Canal Poems - Poems about Canal

Where to begin? Perhaps with the hum of the drill lurking in some unseen chamber, already rehearsing my name? Or the taunting clock counting down the minutes? I’d like to write a poem about something else besides dentistry but this is the loudest thought I’ve got and it’s already wearing my favorite shirt and deciding if the black flats or pink sneakers will be more forgiving when I’m...

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Murky liquid road, shire horses tow narrow boats trading London bound ...

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You might say, “I long to chase this path, As far as it can go, to witness, feel and join, The adventures of the wanderers. I want to mimic them, and do as they do. To dance as they dance and cry when they cry. I want to see their sun of joy and pain, When...

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Water is essential to everyone All species need H2O to survive No one can live without this weapon A dehydrated lion will die in Minutes without any type of liquid Eternal God, I thank and glorify you Nights and days for everything The pride of my People is not dead. Kanal la pap kanpe Pèp Ayisien kanpe Pou defann dwa li Nou fèb men nou ini. Wow!...

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There’s an old canal close by where I live, and an empty lock made of stones massive, traipsing around there, the place can amaze just seeing how the whole of it was made. There’s no mortar here, between these great stones, they align perfect, no a gap is shown; to do this with hand tools and draft oxen, not just one lock,...

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Just one more day until the front door slams The car is packed The road is open We are off. Off to take in the slower pace. The stillness of the navigation. Walking pace through life. To take time to watch a minnow dart See a kingfisher flit Hear an echoey tunnel. Rise with the sun, rest with the sun....

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The canal poked like a finger into the wrinkled abdomen of the Port. Along its length, ketches once bruised wooden wharves unloading wheat shipped from outports across the gulf. Pigeons stalked the spill of grain from hessian bags torn by wharfies hooks. Port Adelaide’s pigeons were kept well fed. I can remember being harnessed to a pole and taught to swim in the cold, dark...

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Those who crown themselves with miters and croziers Are dry and barren canals to which I shall describe Boats remain frozen in their abandoned and void place The waters being a simulacrum of doctrines Only the arid wind gives a sense of forward time The bubbling and fizzing spring they cut from themselves Those who...

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The Escape Artist David J Walker He was Well dressed In a Goodwill sort of way Pinstripes down his Breast Cuffed at the end of Each long leg Shoes buffed Into mirrored shine Checking his Canal Street Rolex For the incorrect time This is how his Day goes Blowing Orbicular grey smoke forced through his churlish nose Awaiting the arrival of The next Greyhound bus That...

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Upon the Banks of the Canal I sit here sipping cider on the banks of the canal, I watch you as you walk and talk at great lengths with your pal. I feel you as you hold the hand of love that’s in your life, I see the way your eyes light up when you look at your wife. I...

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Giovanni Antonio Canal of the famed waterway mall Canaletto,Venice born&bred panoramas thereof enhanced his 'street cred'...

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The Paying (I wish) Public marvels at what comes out: those explosive, star-spangled phrases and melodies (the few times I get it right); but what of the great-real that went in, the life-struggles, the tears, the soul-smothering isolation – not to forget the little left of me, squirming squiggly, imprisoned with the many nameless, sparsely filled, crumpled-up white-pulp battlefields in...

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heptastitch (2,4,6,8,6,4,2) boat bridge odd corridor the Ponte di Rialto first way to span the Grand Canal eleven eighty-one (1181) a bunch of boats crosswise wood bridge better by far the Ponte di Rialto unique for shops built thereupon twelve hundred fifty-five (1255) but wood is weak collapse stone bridge most durable the Ponte di Rialto unchanged in four hundred years plus since fifteen ninety-one (1591) marble marvel inspired foot bridge still used today (2021) the Ponte di...

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The Suez Canal is finally free Precious toilet paper can come to me This too large cargo ship In the world a backward flip Twas as crazy as Boston Harbor's tea...

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More than fifty ships go through the Suez Canal on any day. However, a very large freighter has blocked the passageway. The ship called the "Ever Given" comes from a company in Taiwan. Unsuccessful efforts to move the vessel have been going on. Tugboats and personnel are trying to get the big ship free. Meanwhile, hundreds of other craft have...

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