Boathouse Poems - Poems about Boathouse

...The Medusa I painted a picture of a tranquil bay, a red boathouse rowing boat, golden pebbles in shallow water naturally, the sky was blue, the mountain afar hazy. A noise upstairs, the woman......

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...Distant country The flat was on the third floor, flights of wooden stairs deep groves from generations of people going up and down in the living room, I sat down, had been away too long. The......

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...My baby has bi-lateral bonbons. She modulates her rhythm side to side. She’s a twenty-mule team moving violation, Her motives pure as borax, her methods bona fide. She stood naked in a shell a......

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...The house,                                                                    sailing on the boathouse,                                                trains......

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... This is the story of Albert Bligh, who painted a boathouse upon the sky. Albert was as bored, as bored could be; he’d grown up in a house high in a tree. Albert had a bigger dream, ......

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...How ideal to luxuriate supposed divine right frill maximizing climate control with matter of fact bravado creature comfort pang to fulfill consequent flagrant portent to exercise freewill be......

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...HELLO DR. SEUSS – DO COME IN There’s a BEAR On my STAIR, And I wish it Wouldn’t STARE! There’s a WUPBOARD, In my CUPBOARD And a DOX In my BOX, I know there’s a DARSKET, In my BASKET An......

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...ASSUMPTION, PRESUMPTION , GUMPTION I don’t enjoy been on a plane, I find it scary and a tad mundane, But last time I flew, I sat next to a lady I slightly knew, I was bored and wanted to play ......

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...Little birds spill onto the gravel Chirping with disoriented confusion. A spindly flock warbling “Mère! Mère!” Through cracked lips and bony beaks. Hawks circle indifferently Unfamiliar with th......

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...we'd drink something that'd give good boot something strong he'd tell me about Dylan T the boathouse the scenery how he'd party with the worst of them show 'em how it's done and ma......

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...Sunday Fishing In a tranquil inlet a boathouse pained red, a wooden pier with steps and a rowboat, tied to the pier. The sea is clear as spring water off a mountain fount, but at the bottom a woma......

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...My head splintered with silent thought As I pondered over the crimson memories of you Lifeless you lay Like a boathouse wooden Still as a frame No longer in view Lay......

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...He's quick to flash his latest jewel. They must have brought it by mule. And while he's dazzling your eyes. He's quickly saying his goodbyes. Smirkedey Smirk. What a jerk! He's spotted mermai......

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...One night in Central Park Was a love that I embarked. Of the moments I've endured, I've never been so sure Of what may compare to that boathouse, 'Cause when I looked into her eyes, I saw a fai......

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...The rain appeared, arctic Spattered the duck board As angry pellets flinched And recoiled Boathouse dank, bleak Galley proofing transpire Moist and humid With sense of Frangelico An......

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