Travel Travel poems breathe wanderlust into words.A Travel Poem For The Girl With Itchy Feet
– AtticusA Travel Poem For The One On A Journey. Any Journey.
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading me 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.
– Walt Whitman, from Song of the Open RoadA Travel Poem That Sums Up Adventure In Four Gorgeous Lines
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,
– Edna St. Vincent Millay, from TravelA Travel Poem From Margaret Atwood Because She Never Disappoints
No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
It was always the other way around.
– Margaret Atwood, from The MomentThis Travel Poem Is Just Everything
You are not a tree. You are not bound
to the ground you walk on. You have
wings and dreams and a heart full of
wonder. So pick up your feet and go.
Spread kindness like a wildflower
wherever you go. Fall in love with the
life you live, and always leave people
– Drewniverses, from TumblrThis 19th Century Travel Poem Is Just. So. Good.
Lie the lands I’ll never see-I, whose longing lives and diesWhere a ship has sailed away;I, that never close my eyesBut to look upon Cathay.
Things I may not know nor tellWait, 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 healAncient scars of trench and tombI shall never walk: nor kneelWhere 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.
– Dorothy Parker, from HearthsideIf Only I Could Swallow This Modern Travel Poem
– Nayyirah Waheed, from TravelingThen, There’s This Transcendent Travel Poem
– Lindsay O’ConnellAnd This One
Somedays, I grow tired of life,
and long, for the next great adventure.
– AtticusFinally, If You’re Waiting To Pack Your Bags And Go…
Catch the trade winds in your sails.
– H. Jackson Brown, from P.S. I Love You (well, sort of. It’s a quote from his mother).
Did you enjoy these travel poems? Let me know in the comments below which one of these travel poems was your favorite! Mine is definitely #5, but I love them all!
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