine of it gives forth
life
the flower on the ground is too
because it’s manifest
there’s always a readiness
to absorb
that source.

3. Savor the Moments

       by Maya Anthony

Hike up the hill, breathe in the view,
Capture the moment, as if it’s brand-new.
Savor the instant, let time take its course,
For life is a journey, not a sprint but a horse.

A sip of warm coffee in a faraway café,
Watching the people go about their day.
A snapshot of life in a foreign land,
Each moment is precious, like grains of sand.

The trip ends, but the memories linger,
Like the smell of the sea on a salty finger.
In the pleasures of travel, I have come to see,
It’s the moments savored that set my spirit free.

4. The Souls Travelling

       by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

God, God!
With a child’s voice I cry,
Weak, sad, confidingly,
God, God!
Thou knowest, eyelids, raised not always up
Unto Thy love (as none of ours are), droop
As ours, o’er many a tear!
Thou knowest, though Thy universe is broad,
Two little tears suffice to cover all:
Thou knowest, Thou, who art so prodigal
Of beauty, we are oft but stricken deer
Expiring in the woods, that care for none
Of those delightsome flowers they die upon.

O blissful Mouth which breathed the mournful breath
We name our souls, self-spoilt! by that strong passion
Which paled Thee once with sighs, by that strong death
Which made Thee once unbreathing, from the wrack
Themselves have called around them, call them back,
Back to Thee in continuous aspiration!
For here, O Lord,
For here they travel vainly, vainly pass
From city-pavement to untrodden sward,
Where the lark finds her deep nest in the grass
Cold with the earth’s last dew. Yea, very vain
The greatest speed of all these souls of men
Unless they travel upward to the throne
Where sittest THOU, the satisfying ONE,
With help for sins and holy perfectings
For all requirements, while the archangel, raising
Unto Thy face his full ecstatic gazing,
Forgets the rush and rapture of his wings.

5. Nature

       by George Herbert

Full of rebellion, I would die,
Or fight, or travel, or deny
That thou has aught to do with me.
O tame my heart;
It is thy highest art
To captivate strong holds to thee.

If thou shalt let this venom lurk,
And in suggestions fume and work,
My soul will turn to bubbles straight,
And thence by kind
Vanish into a wind,
Making thy workmanship deceit.

O smooth my rugged heart, and there
Engrave thy rev’rend law and fear;
Or make a new one, since the old
Is sapless grown,
And a much fitter stone
To hide my dust, than thee to hold.

6. Life

       by Henry Van Dyke

Let me but live my life from year to year,
With forward face and unreluctant soul;
Not hurrying to, nor turning from the goal;
Not mourning for the things that disappear
In the dim past, nor holding back in fear
From what the future veils; but with a whole
And happy heart, that pays its toll
To Youth and Age, and travels on with cheer.

So let the way wind up the hill or down,
O’er rough or smooth, the journey will be joy:
Still seeking what I sought when but a boy,
New friendship, high adventure, and a crown,
My heart will keep the courage of the quest,
And hope the road’s last turn will be the best.

7. False Awakening

       by Days Robinson

Could I but chase the butterfly
And journey through the vast
On the look for novelty to descry
In hopes it would last

Could I but ride indefinite
And visit where I like
On the back of a lonely elephant
In day and in night

Could I but breathe in the ocean
And whisper to the fish
On the cusp of a gentle devotion
In words that I wish

8. Destiny’s Tracks

       by Barb Christing

Cold, hard steel directs my path
I follow where it leads
Blindly trace its narrow berth
My sky … it always bleeds

The trail is cold and lonesome
Dark clouds hang overhead
So many times I wonder
Should I turn back instead

There’s comfort in past travels
I know my way around
Yet something is compelling
‘Bout walking on new ground

I know not where this takes me
Who I will come across
But these tracks pull me forward
I’m the student, they’re the boss

I see my new horizon
It’s beckoning to me
Embrace my new tomorrow
Become who I should be

These cold, hard tracks keep moving
Into the space beyond
I’ll trust where they are leading
Until a new day’s dawned

Poems about Travel and Love

Love and travel intertwine in poetic harmony. These verses celebrate the passion and adventure of exploring the world together, offering a glimpse into the romance of shared journeys.

