Best Rowboat Poems

I don't need mawkish photographs to see
the drowning rowboat tethered to the dock,
a withered seahorse clinging to debris
as umber water seeps through feeble caulk.

The cord...

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I always answer
     Without hesitation
          To adventure’s calls
Through waves that toss
 ...

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As I was sitting in my rowboat...at a pond at Martha's Vineyard 
I was fishing with my headphones on...listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd
Suddenly, a chilling wind...my...

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For children, summer is swing sets and slides,
ice cream or snow cones, carnival rides,
the school bell’s last ring as kids flee the school,
hot dogs at...

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The celestial royal purple lake
of my wandering soul's freedom,
in a luminous rowboat of dreams,
as the filled moon's fairest face
reflects the sun's benevolence.
As I dip the...

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Give a man a fish, he'll eat for a day.
At least that's what I hear.
Teach a man to fish and he'll sit in a rowboat
fishing...

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hashtagmetoo-  yes me too
I see it    in nightmares-
paralyzed with fear   did I do something
wrong?    will anyone...

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I've Lifted My Oars

I've lifted my oars as I now drift along
I've rowed all my life now my strength is all gone
So I’ll drift through...

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Once I Found, Once I Woke, Once Love Came

Once I found, that darken cave to hide in
Having no true friends to then confide in
I sank...

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Dusk fades again…must I entreat.
As glimpses peer over the sea;
Past borders of uncertainty.
Where love's yearning becomes a feat .
The minutes change to waves and rhyme
Nights...

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no circle in the square root of blood
my nose is a new tourist site

no circle in the square root of blood
my spit is the new...

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These are translations of some of the oldest Japanese waka, which evolved into tanka, renga and haiku. 

While you decline to cry,
high on the mountainside
a...

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The Tumid River of Acheron (the journey) Part 1

Dark the tumid, rushing waters flow
where man most wisely fears to go
Liquid blackness sings of epic pain
torture,...

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Mommy, build me an aeroplane
and take me for a ride.
I want to bounce inside the clouds
and touch the sky's insides!

Mommy can't build you an aeroplane
or...

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The Tumid River of Acheron (the journey) Part One-Revised

Darkly,  the tumid rushing waters flow
where any man most wisely fears to go.
Liquid blackness singing in...

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