Boats Poems - Poems about Boats

... "The Pages" Missing all those years like a page you could turn, a book you could throw casually aside, to be eternally forgotten in electric shady libraries; at som......Read the rest...

...I watch the days roll by and my vision explodes in the sky, morning and noon is merging in one and my energy is spilling all over the land. Seagulls of assorted colors parade on the shores and big bo......Read the rest...

...Africa does not belong to the West. Its raw materials do not belong to the West. The banana republics of French-speaking Africa do not belong to France. African immigration cannot be criminaliz......Read the rest...

...Sunrise was just a red line in the inky void, as Lisa and I reached the harbor decking stairs, but at once, the brazen slash began widening, like a silent, slow motion explosion, thin, smoky wisp......Read the rest...

...to all who faced Katrina Washed away--- Memories of scenes of the past Scattered like debris And yet you wonder if there’s life After all this going on And after all......Read the rest...

... The water, the distant buildings, the small boats nestled in their own reflections, all seem captive to a still that has settled the evening, paused in a lull between breaths. Th......Read the rest...

...Is it Spring? How long has it been? Is it Spring? I don’t see the grass growing, the lawns are dry, the leaves are falling off the trees and the temperature is burning at a hundred and thirty degrees......Read the rest...

...We suddenly strolled down Lakeshore drive facing Goethe street named after Wolfgang von Goethe famous German poet just at the crosswalk while waving to the hidden Walter Payton nooks wandering......Read the rest...

... People anticipated, and waited for the day they could gaze upon my beauty, and that they did. The men adored me, the women admired me, and the children were in awe of me. Everyone loved me! I was......Read the rest...

...I loved my life on the fish quay, among the fisherman's bays, Just to be involved in fish, And learn a skill that pays. Filleting fish all-day long, For chefs with Michelin stars, Local chippi......Read the rest...

...Come and touch the mirror of my soul before I grow old; come and touch the mirror of my soul before the sun goes down and the evening gets cold. I wake up this morning with nothing on my mind but ......Read the rest...

...Here I stand, entirely symmetrical with the longitudinal lines that thrusts perfectly through the balance of our planet with not a moment of fluctuation. Stiffly positioned in a direct sta......Read the rest...

...The Mind's Labyrinth In the quiet chambers of thought, Where neurons weave their intricate dance, Lies the mind—a labyrinth of wonder, A cosmic tapestry spun by chance. I. Echoes of Memory ......Read the rest...

...In the days of wine and roses April showers fresh the air Garden sculptures change their poses Streets are leading everywhere Sun is shining through the curtain Through the gluey young green le......Read the rest...

...The sharp knife of simplicity cut a transverse incision through my scalp. The hands of hope gutted out my psyche, deconstructed my mind, and organized it into a coherent tumor that fills the ga......Read the rest...