Best Dock Poems

Early morning and the gantry cranes
at Webb Dock look like long necked
dinosaurs lining up to drink from the river - 
and the sky is aglow as it might have been
when tinged by the first hint of that asteroid 
slamming into Yucatan on the other side
of...

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I left my home, it  wasn't  so gorgeous,
but I knew I could no longer stay
I had nothing to live for,
seemed like only sadness would come my way,
headed for any deep water bay,
sitten' on the edge of sadness,...
wasted by time.....time...

on the bay of grief...

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its big and round
fill with sounds
clean no mouse
has a key and a
lock
its 
THE HOUSE ON THE DOCK...

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Hickory Dickory Dock,
The mouse hushed up the clock.
But Cuckoo caught him by his tail,
Now mouse is serving time in jail.
Until once more the clock will chime, 
And with both hands, the march of time
Then mouse might leave his prison cell,
However, only time will tell.
When parole,...

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Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay
was a very popular song in its day,
but when it played one day as I listened
I realized that the song was a song about nothing.
He's sitting in the morning sun
and he'll be sitting when the evening comes
watching the ships...

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Like silent sentries
in a row
the pylon docks
await my arrival.
It is low tide as I
step onto the
gangway.
Crusty barnacles
cling tenaciously 
to the pylons
as salt sea water
laps the rocky 
shoreline.

A lanky blue heron
carefully picks
it's way
between the fingers 
of the dock slips.
A cool breeze
picks up
and the boats 
respond
bobbing to...

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(Before Sentencing.)

They called him ‘Poor Boy’
a victim of life’s promise...
a voice without love
neither percipient of
nor an indulgence in it.


© Harry J Horsman  2010...

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Hickory Dickory Dock
It doesn’t matter about the clock
When you come down
Don’t break your crown
For Jack will watch like a hawk

Russell Sivey...

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She scans the horizon for a sign
seems fate fell short again this time
And though no ship today, she shows no sorrow

A gentle sigh before she stands
She blows a kiss from mouth and hand
And smiles, for she's sure he'll be home tomorrow

Her presence as certain as...

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Well hot diggety dock, a mouse ran up my clock
Now that's quite a sight but it sounds like a crock
Since the digital revolution
Quite silly, what confusion
Young'uns are thinking you guys need a doc


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Just up the river there is a dock,
you'll see it after the slimy rock.
Attached to the dock is an old, rusted boat
inside there’s a ripped, faded coat.
Some say it was owned by two young lovers,
who spent nights there against the wish of their mothers.
Later they...

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(hello! I'z bee'z day old Cap-pin Mike! this is my first poem I posted on heres!
I'z writes poem'z about my life on day ocean. just bee'z keepin in yaz head dat 
I'z very dis-sleck-sick and very very ADD so please try hard not taz pick...

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The sea still wears her dangerous face,
her width cut arrow straight at the horizon
ragged at the other end, lace to scissors.
The wind is her hound, crazed with
the departure of wind that pushed no rain.  
Colonies of gulls plot their exodus across
 the island to...

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The Old Man’s Dock


The old man’s dock, on a cold Scottish loch,
when the cock crows, he stands in a warm frock,
Taking stock of life’s secrets to unlock.
He stands firm to mock, death’s calling tick tock.
Hard as a rock, he leans against the shock,
as waves of...

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Hickory dickory dock
The mouse ran up her frock
And then her frown turn upside down
Hickory dickory dock...

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