Travel Poems to Inspire You!

I hope these well-known travel poems inspire you to get out into our big, wondrous world and do some exploring. 

I’m a firm believer that travel changes us in profound ways.  The excitement and life experiences that happen when we travel are unlike anything else. Getting out into the world broadens our perspective, helps us practice “rolling” with things and being in the present moment.  It’s also one of the quickest ways to shift from valuing “things” to appreciating meaningful connection and our oneness with others.

I’d love to read your own travel poems, if you’d be willing to share them here!  We are all journeying here together -  may your travels, whether around your neighborhood or across the ocean remind you to grab a hand and a heart every chance you get, everywhere you land.

Enjoy!

Big love to you all,

Barb

Song of Myself (46, lines 1210-1214)

Not I, not anyone 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.

Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

 

The Road Not Taken

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.

Robert Frost (1874-1963)

 

The Farewell (from The Prophet)

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.

Khalil Gibran (1883-1931)