#trip poems on Hello Poetry

neth jones Nov 9

road trip appetite [using titles of films i recently borrowed from the library]

you drive my car    and i am a serious man
a passenger   thru dumbland
leadened head laid back
i've been allotted time   in that liquid sky
totally fxxxed up   but it's bin a day  hasn't it?

don't breathe
           we are gone
beyond     we are eyes without a face
our inter-beings   all blood tea and red string
in the wrong hands   we are a ****** party
hand in hand you are my spider baby
                    and i  am all ‘mom and dad’ at play
i dread you should say 'i don't know what you mean ?'
...but it doesn't come to that
you allow me
          and we are smiles unravelling space and texture
miles of scope and no arrest for the wicked
no rest for the foreign
no reign for the horses   no horse for a kingdom
we are kings of this country
    yet we belong to this landscape
and its negative edible

riding with you (roof down  converted)
we joined the new world
we took a journey   to the beginning of time
    it feels like we're fleeing   an extravagant shared criminal act
i look across at you  and the brood of thoughts
are so sedate and fantasy ***** and socially writ
that i broker the realities we’ve borrowed                 (the flux gourmet splatter of dimensions)
and return us to the pair of cannibals in love that we are
                                          firing out across trip america
           an invention for destruction
invited back by life's appetite

                                             [signed] - a love exposure

10/2024

the d.v.d. titles -
drive my car / a serious man / dumbland / liquid sky / totally f***ed up / don't breathe / eyes without a face / blood tea and red string / ****** party / spider baby / mom and dad / the new world / a journey to the beginning of time / the brood / broker / flux gourmet / invention for destruction / love exposure

#nonsense #silly #titles #trip #road #travel #drugs #madness #couple #car

Christopher Westra Oct 10

Bitcoin: A One Way Trip (Bitcoin Poem 114)

Millions are flowing to Bitcoin
And joining this stable ship
But almost none are flowing out
As Bitcoin is a one way trip

Many are coming for safety
From debasement’s steady drip
They stay as their value grows
Thus Bitcoin is a one way trip

Some flow to bitcoin for freedom
From the tyrant’s desperate grip
And then grow more committed
As Bitcoin is a one way trip

Sometimes the price will bore you
And sometimes the price will rip
But over years, the value soars
For Bitcoin is a one way trip

It’s a one way trip for people
So far, a one way trip for price
Make the trip over to bitcoin
You won’t need to make it twice

You can see this poem on a background here - https://www.bitcoinpoems.pro/delivery114BitcoinAOneWayTrip.html. Fiat will go down in value over the coming years. Bitcoin will go up in value over the coming years. It's not chance - it's the way each one is issued.

#bitcoin #finance #freedom #free #crypto #westra #trip #grip

Nathan Lippmann Aug 23

The curse of the night

The curse of the night
Is the blure in my life
The Things I took, weren't nice
They Show me a spooky sight

Scars like tattoos on my skin
Telling the stories I went in
The game I played, I will not win
It made me live in the city of sin

But this city is tearing me down
This city, full of strange clowns
And the odd beast is wearing the crown
And I'm wearing the queens gown

I tried to find a way
So I can leave the city today
But all the ways lead to stay
Trapped in the city, no way away

I hear a haunted voice
It was to much but not your choice
Now I have to pay the invoice
I hear the creepy drum beat noise

It's the army of death
I have no breath
They're comming, to bring me to the depth
To chamber of the undead

A ringing voice, hey sis come back
I looked at the door, I hear it crack
And then around me, only black
The earth was quaking and I felt a whack

My mind flew through space
I came back to my place
I saw my brothers face
The paramedic said "We have to go, no time to waste"

#mentalhealth #trip #drugs #abuse

Malia May 12

Undone

It’s like I’m walking
Home from school,
Counting the houses
That look the same.

It’s like I’m skipping
The cracks again,
Humming the tune
Inside of my head.

It’s like my shoe laces
Keep coming undone
No matter how much
I tie them up.

I pick at the thread
Hanging off of my sweater,
Not bothering to bend down
And double-knot.

And then when I trip,
I sit
And wonder
Why.

