Boat Poems | Examples of Boat Poetry

The calendar showed January 1899, there were only a few hours of real daylight He set out in his poor man's boat, early dawn Snow and ice did not melt until mid-May The cold bit his face and hands, he had to try to obtain some food on...

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Lucid refractions prance in this day's gloaming Window panes sway in play to each heave and hoe Stirred by haunting echoes of distant loons wailing My gaze awakens in sheets that float her still to and fro Shimmering, the surface murmurs...Take the Plunge A primal beckoning that whispers to us each by name Push the door, step up to the dock's...

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Here rest my oars. A killick thrown to the school of fishes, To still my boat from the peering waves. Fishy-wishy scatter as water splatters, Like wood chips flying when the pickaxe strikes. A ship draws near, but my killick blocks its kiss— Its stale mouth might stagger my rest, And send my gathered fish fleeing the net. Much of the mud my...

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Remember as a child playing cards, Go Fish? A child's life and fishing go together, dreaming about catching the big one. How big is the big one? At what age will they catch it? Will it be from land or from a boat? Yes a child will dream about the big one, the big one being on the end of their fishing line. One...

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Out on the ocean drifting, alone Thinking about- "His long and wonderful life" But with every wave pain he endures seeps deeper While sounds of the white caps help him to forget The moon turns the tide to high before dark And so, he ponders; it's time...and he jumps!...

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Minke whales, surface and dive massive baleen lined mouths filter out food our boat keeps its distance ...

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Grueling Smiles is a book about a couple the woman had married a man who had been married Twelve times. She had been married twice and would do anything to keep her current husband loyal to her and there marrage. The book "Grueling Smiles" was written by Mossa Crumbo in 1821. The main character. The asked for a new...

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Broad in the beam not much of a looker this crusty rust-bucket of nuts screws and bolts is a crabby old hooker as luck would have it dolled up trolling for supper at any port in a storm she still gives good service tho' down on her uppers now showing her years deep in the scuppers yet still on the game fishing by night for a living not to...

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Harold John Bray, Jr., Seaman 2C- The last surviving member of the iconic Navy vessel the USS Indianapolis. The Indy was a capitol ship that just returned statewide for major repairs and refitting, following a Japanese Kamikaze attack at Okinawa. Nine members of the crew were killed, a somber time. Harold enlisted in the U.S....

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down went the bobber set the hook and don’t panic reel it in ~ fish fry! ...

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One of the clowns in my circus wants to be ringmaster and crack the whip one of the sailors on board my boat wants to be captain and steer the ship but there's only room for one under the big tophat my dear so they're both out of luck and the buck stops here I have the last and final say tho' not one...

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Years ago I did so choose, to go on a Caribbean clipper ship cruise, and, in addition to several other islands, anchored off Nevis, northwest of Saint Kitts, where, in the late 1780's, Nelson had lived, and still bears traces of his presence today, in various parts, pieces and bits. When our windjammer Skipper informed us, 'Shopping here's good, snorkeling is bad,' I...

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Matsuo Basho: English translations of haiku about summer, trees, firefly, fireflies, cuckoos, rice fields, rice paddies, bush-clover, Iris, Irises, temple, temples, Japanese culture, light, daylight, lit, boat, boats. Fireflies turn our trees into well-lit lodges. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch A noontime firefly, dim by daylight, hides behind a pillar. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Firefly watching, the tipsy boatman rocks the...

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I love the blue water, as I am rocked to sleep. The salt air fills my soul, as I dream far away. I am awakening, to a misty sea day. ...

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