Best Tugboat Poems

A tugboat named Mary
Was towing a barge.
The tugger was little;
The tuggee was large.

They glided on past
As the sun hit the river,
With engines a’chugging,
A load to...

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A tugboat needs a river;
A sailboat needs a sail.
In order to deliver,
A mailman needs some mail.

A baker needs an oven;
A bicycle needs wheels
And pets require...

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Other places have their charms,
Like oceans, mountains, forests, farms
And I can visit and admire
Why they match someone’s desire

Yet no matter where I roam,
The city is,...

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A warped board on a bench seat
causing discomfort 
to an old bum, an aching foot,
a touch of pity all came to keep me
self-sealed inside a...

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   "I have seen and heard the vibrancy of dreams, 
and the way 
of the crossings-through the ills 
and through...

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Glancing down from breathless heights,
Amidst climey sighs,
The looming colossus awakens from slumber
And stretches across Thelwalls linear skies.
The hot engines hissing steam -
Recalled from fond memories...

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I see darkness; coldness; an abyss. I feel cold; lonely; and fear. I know not of how I am able to change my current course...

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And if I come
I'll bring the dew
Blended with  cruor
Of our veins

And if I reach your hand
I’ll become the tugboat
Of dignity and pride
Preserved with countless...

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A sliver of river appears in my view;
The window has served up the slice.
Of course, thought I’d love the whole vista, to me
A sliver is...

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Grandfather relaxed
While I cleaned his grimed toenails—
He was a tugboat captain.
It was tradition,
As soon as he fell asleep,
I painted his toenails red.

© February 22, 2012
Dane...

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I Wanna End Me

It’s chill dawg. I’m just a savage. Gotta take that redpill homie. Two squared. Remember the illusion and have a giggle. No...

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Granddad Breathed River Air


My grandfather worked on the river.
A tugboat captain was he by trade.
His jobs were diverse and he loved them.
Grandma and their children...

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In the purple haze of the bar room
you muse lustful moves
like the true artist you are
you stumble but find yourself
in the midst of shipwrecks
swaying to...

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As a creature of habit, my daily routine
Doesn’t vary when I take my walk,
Yet each morning there’s something that I haven’t seen
Like some rainbows, on...

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The luminescence of low hanging mist whirls
Agitated winds shiver the tall cottonwoods
The ever present sound of the old river passing
She stands on the small rustic...

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