At Sea(P) Poems - Poems about At Sea(P)

Original Haiku by Michael R. Burch Keywords/Tags: winter, love, dream, kindness, sun, sea, leaf, leaves, autumn, spring, life, poets, words, stars, moon, war Such a frigid winter day, our words also icy —Michael R. Burch Her love, sheer and ***** as gossamer, did not adhere... —Michael R. Burch I dream of love as bankers dream of repossessing Ferraris. —Michael R. Burch The hummingbird fans an iris: myriad acts of kindness go...

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A thousand ships through the dark nights sail, to mysterious lands and adventurous trails. With a thirst for life, I cannot rest, when one is finished, there comes another quest. I travel many paths into the unknown, with each path completed, I know I’ve grown. Though dangers lurk at most every turn, I sense I’m protected; I have no concern. I try new...

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the river spoke to me ride my current to the sea join my adventure ...

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A brave sailor who sails the high sea will aim knowing his aft from his lee, but Brownian motion, that fabulous notion, works well for an amoeba like me. ...

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Noise and surf blown over, I remember Shade of flowers, they look very mismatched in my corner here These city streets ebb and flow like the sea, let me A close shave of thighs, my window's je t'aime I must have walked out — my nose choked ~with the rain~ Seconds pause. please remember the seconds of flowers....

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She stood there, eyes on the moon, Whispers of 'where do I begin?' It had already ended — a silent doom, She searched for warmth in the sea's despair, But only the silence grew immune. Waiting for waves to even care, But darkness had come too soon. ...

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ADRIFT AT SEA* sea-worn bottle, bobs on a digital tide. inside, not paper brittle with salt, but luminous lines of light, coded in metaphors and rhyme. message tossed into the sea. unknown sender, no harbor designated, no destination on any map. it drifts, a lonely vessel, across oceans of indifference, until… a seacoast appears, unsummoned, unexpected. my eyes, the sand. my mind, the beach. I pick it up, this delicate thing, uncorking the silence. The...

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Ocean's body old footprints gone before I come Ocean's body with flower's toss, overgrowing, old footprints gone before I come — the fall of the tide falls in love Ocean's body...

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When I was a kid, I only knew the sea from a distance— from the deck of a ship, sailing from Manila to Bacolod. I’d lean against the railings, watching the water stretch limitless, wondering what it felt like to touch. It wasn’t until high school that I finally stepped into it. Waves around my legs, sand between my toes. And just like that, I fell in...

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Checked by www.howmanysyllables.com>syllable_counter ************************************************************** Dancing in the Sunshine Ooo ooo, awh, ooo, ooo, awh I wish to dance in the sunshine, Come and dance with me in the shine, Let us dance while the sky is bright, Come close to...

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Speak of the devil incarnate to give the devil his due not to play devil's advocate tho' devil-may-care the devil is in the details and while we're there to state so now would be opportune he who sups devil's food cake or devilled eggs with the devil should have a very long spoon but if we don't the devil you say better the silver-tongued devil you...

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Summer Bliss Hiku 40 ...

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Feeling corny By the sea Stretched out baby Please look at me I got on my shades Do you think I’m hot This yellow tan baby It ain’t store bought Rub in that butter Slather me up If you rub deeply I’m bound to pop Sun kissed towels Baby you and me Both feeling corny down by the sea. Mystic Rose’s Choose one image poetry prompt contest. Image number one. ...

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If he had boarded the frail proud lady, My ancestor would have been a hysteric. It would have been nothing new to him, though — Boarding such a mighty vessel With an unsinkable testimonial. He had been on board Noah’s ark For more than 40 days and 40 nights — The first-ever lockdown in the first-ever Flood pandemic. He would have consulted an oracle...

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He drew maps for a living. Not of roads, but of promises— soft lines where her laughter once lived, tiny arrows where her eyes used to point when she couldn’t say stay. She was the sea— ever folding into herself, a hymn of salt and leaving. No harbor could hold her, no anchor dared ask. He traced her tides in silence, built cartographies of could-have-beens, and marked in...

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