Dock Poems - Poems about Dock

On Strike On The Dock

On Strike On The Dock
 I didn’t have time today.
 I was shopping very late.
 People went on Strike.
 Run for your lives.
 Let's raid the grocery stores.
 They bought up all of the toilet paper.
 Let’s just panic.
 Wemight run out of ass wipes.
 O’ my.
 Just trying to survive.
 Raid the dollar store.

The Dinosaurs At Webb Dock

Early morning and the gantry cranes
at Webb Dock look like long necked
dinosaurs lining up to drink from the river - 
and the sky is aglow as it might have been
when tinged by the first hint of that asteroid 
slamming into Yucatan on the other side
of the world 66 million years ago.

This is 2025 and no

Sitting on the dock of the bay

I was sitting on the dock of the bay listening to a song
when Otis Redding happened to come walking along.
He said, "You watching the ships roll in?"
I said, "Yeah, and then watching ‘em roll away again."
He said, "That stuff's really dug by some,
but I think it’s all pretty much ho-hum."

Grandfather Clock

• Such a fancy grandfather clock
• Standing in the center of the manor
• She bought from some guy at the dock
• For a little over $30 

Hickory Dickory Dock

The clocktower that we chose to climb

Had ten minutes before it would chime

First up was the winner 

The loser bought dinner 

The outcome was a race against time

On The Dock

The dark wood stretching from the shore,
nearby a rack filled with long oars,
ducks swim nearby in a long row,
towards the rocky beach they go.
Underfoot the dock shifts and sways,
responding to the gentle waves,
a little boy peers as the fish
zip underneath with a tail swish.
Old tires posted on each side,
so that boat hulls will not collide,
and

Dynamic Dr in Derry's dirty dock'

Doctor Mcklosky for speaking of truth, mic muted by a judge?
Who sides with un-sooth? Not a doctor to refute her.?? I
Must take it in ( yet a minion of saturn ) in robes black as sin.' Taking no heed of (one hundred thousand dr's more)
Has denied Derry's people by applying un-law full of false
Gravitas is

Sunrise at the Dock

As twilight’s veil begins to gently lift,
The fading grays give way to golds and blues. 
And colors mark the waves as shadows shift,
Reflective of a new horizon’s hues.

Yet gazes fixed on distant unseen springs,
Omit the moment’s splendor cast aside. 
While thoughts are lost on what tomorrow brings,
The fleeting now is taken by the tide.

But wakeful

The Rest of the Story

 - the rest of the story for Hickory Dickory Dock -

Hickory dickory dock,
The mouse wound the clock,
At half past twelve
The clock said it was one
And so the clock was wrong

Hickory dickory dock
The mouse wound the clock,
With each twist it smiled,
Knowing this clock would decide,
When its cheese would arrive!

Hickory dickory dock
The mouse wound the clock,
Gaining

Hickory Dickory Dock

Hickory Dickory Dock
The captain ran up the deck,
When the storm rocked the ship.
The sailors swayed losing grip.
Hickory Dickory Dock

Hickory Dickory Dock
With no one to direct, the ship hit a rock
Into deep waters, it started to sink.
All got drowned before they could wink.
Hickory Dickory Dock

Hickory Dickory Dock

Hickory Dickory Dock,
The mouse hushed up the clock.
But Cuckoo caught him by his tail,
Now mouse is serving time in jail.
Until once more the clock will chime, 
And with both hands, the march of time
Then mouse might leave his prison cell,
However, only time will tell.
When parole, could be his saviour,
Quick release, for good behaviour.
  

Hickory, Dickory, Dock Parady

Hickory, dickory, dock.
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck nine,
It was past the deadline!
He missed an interview,
the job fell through.
He fell sadly to his knees,
no paycheck – no cheese.

My Favorite Place in the World

A lonely dock
Where memories are carved letter plus letter
Where hope lies in absence of written end
Where wind nips softly, devoid of ability to cut
Where a last first kiss is shared
Where I battle with belief and shiver with knowledge
Where it is and just is
A lonely dock

-s.grace

Boy At the End

My Huskie watches the sailboats
From the end of our dock
He cannot swim
But still considers himself king of the lake

Not unlike his chase of robins
That flutter from one tree to another
Looking down and over their shoulder
Singing to his snarl

I see my twenty-something visiting son
Sitting the same the next day
At the end of the dock

No boats but

Dock

Dock

It was deep in my heart.
I want what you have.
With satisfactions in our time while away.
Sleep for all time.

With things that take a long time for the profession.
Travel within you with the balance around you. 
With harmonies that complete your visual pleasure.
I hear the smell,the light,the sounds.

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