Best Plain Sailing Poems

A Coffee Merchant was the first man to find,
The corpse as he started off on his daily grind!
What he saw filtered through, so he had grounds
To send for the Police, to investigate what he'd found!

He’d found the corpse lying by the side of a well,
It...

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In the space of six weeks,
had two operations,
the first was plain sailing,
the second one I began failing.
Everything went wrong,
I caught a super bug,
heart, liver kidneys, lungs
oh and oxygen level sunk.
I was in a scary place,
Elias saw it on my face,
he called the paramedics
for he could...

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The first day of a new football season,what does it hold in store
 will it be de ja vous,or many goals will score
Boro, always seem, to put you all to hope
the carrot snatched away,but we do have to cope.

It`s always been the same senario,but there...

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Rob played semi-professional rugby, 
From when he was 4 until the age of 21, 
When he got a serious spinal cord injury, 
Whilst playing that rough game spun. 

As part of his rehabilitation sessions, 
At Rookwood Hospital, exists in Cardiff, 
He played table tennis for...

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Pushed up from stomach's abyssmal pit
Choked off cries, constraint deformed
Packed with panic's punches
Right here where words are formed
Throat cords tightly gripped
Resistance rules my holding back
While mouth stammers mind blown shock
Fear sped thoughts fly blindly
Wild-eyed in disconnected space
Beneath pain's radar, dead-ends faced
Cant find escape through tiny...

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A hostage to fortune, a throw of the dice
Your confidence blind as you skate on thin ice
The plans that made that you think cannot fail
Are full of ambition yet decidedly frail

Life’s so unpredictable, full of surprise
The sworn promises given turned out to be lies
The anger...

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Trekking along with weighty doubts,
Piled repeatedly and in attempt,
The dream so rewarding in giant
But not so plain sailing in its dark clouds.

You keep pushing and pushing 
Though touring in, it's not friendly,
You keep digging and digging
Though pulling might be heavy,
And,
You keep navigating
With a wrecked ferry.

Protracted...

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Anybody, yes, anybody,  can do poetry these days, though
getting it published is a tad more difficult.
For that you must be determined and thick-skinned,
irrespective of your talent,
and it’s plain sailing in any case,
if you’re both rich and vain.
You can write about anything, yes anything,
the less...

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It would be so easy
just to give up on life

It would make complete sense
just to let go

the moment of anger is gone
it’s about keeping yourself sane
when chaos reigns

no one said it would 
be plain sailing
no one said you would 
feel no pain

it’s all about taking...

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One climbs the mountain of life
some full of hope others with fear
each one taking a separate path
already making life changing choices

For some the climb long and arduous
with glimpses of hope and happiness
most trudge along going both up and down
never reaching their true potential

For a rare...

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whats the point in getting old ??? Let me have a look ...
Firstly I was lucky enough to start a chapter in this book ...
My childhood was great in lots of ways , no major ills nor breaks of bone...
My later teens somewhat akin to...

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Insomnia,
Life is worthless,
This society is sinking into hell,
Wake up screming,
Fight fire with fire,
Then nothingness,
And ghostdom,
Does he move us around then put us to sleep,
Or are we talking cheap,
What is you or forget,
Someone touched me last night,
I guess I looked rather sad,
And too old for the...

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Your voyage began in the summer of 69.
The adventures of life lay ahead.
Though you knew it would not all be plain sailing,
Your four years of prep put you in good stead.

At times, when your sea got quite choppy,
You'd batten down the hatches, as it were.
For...

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Feeling the cold winds on the feet is bearable
There's always a blanket to shield the hail

But what about the cold hearts that once emitted warmth?
Whose presence was like sunshine ripping through the grey clouds

Safe to say, the wild transformation was nothing less than a tragedy
Losing...

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I am captivated by the idea, sold in fact
Hook, line and sinker by new moorings
The palpable anticipation of change
Buoyed up on the belief it will solve everything

Of course, there is a snag
Despite fair winds, I take the old me along
On a straight track to a...

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