1. Fly to Me

       by Tim Smith

Fly to me my love
on the wings of hopes and dreams
come and be my passion
a lover’s symphony
Be my guiding star light
show me all of nature’s best
come and be my pillow
where my weary head can rest
Take my hand and walk with me
on life’s ever winding road
keep me safe and steady
hold me in our home
Let’s sleep beside the moon tonight
camp inside the corners of my heart
be my one and only
my desire, my love, my start

2. Sensual Silky Colors

       by CayCay Jennings

I have loved and been loved – I have shared ivory love bliss colors.

I have ridden sapphire airs of crimson ecstasy and touched silver stars.

I have felt gold, silky, lilac joy move and embrace my harlequin heart.

I have melted to tangerine delight caresses tingling my willing, fuchsia skin.

I have been lifted and turned and tossed – on sensual, erotic
waves that travel bold – through and between me

3. A Venetian Honeymoon

       by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

A gondola floats o’er romantic tides
as you and I caress Venetian skies
laced deftly in exalted stars applied
by brushes dipped in hues of lover’s eyes.     

A kiss beneath Rialto Bridge in spring
feels like our first so many years ago.
On every breeze, O Sole Mio sings
a serenade in city lights aglow.

This hope of love rekindled miles from home,
could be our chance to dream and reminisce.
Enlightened by a full moon’s wink, we’d roam
down Grand Canal in gleaming nights of bliss.     

Our renaissance, a second honeymoon –
to Venice, we could not escape too soon.

4. Dew

       by Sarah Teasdale

As dew leaves the cobweb lightly
Threaded with stars,
Scattering jewels on the fence
And the pasture bars;
As dawn leaves the dry grass bright
And the tangled weeds
Bearing a rainbow gem
On each of their seeds;
So has your love, my lover,
Fresh as the dawn,
Made me a shining road
To travel on,
Set every common sight
Of tree or stone
Delicately alight
For me alone.

5. Love’s Vicissitudes

       by Robert Louis Stevenson

As Love and Hope together
Walk by me for a while,
Link-armed the ways they travel
For many a pleasant mile –
Link-armed and dumb they travel,
They sing not, but they smile.

Hope leaving, Love commences
To practise on the lute;
And as he sings and travels
With lingering, laggard foot,
Despair plays obligato
The sentimental flute.

Until in singing garments
Comes royally, at call –
Comes limber-hipped Indiff’rence
Free stepping, straight and tall –
Comes singing and lamenting,
The sweetest pipe of all.

6. A Man Young and Old

       by William Butler Yeats

Though nurtured like the sailing moon
In beauty’s murderous brood,
She walked awhile and blushed awhile
And on my pathway stood
Until I thought her body bore
A heart of flesh and blood.

But since I laid a hand thereon
And found a heart of stone
I have attempted many things
And not a thing is done,
For every hand is lunatic
That travels on the moon.

She smiled and that transfigured me
And left me but a lout,
Maundering here, and maundering there,
Emptier of thought
Than the heavenly circuit of its stars
When the moon sails out.

7. One Special Yew

       by Connie Marcum Wong

I want to merge with this old Yew,
To travel through its rings of time.
Back when it’s sprout had just begun
Near Blarney’s river so sublime.

Where ivy climbs the castle walls,
A quaint sized foot bridge leads to where,
The old strong Yew still charms today
As autumn chills with crisp clean air.

I felt compelled to climb it’s limbs
To sit embraced by its sweet love.
To its spirit, in whispered voice,
I then professed the same thereof.

How strong that memory still keeps
As other trees I’ve come to know
Bless me with their cool umbrella,
I see that Yew in vigil glow!

8. My Guitar

       by Arthur Vaso

My Guitar weeps
And not so gently
It strings together broken tears
It has seen my feeble attempts at love

My Guitar laughs
As I try to serenade
A song that lovers play
It strings together broken romances

My guitar sleeps
For I am not doing to well
In charming your heart
My guitar is bored

My guitar kills me
And steals my girl
They were meant to be it seems
They joined chords and sang

The funeral was brief
The music was good
Guitar music after all
Now they travel onwards

Musical journeys
With not a thought of me
With no guitar
As the ghost of me weeps

9. Who Says You Can’t Go Back in Time

       by Mike Gentile

Who says I can’t go back in time
No, not the records on my shelf
Just flip a switch and there I am
A version of my younger self

I turn the beat around all night
In memories of Disco shoes
A fever boils inside my brain
Love for the night is mine to lose

Who says I can’t go back in time
No, not the clock that haunts my wall
The tick and tock now tock and tick
As I drift back and have a ball

As pages turn in rhythmic flow
The photos in my book agree
It’s just as though I’m really there
Another sip of wine for me!

