Journey Poems
The Seafarer
by Ezra Pound
(From the early Anglo-Saxon text)
May I for my own self song's truth reckon,
Journey's jargon, how I in harsh days
Hardship endured oft.
Bitter breast-cares have I abided,
Known on my keel many a care's hold,
And dire sea-surge, and there I oft spent
Narrow nightwatch nigh the ship's head
While she tossed close to cliffs. Coldly afflicted,
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end’s beginning
by Rikske Kessner
end’s beginning . . . .
. . . . a seed that falls
strikes the ground and ends…
the goodness of its covering
fleshy fruit but an aftertaste…
then germinates and sprouts,
with daily nurturing sunlight
to spawn the next generation
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The Golden Journey To Samarkand
by James Elroy Flecker
I
We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage
And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die,
We Poets of the proud old lineage
Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why, -
What shall we tell you? Tales, marvellous tales
Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest,
Where nevermore the rose of sunset pales,
And winds and shadows fall towards the West:
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In Defence Of The Bush
by Banjo Paterson
So you're back from up the country, Mister Lawson, where you went,
And you're cursing all the business in a bitter discontent;
Well, we grieve to disappoint you, and it makes us sad to hear
That it wasn't cool and shady -- and there wasn't whips of beer,
And the looney bullock snorted when you first came into view --
Well, you know it's not so often that he sees a swell like you;
And the roads were hot and dusty, and the plains were burnt and brown,
And no doubt you're better suited drinking lemon-squash in town.
Yet, perchance, if you should journey down the very track you went
In a month or two at furthest, you would wonder what it meant;
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Pleasure
by Charlotte Brontë
A Short Poem or Else Not Say I
True pleasure breathes not city air,
Nor in Art's temples dwells,
In palaces and towers where
The voice of Grandeur dwells.
No! Seek it where high Nature holds
Her court 'mid stately groves,
Where she her majesty unfolds,
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end’s beginning
by Rikske Kessner
end’s beginning . . . .
. . . . a seed that falls
strikes the ground and ends…
the goodness of its covering
fleshy fruit but an aftertaste…
then germinates and sprouts,
with daily nurturing sunlight
to spawn the next generation
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It doesn’t take much
by Kaylee Wilson
One sad song
one not even meant to be sad
One bittersweet moment
one not meant to linger
One small fragment of a feeling
one that I meant to let go
I don’t want to keep it
I never looked for it
I never sought it out
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56. Adversity Anniversaries
by Kea Campbell
Loving had never made me feel so lonely, and living never made me feel so lifeless.
Patience was scarce and I was desperate for rest, and the only peace I found was in romanticizing my death.
Hate was addictive, but only towards myself, because I bought into the beauty standards that society sells.
At 10 I didn't know that it was rape and not love, because I believed what he told me until he hurt me for fun.
12 and I hoped that my heart surgery would fail, because at least it'd get me out of writing fair wells.
14 and I wondered “What if infanticide would have won?” or “What if my parents had never given me up?”
16 and my wrists were an escape from the numb, and the only things I believed in were my sports and bulimia.
18 and my stories grew older and untold, because no one had time to be friends with broken souls.
19 and 1 month and I feel most alive; now I know how to live, and not just survive.
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55. Why'd You Leave Me Bruv?
by Kea Campbell
Roses are red and violets are blue;
Enjoy this amateurish poem because I low-key like rhyming, so that's what I'm gonna do.
It's only been days and I already feel something missing;
Part of my head and my heart died and the goodbyes made me feel empty.
Sunsets never get old, and good friends are always hard to lose;
I guess the tables have turned, because now I'm the one waiting for you.
It sucks that you're gone and maybe it was past due;
And I know we've been on plenty of adventures, but it's a shame I'm no longer with you.
Now I'm watching every sundown alone;
And I'm no longer able to see the moonlight in your eyes.
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My Journey Of Spiritual Awakening
by AiR - Atman in Ravi
It was 31st August,Two Thousand Fourteen
I was on a Quest, to get answers I was keen
That day, I boarded a Divine flight
There were stars twinkling in the sky that night
Who am I? Why am I here?
These two questions rung in my ear!
I too wanted Success, I wanted Happiness
But my life was filled with misery and stress
I had several Questions that I put to the test
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