These captivating verses embark on metaphorical or literal voyages, taking readers on transformative paths of exploration and growth. Journey poems may depict physical travels, introspective adventures, or pursuing a higher purpose.
They delve into the challenges, revelations, and personal transformations experienced along the way. These poems invite readers to embrace the uncertainties of life’s journey, finding meaning in the process rather than just the destination.
They celebrate the courage to embark on new paths and the resilience to keep moving forward, inspiring readers to find purpose and fulfillment in their unique journeys.
The Thirty Pilgrims in ‘The Canterbury Tales’ and the host belong to diverse ranks and professions representing the contemporaneous society.
ONCE ON A TIME, as old tales tell to us,
There was a duke whose name was Theseus;
Of Athens he was lord and governor,
And in his time was such a conqueror
‘Outward Bound’ by Helen Hunt Jackson is a rousing sonnet that dispels one’s fears of traveling into the unknown with a reminder that we make the same bold excursions every day of our lives without ever acknowledging it.
The hour has come. Strong hands the anchor raise;
Friends stand and weep along the fading shore,
In sudden fear lest we return no more,
In sudden fancy thaThe safer stays
‘The Canterbury Tales: General Prologue’ by Geoffrey Chaucer expresses the poem’s satirical view on the society of its time.
Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote,
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licóur
Of which vertú engendred is the flour;
‘The Road That Has No End’ features a speaker who yearns for an endless journey that will bring them fulfillment.
Hast ever tramped along the road That has no end? The far brown winding road,—your one Fast friend
‘Night Drive’ by Seamus Heaney captures the two sides of a long drive. There is the tangible (the physical journey) and the emotional or mental journey that accompanies it.
The smells of ordinariness
Were new on the night drive through France;
Rain and hay and woods on the air
Made warm draughts in the open car.
‘The Road’ is simultaneously a thrilling car journey at night and a deeply personal mediation on time, humanity and the natural world.
I made the rising moon go back
behind the shouldering hill,
I raced along the eastern track
till time itself stood still.
‘On A Journey’ by Hermann Hesse is a poem that seeks to provide both comfort and solace to those who find themselves demoralized by life’s journeys.
Don't be downcast, soon the night will come,
When we can see the cool moon laughing in secret
Over the faint countryside,
And we rest, hand in hand.
‘The Silver Flask’ by John Montague recounts the poet’s family reunion and their journey to Ireland after twenty years to celebrate Christmas.
The family circle briefly restored
nearly twenty lonely years after
that last Christmas in Brooklyn,
‘Hearthstone’ muses over the literal and symbolic weight of a slab of slate that the speaker intends to install in their home.
Lifting the slab takes our breath away
Corner to edge, edge to corner.
Its weight steps the plank
shifting from foot to foot.
Larry Levis’s ‘Childhood Ideogram’ unravels the intricacies of identity, memory, and the transience of time through the speaker’s nostalgia.
I lay my head sideways on the desk,
My fingers interlocked under my cheekbones,
My eyes closed. It was a three-room schoolhouse,
White, with a small bell tower, an oak tree
‘California Prodigal’ by Maya Angelou is a journey through California’s landscape, blending tradition and innovation, with themes of renewal and identity.
The eye follows, the land
Slips upward, creases down, forms
The gentle buttocks of a young
Giant. In the nestle,
‘Theories of Time and Space’ by Natasha Trethewey navigates a journey of displacement and memory, urging readers to embrace change.
You can get there from here, though
there’s no going home.
Everywhere you go will be somewhere
you’ve never been. Try this:
‘What Now?’ by Gary Soto is a contemporary poem that speaks to the universal experience of aging and learning.
Where did the shooting stars go?
They flit across my childhood sky
vAnd by my teens I no longer looked upward—
My face instead peered through the windshield
‘A Watery City’ engages with themes of friendship and journeying, significantly how they are affected by the passage of time.
Well if I’d known how many bridges there were in that city
I’d have worried for your soul and I’d never have written
Hope the prose is flowing as effortlessly as the Lee if
I’d considered the sea. I hadn’t reckoned on reversible rivers.
‘Canal Bank Walk’ explores a spiritual communion with nature, yearning for a pure, unselfconscious connection with the divine.
Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the canal
Pouring redemption for me, that I do
The will of God, wallow in the habitual, the banal,
Grow with nature again as before I grew.