Boat Abc Poems | Examples
These Boat Abc poems are examples of Abc poems about Boat. These are the best examples of Abc Boat poems written by international poets.
When death struck
I was rowing in a narrow fjord, and the sea was calm
Then the rocks fell into the water, disturbing the peace
I rowed on
Until a part of the mountain fell, forming a gigantic wave
I was lifted riding the wave and saw a village disappear.
The boat splintered, but I was safe.
I looked down into the village, people coming out, not knowing
They were dead. I saw them dissolve, becoming drips of water
Before they ran into the sea, who was the mother
I kept on walking and came to a valley of roses, and they knew nothing
Of the tragedy that befell the people in the fjord.
I built a house in the belief that here, the sea would never reach me.
Double yellow lines
I sit inside a massive fog of nothingness
plays on my imaginary piano using one finger
a ditty, sun outside, sun inside, sun only sun
I feel massively and supremely untalented
Now that the amalgamation of writers, poets
dancers, trampoline ladies, and painters that
lived inside of me, has turned into a block
immovable zero
I look at a black dot ringed by a grey cloud
If I stare at this long enough, the cloud might
disappear, only it is not, it turns into a dervish
The amalgamation has fractured, and I sit on
a rowing boat on a green sea, watching gulls
white as angels fly upward into a hole in
a void, at last, there is silence, and I'm at ease
With my vastly incompetent self
Grecians
Hellas and the port of Piraeus hold a memory
in my seafarer’s heart, civilized people, no
they are not leaders of efficiency, but you can
talk to them and expand your knowledge.
Not forgetting whores, they had time for a drink
sharing, a joke, and didn’t hurry you.
In Hamburg, it was never thus, no smiles, no foreplay
efficiency ruled; money on the table, the trousers
down fast, get out, no need to take your
shoes off. Yet the Germans are admired, but
when they have nothing to export
The Hellenic people will go on smoking cigarettes
and being civilized.
The Watershed
There was a time when 45. I thought life had passed me by
I had spent too much time seeing the night train leave.
Through the rain, the soaked train windows saw people
reading others looked into space, some were crying
My friends had drifted away, and my old mate
Trond had found God, and to think we sat all night long
talking about books, and in the morning, we went out with
his boat fishing, drinking cold beer and falling asleep
the sun danced on the blue water in the fjord
wind from the dark mountain didn’t blow.
The best women, too, lost patience and took the tram home
To Mum and your dad, waiting for you to grow up.
At 45, your parents begin dying, and the impossible
happens you are a floating iceberg lost in a glass of whisky.
And just as wheels on suitcases were invented, you grow up
Polish your shoes and find that little cabin in a hidden
valley has a leaking roof and has been waiting just for you.
The Odd Narrative
Steamed up the window, my finger I paint a landscape,
Mountain, forest, and lake; the peak cries into
the lake becomes a vast ocean,
where trees made into wooden rafts floats
Midmorning, there is only an outline left of the crest,
this will happen to the Himalayas,
it will be a grassland on a plateau where horses gallop,
flying mane and all that,
since man won’t be there to domesticate and make them
drag bunk beds and kitchen stoves around the pampas.
The rest of the world will have sunk into a big sea that is so still
it spends all its time mirroring the blue sky thinking, it’s seeing
is so deeply in love with the image,
that doesn’t notice the man in a rowing boat; he’s one time forgotten,
he has married a big fish
which he thinks is a mermaid, often puts his hand in
the sea and strokes the fish’s belly: “without you,” he murmurs
“I would truly be alone.”
"is it just me, or is that an
actual reality, that people are nowadays blind and deaf in one."
-Ds-
Amber sunrise, clouds flee
Brushing against the horizon.
Cool river's plashy bank calls.
Dawn awakes scatter rays.
End of bait string dangles,
Float swirls. First, a nibble,
Got a fish; it bit my finger
Hard and got away.
I once again cast my line
Just sat, watch, and wait.
Kipper in its depth nibbled,
Line took a tug, a splash,
Makes a dive.
Not again, it's off
Out into the open.
Pole away, oars in hand
Quiet push home.
11/2/2021
A life of sailing journeys
Beckons to embrace
Catching the wind in the sails
Dealbation heaven opening to the cloud full sky.
Early morning radiant sunrise,
Filling everyone with spiritual pride. Being
Guiding into the horizon all the way out to sea
High tide and off with a full moon navigating by the stars
Idealizing the sea and smell and feel, the tease of cool breeze.
Just pull the sails up and fill them with wind.
