Best Boathouse Poems

 This is the story of Albert Bligh,
who painted a boathouse upon the sky.
Albert was as bored, as bored could be;
he’d grown up in a...

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HELLO DR. SEUSS – DO COME IN

There’s a BEAR
On my STAIR,
And I wish it 
Wouldn’t STARE!
There’s a WUPBOARD,
In my CUPBOARD
And a DOX 
In my BOX,
I...

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ASSUMPTION, PRESUMPTION , GUMPTION

I don’t enjoy been on a plane,
I find it scary and a tad mundane,
But last time I flew,
I sat next to a...

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He's quick to flash his latest jewel.
They must have brought it by mule.
And while he's dazzling your eyes.
He's quickly saying his goodbyes.   Smirkedey...

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Little birds spill onto the gravel
Chirping with disoriented confusion.
A spindly flock warbling
“Mère! Mère!”
Through cracked lips and bony beaks.
Hawks circle indifferently
Unfamiliar with the call
But acquainted with...

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The house,                                               ...

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My head splintered with silent thought

As I pondered over the crimson memories of you

Lifeless you lay

Like a boathouse wooden

Still as a frame

No longer in view

...

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One night in Central Park
Was a love that I embarked.
Of the moments I've endured,
I've never been so sure
Of what may compare to that boathouse,
'Cause when...

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The rain appeared, arctic 
Spattered the duck board 
As angry pellets flinched 
And recoiled 

Boathouse dank, bleak 
Galley proofing transpire 
Moist and humid 
With sense...

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The new roves are not like the old,
They purvey an unwieldy aspect
To their elderly kindred folk;
Even on this steep hill forms encroach
Upon an edifice grand...

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we'd drink something that'd give  good boot 
something strong 

he'd tell me about Dylan T 
the boathouse 
the scenery 
how he'd party with the...

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Sunday Fishing 
In a tranquil inlet a boathouse pained red, a wooden pier 
with steps and a rowboat, tied to the pier. The sea is...

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The Medusa 

I painted a picture of a tranquil bay, a red boathouse
rowing boat, golden pebbles in shallow water 
naturally, the sky was blue, the...

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How ideal to luxuriate
supposed divine right frill
maximizing climate control
with matter of fact bravado
creature comfort pang to fulfill
consequent flagrant portent

to exercise freewill
beware controlled environment
pays hefty bill
cracking...

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My baby has bi-lateral bonbons.
She modulates her rhythm side to side.
She’s a twenty-mule team moving violation,
Her motives pure as borax, her methods bona fide. ...

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