10. Passionate Kiss

       by Frederic Parker

Morning light wears a softer hue,
embracing wet leaves, glistening in the sun.
Thick grass brings a caressing warmth, to our feet,
as we travel gentle slopes,
to farthest hills, as lovers do.
Our palms closed tight like oyster shells,
covering rare pearls,
as we watch pastel red skies turn a velvet blue

If I were a bird I would glide above you,
dipping my wing each time you smiled,
allowing love’s fragrance to fill our lungs,
until they burst, releasing butterflies to the world,
like a thousand tiny finger paintings,
surrounding the innocence of love,
that comes when two mouths melt in silence.

Poems about Traveling Together

Journeying with a companion enhances the adventure. These poems capture the magic of shared exploration and the bonds formed on the road, invoking the spirit of togetherness in travel.

1. The Suitcase of Memories

       by Maya Anthony

We pack our bags with hopes held high,
Taking flights of fancy, across the sky.
Yet it’s not just clothes or trinkets we store,
But memories, stitched in the fabric of lore.

Walking through cities, both ancient and new,
Each step that we take, imprints memories like dew.
Sights and sounds, captured in the lens of the heart,
Each snapshot a masterpiece, a sentimental work of art.

As we return home, our bags slightly worn,
Our hearts are fuller, yet pleasantly torn.
For the greatest souvenir from places we’ve been,
Is the joy of shared travel, forever etched within.

2. The Road We Share

       by Maya Anthony

Two souls on a road less traveled,
Learning life’s lessons, with each step unraveled.
We stumble, we soar, in laughter and tears,
A journey of love that conquers our fears.

Mountains before us, rivers behind,
Yet what we discover is a new state of mind.
Hand in hand, through valleys we roam,
Knowing together, we’re never alone.

The road may diverge, yet our hearts stay aligned,
With you, every journey is one of a kind.
For a map can’t contain what we feel in our chest,
It’s not where we go, but with whom, we are blessed.

3. Travelling Together

       by W.S. Merwin

If we are separated I will
try to wait for you
on your side of things

your side of the wall and the water
and of the light moving at its own speed
even on leaves that we have seen
I will wait on one side

while a side is there

4. Miles and Smiles

       by Maya Anthony

Miles of road, stretching so far,
In planes, in trains, or in our car.
Yet each mile that passes under the wheel,
Turns into smiles, that’s how we feel.

Gas stations, motels, the roadside views,
With you, even mundane things amuse.
Little pit stops, become stories to tell,
With each shared laugh, deeper in love we fell.

Highways or byways, it doesn’t really matter,
It’s the shared smiles that make my heart patter.
In every journey, it’s not just the end we seek,
It’s the miles and the smiles, that make us unique.

5. Pleasure in the Unplanned

       by Maya Anthony

Toss out the map, let’s wander free,
Where we’ll end up, a mystery to see.
The unplanned detours bring so much glee,
In the unknown, we find our jubilee.

Random roads lead to enchanting places,
A mosaic of cultures, of sounds and faces.
In each unexpected stop and newfound space,
Lies the pleasure of travel, a loving embrace.

Itineraries are great, but can’t compare,
To the thrill of surprise, nothing so fair.
In the freedom of travel, pleasures expand,
When we embrace the beauty of the unplanned.

6. A Ship Set for Adventure

       by Maya Anthony

A ship in the harbor, ready to sail,
Our love is the wind that fills up the sail.
Together we journey, toward lands far and wide,
With hearts full of wonder, and nothing to hide.

Through tempests and squalls, we navigate true,
For you are my compass, my North Star, it’s you.
And when waters are calm, under skies crystal-clear,
We count every moment as exceedingly dear.

Anchored in sunsets, with horizons anew,
Every latitude crossed is beautiful with you.
Our ship knows no bounds, in this love so grand,
For every shore touched is our promised land.

7. Adventure

       by Anonymous

Let trust be your map
Respect your compass
and friendship your passport
May you travel to the ends of the earth for each other
and find happiness at every destination in life.

Final Thoughts

How have these poems about travel touched your heart or kindled your own wanderlust?

Just as travel opens doors to new worlds, poetry unlocks the limitless possibilities of the human imagination.

Remember, as Robert Frost eloquently put it, “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I – I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.”

In the world of poems on travel, you have the power to choose your path and make a difference.

As we conclude this poetic odyssey, we invite you to share your thoughts and personal connections on these travel poems in the comments section below.

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