Knowledge of skillful sailing assures a safe voyage. Having
Limitless freedom out in the ocean
Minds forget the terror of being forever lost at sea
Newfound enthusiasm sighting shore will
Oblige thoughts comfort in difficult times.
Passing of so many days and nights,
Quiet twilight nights lulls-tired bodies to sleep. The
Recovering crew continues to work as
Squalling seagulls swoop from azure sky
Trailing behind the up and down floating sail. Homewards bound
Under the right conditions if the tides and wind permit.
Voyage takes the route back home with fond memory
Worlds apart are distant lands
Xenophilia for the unknown
Yearning, passion search for
Zealous admiration for the sea
5/6/2020
BEAUTY THAT SLAIN
Vivacious voyage into the Azure
Heart never embark on this imaginative story
Without the consent of the body
To envision your whole, glamour and bliss
Which is a physical adorningly masterpiece
Lips sumptuous, dripping sweetness in every word
Your beauty term others odd
You could have been Miss World
But you ain't part of this world.
Like a knight I raise the sword
Not to spill blood
But in adulation of beauty of a god
Cos your posh of beauty heal the world
Enchantingly fascinating me like an enchantress
Reeling and basking in emotions without duress.
Now I am hyperventilating,
Sexual desires I am venting
Only mutual affections
Will start and end this,
Nailed it, erections killed it;
Setting my heart racing while buttocks on the sit.
What have you caused this soldier of 9 lives?
A love bleed, deeper than piercing of knives.
No retreat no surrender is my mojo
And I'll rock your boat like it's a slow mo'.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2nd April, 2020.
Land of Dreams
By Migdalia Torres
Land of Dreams
Candy-colored beams
Tree streams of Yellow Lemon Dew Drops
Red, Green and Blue Gumballs Cars
The path to Rainbow City covered with Peppermint Boat Docks
Sugar Cane Boats floating thru a Chocolate covered River
All sorts of Colored Coded Candy, that is sure to please
A little boy and little girls wish would sure to have a Candy Land Adventure in the Land of Dreams
If I showed you my pain would you look at me another way,
If I showed you my tears that fall from my face would you collect them and create my own special place ,
If I told you I hate the way I look would you hold my face gently and tell me I'm all the best chapters in your favorite book,
If I told you to leave would you grab me ever so tightly and tell me baby you're all I will ever need,
If I told you I'm so lost and drowning at sea would you build a boat and try and save me,
If I told you please dont hurt me would you say I'd rather die then see you bleed,
If if if that's all it will ever be if
-just tal
Is silent The word
In his arms
The arrow that they have shot through the eye.
We were defeated there
Where he has smiled a little.
Word by word
They have taken care.
Now scared.
Losing them
Heart has made him his own with great pride.
Is silent The word
In his arms
The arrow that they have shot through the eye.
Get a few moments with them
With whom we have engaged our heart.
I don't know where you are tomorrow
Don't know with whom they have given heart.
There is a lot of pain. In your heart
Yet his name has come on Hoto.
The pain we can't forget
Today the same has come for us.
You are more beautiful than the most shimmering stone,
The love that I feel will never run cold
From the first time I seen you, I knew you were mine
Everyone quick to tell me that everything would be fine
From the first time I held you, from the first time you slept on my chest
I felt in my soul that I would give you my best
Your mother and I were not met to last,
you left this world to soon, I wish it was me that had past
My daughter, my love, you mean the whole world to me
I will see you some day, when I pay the boat keepers fee.
Logic is of the brain
And emotions are of the heart
You can use logic to win a heart
But the best of all emotion to keep it
You can be smart and go dumb
Your brain hasn't failed you
It's your heart performing its role
BETRAYAL
It was he,
Who was first,
And not we,
To know that his promise was at an end,
A life of confusion was his, now.
But we were allowed to be sad.
The dark road came with the night.
I took his hand, for he was just a lad.
And there, see, ahead,
No more dread.
It is the light.
The road is paved.
At last,
We are saved.
We hurry and find the porch light, the church door.
I look down at him.
It is not so bad
For he was just a lad.
We push against the door.
For our Saviour is within.
It is He, without sin
The door of putrid dust crumbles.
The vermin within, disturbed,
scuttles and grumbles.
We must go on then.
Nothing here for us.
I lead, he follows.
For he was just a lad.
We come by the river that we all must cross.
There is the boat.
Waiting.
There is the sign.
No more life beyond this point.
Trimming the sail, I say,
Are you ready, Bud.
He replies, ready Bud.
We sail on.
For he was just a lad
and I was just his dad.