Best Cargo Ships Poems

As the moon smiles down on the sparkling Mediterranean
The gentle rolling hills
Reach bejeweled fingers into the sea
Spilling the overflow of sparkling lights
Onto fishing boats that dot the horizon
The irregular coastline, encrusted with diamonds, rubies, and sapphires, flirts with lovers in parked cars who melt into...

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The harbor gave a dim illumination,
lampposts vaguely penetrating the dark water.
As waves like shades of wine drowned the jagged shore of stone,
I watched a fibrous complexion of steel shimmer from the water's edge.

Ships sleep, rocking gently on a resting sea,
machines of quiet obedience.
The moon, outlining...

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Before morning sun was dressed for the day, 
the white noise came and shook the darkness,
like swells swinging ships on the French Passage, 
cargo ships before the engine was pulled 
from the womb of modernization

Before the day break open the citadel of night, 
leaving weak...

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Men of Honor in the mist  Kokoda 1942......

Men of Honor in the mist,... 
Sometimes by a bullet kissed,... 
Shoot the buggers they'd insist,...
Threeo plonked,                    ...

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Even precious jewels cannot approach their value,
For the women of merit are priced beyond them.
Their beauty is found in the works of love they do,
And in their smile facing the future that is never dim.
Most arise at dawn when it is still like the night
And...

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[starboard port]

the ocean—an onyx plate predawn—
somnambulant ships preen with a swag of
warning lights

massive hulls: cargo ships, flotillas, tankers,
passenger liners loll; red lights buss
the somber slate of sky—spangled strings of 
bawdy bulbs on the riggings—pole dance
beside the quay—ridged, behemoth smokestacks
toy with the flames of gold and...

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1 2 1 2 in a tutu playing croquet at three pm

Abracadabra is a giant kilo of horse manure thrown at the head with a boom. But a boom is neither a boomerang nor a pickling gate in a jar of curdled milk. Sour then?...

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The Great Escape

Perched on a rooftop terrace in glorious sunshine he watches ahead
Floats on his sky looks inwards and ponders the magic path unravel
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Nine years my leave had spanned
            travelling to my island in the sun.
A native son returning his native land
           where the journey had all...

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She has a proclivity in being jaunty
As she looks down the asphalt way
With stunted growth of apple orchards
That blossom in the spring
They begin; they begin

A carefree end 
To what was swollen, bloated, and rotten
And wickedness emitting the fragrance
Of decaying smells of worthlessness
Across the waters, floating...

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My boat


A small boat moving through choppy water.

Prompt from "Grief" by Raymond Carver 


Some sail in yachts
Some relax on cruise ships
Some transport fruit on cargo ships 
Some are fishing in trawlers
Some refugees seek asylum
Some toil with nuclear reactors
Some wear military uniforms
Some honeymoon in new lands.

A...

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I heard the sea gulls as the sea roared.
A great view of the Golden Gate Bridge,
as I watched the ships flow through the Gate.
After work, on early nights, I had a favorite spot.
Like the fog horns that guided cargo ships from the Far East,
'Quiet' often...

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Moving white neon lines,
Trace I.M. Pei’s Bank of China.
Elegant understated rhythm,
Precise and perfect.
Flowing lighted flags of cargo ships,
Behemoths of the world.
Bare bulb strings of pale yellow,
Pulsing to boat engines,
Walla wallas chugg everywhere.
Warship hurricane bows and guns,
Glowing menacingly across,
The surface shimmer from Kowloon.
Coming from a myriad...

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At Waikiki
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One cow is equal to one soul;
One soul is equal to one cow 
We are all cows walking on the street,
All souls are cows the Namas said!


Kill one cow they will kill two souls,
Our grasses their cows graze on fearlessly.
Fearlessly they took our wells in...

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