#life #monotony #sameness #shoelaces #shoes #walking #nostalgic #trip #fall #undone

Carlo C Gomez Apr 2

Night Bus

outskirts of
Seagull-Sunday
tethered
in darkness
the road
is moving
at the perfect
speed

intermediary
spaces
like peaceful
trees
blend into
the fog
of circling
insects

brittle
nocturnes
an overnight
journey
spent
staring out
the window

forming
itself
entirely out
of the interstitial
moments
that make
for a sort of
homecoming

#home #reflection #night #travel #road #trip #nostalgia

Edoardo Alaimo Feb 3

Threads

You could go on adventures together,
Enjoying a hot cup of mulled wine,
Or just share stories sitting on a couch,

Having an infinite amount of joy
Spreading bullsh1t 10000 km away,
Finding secret codes, creating phrases.

Some threads work in close range,
Or they stretch out a far distance,
Tying with friends, new or old alike,

They melt the rock ice beneath,
Within the reach of your finite souls,
Exploring the walls of a finite home.

They bring fire in your heart,
Making it want more and more
Thirsty of the whole endless world.

Thoughts after a 22hours trip back home,
And after 3 months in California,
Harvesting opportunities and meeting wonderful people

E.A.

#friends #trip #soul #connection #life #abroad #bond

Poetoftheway Jan 20

wrestlemania (a voyage, a trip, an unexpected death)

wrestlemania

traveled cross country,
wrestling with extended
celebration and an
unexpected death;
the body maladjusts,
only to be disrupted
when time zones reset,
hard a-heels upon return,
packing up again for a
sacred pilgrimage
to a summer place
of sheltering, where poems
grow and dangle like participles
from local fruit farms, one
need only pluck and taste,
attach your moniker
and then feed them to the
joggers & walkers running past

send them all on their voyages,
hopefully protected from
travel disorientation and the
cycle of rebirth

with luck, bits and pieces of me
will accompany said word whispers,
them shreds and shards
requiring healing,
or just pruning,
exiting old words,
fresh fruit berries,
roadside acquisitions to b
carry me stained & strained
& happy new travels o‘er
this fruited plain

#pottery #wrestlemania #voyage #trip #unexpected #death

Rich Dec 2022

Nostalgia Trips

Energy radiates and traces my body with celestial tones
I am more alive than I’ve ever been
when surrendering to awe and wonder
the same way my younger self fearlessly did

something about that glimmer hasn’t left yet, may never leave
memories still have flavors to me
mornings with a lake of flakes in my bowl
or years and years later when a fried hangover cure restores me
each month and its esculent flashbacks are a part of me
a cell in the skin
a beaten feather in the wing

something about the glimmer hasn’t left yet
the Earth is still new
and discoveries never expire:
new scenery
new explorations
new chronicles in the cinema
new kindred spirits
new waves of audio
new therapeutic solitudes
all balancing out the
new captivities
new mistakes
new mediocrity
new unhealthy solitudes
and more

until the body is a home base of homeostasis
commensalism at its finest

but something about the glimmer hasn’t left yet, may never leave
I outgrew shadows who doubted their expiration dates
I don’t rubricate the sky in a rage
anymore
don’t let the heartbreak pause a pulse
anymore
don’t let misanthropy obscure who I see
anymore
don’t let uncertainty’s web catch me in a paralysis
anymore

or at least I try

something tells me I’ll never “age out”
of my hunger to live fully
I know deep down you're similar
your craving will not fade into cinders

oh what a feelin!
To be trippin on nostalgia.

#nostalgia #youth #flasback #memories #adulthood #maturity #growing #trip #honesty #decades

sgail Aug 2022

everyone else writes about big sur

(why not?
it is a poetic place to be)

I think I was here in a past life as a whale
I saw it happen
the cleaving, millions later, the taking
I might have been there
when pangaea heaved herself out
this coastline, primordial
designed to be passed through,
remembered
lest we get bored and forget about
all the stolen land

rare Romantic sublime
lapis, aquamarine, sapphire
all at bat with black cliffs

you must digest it all quickly
say you have been
long to return
but maybe not.

google "the Esalen Institute"

#big #sur #road #trip

Odd Odyssey Poet Feb 2022

Hitchhiker

Hitchhiking at night, caught a lift with
the sun. Riding around the many of stars.
The heavens close at hand, hell conspiring;
while the world was burning.

I must of been roaming around
Judgment Day. At the edge of oblivion;
wondering which place I should go.

Limbo it was; uncertain like the ghosts
of their incomplete dues.
Two extremes, of the crowded silence;
and emptiness of all their screams.

Was it only a dream?

While my eyes were still open;
but blinded in their tears.
Bare hands that hold onto the heaviest
of all my greatest sins.

Cold and paralysed; I came back to life.
Soon to return back to earth.

Oh what a trip!

#death #limbo #trip