Best Rowers Poems

Monet's Impression, Sunrise

First impressions leave memories
that can linger for a very long time
and give a sense of peace and understanding
that rewards the solitude of the mind
with satisfaction in contemplative reflection.
This may be deceiving and can mislead one to believe
that which is right may, in fact,...

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Thunderous silence in fresh mountain air
Dragonflies land on a mirrored flat lake. 
A trout breaks the surface with but a swirl
Hushed morning stopping to rolling vast cheer.
Eight boats of rowers united in curl
Sixty-four faces combined in their ache
Coxswains urging each stroke with due care.

Rugged peaks...

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You are extreme in beauty
perfected by builders who constructed all
your planking with pine trees from Ivory coast
and made a mast for you out of the combined crafts 
from brown ebony and snake wood. 
Out of the oaks from Bashan your Oars are made
and from the...

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"The Ship of State"

On Ship! New billows sweep thee out

Seaward. What wilt thou? Hold the port, be stout

See'st not thy mast

How rent by stiff Southwestern blast? 

Thy side, of rowers how forlorn?

Thine hull, with groaning yards, with rigging torn,

Can ill sustain

The fierce, and ever fiercer...

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I spend my hours these days
Watching the Olympics
With the usual champions the Americans
Canadians  sometimes winning
A few medals for swimming
Women winning
Still no men
Emotional with Oleksiak
16 year old Torontonian
Breaking Canadian records 
With 4 medals
Women  rowers too getting there
Wrestlers, high jumpers, gymnasts,
And Nestor and Pospisil
For tennis...

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river. gold
liquidcopper sheen & skypulp
mashed upon fatrocked banks 
refracted beams;
reflections.
The kid squeal.
The rowers chirp "hello"
[multiple oar-chasm] we bridge it
with a languid arm-sigh tooing, no fro. Yes, 
the 20th century is over,
and the "Water-Noodle" 
has arrived.

Time works different out here.

The national spine
doesn't belong
to a book. No....

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Oliver is the cox of the LTA mixed cox four team, 
And graduated from Warwick Uni in Philosophy, 
Where he started rowing at once in his first year, 
Soon to become the cox of lively rhythmic orality. 

After graduating, in his time in the summer...

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my anonymity is stalking the streets 
like a preoccupation. mornings, slowly I creep
into august daylight, filling beat boroughs.
passing the time: digging fake burrows: 
motel rabbitrooms don't come with sheets: 
boxes gloomy in the dinge; dead-end streets.

dark corners; alleys; clean and replete.
rowers; faces; kept random, entreat
to...

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Along the River

Along the river the wildflowers bloom:
Bright swathes of orange, blue and lavender
Join the swelling of buttercup mounds
Awakening scarlet petals of love.
Rowers slide by in painted skiffs,
Speckled fish leap to climb the sky.
I follow the Sun, always the Sun,
She stirs the world in the...

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Galactic race tactic was to avoid lactic acid
Build-up in muscles of space rowers seeded
Second in race around Milky Way star stud
In spacecraft flyers, human driven and blasted.

The crew of eight females well chosen and trained
For the galactic bathtub derby in space powered
By oars that warped...

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Across the vastness of the silver sea of pain,
in a cave in the land of "I don't know",
a moonclad maiden waits and weeps,
embroidering her comely countenence
with copious corpulet crystalline tears
and, fears his ship won't make return

On the marble temple porch of devotion,
betwixt obsidian statues of...

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Aye, scurvy dog! Take one of those!
as cannonballs deal deadly blows.
A satisfying, savage row:
the bond between the rowers grows.
But rapid fire, be on your toes;
you’re in the open, all exposed!
How quick it ends? Nobody knows,
but in the end, it’s down she goes...


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Row To Riches is...

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i don't write poems like poets
or rap like rappers
i flow boats like rowers
talk what matters
wasn't raised on council estates
still a victim to down force weight
gravity pulls seeds from trees
it's a vertical growth without no treats
see how poetic wordings breathe
evading me in the verse and beat
as...

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Then Captain Thompson told a tale of whales,
of Davy Jones and seas that take mens' lives.
Of raging waters cold with great strong gales,
that drive his vessel deep although man strives.
A story laced with woe and weeping wives,
of boats fast pushing clear of shore and waves.
To...

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at last something broke you
and that something, it was you
you were closing your eyes
you were seeing it through

you blew up and sold
the world outside and within
and i fell on your black day
you showed me how to live

you showed me how to die
and no matter how...

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