Canoe Poems - Poems about Canoe

...A dawning twilight's me. Oh, joy. Oh, what a joy. This day. Oh, what a day. A breath bestills my eyes and I, e'er slight, a deeper breath that reopened them and myself to a blessed pleasing. ......Read More

...Mix things up Strike them down Create a thing See what's found A darkened sky Some new creation To save the world Evil cessation Not five but four One more than three Take note please Hear......Read More

...Light reflects Autumn's ink on smooth waters, an image stirred by a passing canoe an image stirred by a passing canoe on smooth waters, Autumn's ink reflects Light Fall dabb......Read More

...I PRAY A BLACK CAT, CROSSES YOUR PATH. I PRAY THAT SOMEONE, STEALS YOUR STASH. I PRAY YOUR DREAMS, NEVER COME TRUE. I PRAY THERE IS A HOLE, IN YOUR CANOE. I PRAY IT'S DARK AND......Read More

...Tippy Canoe and Tyler too Gray rabbit is on top with attitude, spots overdue Red rhino steadies him as he leans Balancing a blue ball, which is filled with beans Rocket ship is kind of in the m......Read More

...lake-born brown wild rice dried flat by hot hardwood flame ~ canoe rests onshore (October Full Moon – Dakota)......Read More

...beach bound heading there with canoe three hippie squirrels driving a VW, what could be better? potato salad and hot dogs ready listening to Beach Boys music from the sixties......Read More

...Campfires and Thunderstorms Campfires and thunderstorms: Heads poke out from under cover, To see clouds bursting, That swell the river. Ears prick to hear tree snapping sounds, As li......Read More

...Canoeing Memory Blood floods my brain with days of youth, As I relax on the sofa and let my mind wander, To happier times when paddling the lake; In our cedar canoe, my friend and I, Sk......Read More

...Beneath the high cliff, a river flowed, Just near a bridge across a wide road. On the other side of the river A sandy beach stretched wide forever. A canoe appeared just you and me, We dragged......Read More

...Like a fountain of gaseous magma, My heart pours out grief daily, This pain hits differently, Crumbling the four walls of my heart, I've bottled up this fumes unsuccessfully, Believing grown men......Read More

...Rapids Ahead I hear the canyon echo the cascading eddies volume, Growing louder as I paddle closer to run the descent, To enter the lake past water, hidden rocks and seething foam, While......Read More

...some poems ask to be naked they have no use at all for punctuation not even for an en dash an em dash nor hyphen they play with a flowing grammar that must be read like water or paddled th......Read More

...willows in symmetry ripples in crowfoot swan goes with the flow......Read More

...It was back about 1803, there stood a small cabin near to the sea, where a widow lived by the name of Joanne, who could not grieve for the death of her man, since six years back he’d vanished com......Read More