Category: Poems about Traveling and Adventure

I wander through these
Fugitive worlds. My face my
Only companion.

Blast from the past:

Hunger for beyond
Do not choose this illusion
Freedom is the key

The mountain glistens
As the stream through the moss sings,
Asking me to leave this world

Blast from the Past:

To the misery
That is endured by those
Who refuse settling.

Not all who wander
Are lost, but some wanderers
Decide to stay put.

Blast from the past:

Should I work to fix
My pigeon-toed walk to God?
I’m best on my knees

I closed my suitcase,
Finally twisting it shut.
Now my arm twists

Blast from my past:

But if I am so
Different from these poets,
How can they move me?

I walk toward
My self, with stars behind the
Coming tomorrow.

Blast from the past:

This one is a program written in the programming language Python

import random.randrange as spin_the_wheel

potential_days = [‘slug day’, ‘chug day’, ‘hug day’, ‘shrug day’, ‘snug day’]

def which_day_will_it_be(potential_days):
return spin_the_wheel(potential_days)

today = which_day_will_it_be(potential_days)

I’ve missed this city
Always a next place to see,
Endless traveling

(Written after going home after a trip.)

Blast from the past:

This carefree world,
This world of idleness,
It belongs to us.