Docked Poems - Poems about Docked

...I was seven when we departed for East Africa and what a journey lay ahead of us. First the Suez canal which felt like you could touch the opposite bank as we sailed through them. We saw plenty o......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...

...I tune in to the channel coming forth & then present what's coming through A train of thoughts move like locomotives only stopping for a few From the ethers they descend like falling rain precip......Read the rest...

...I also feel blasé today February 19th, 2024 Linkedin to being lax, and shirking house cleaning tasks, which negligence cost us (yours truly and the missus) a golden opportunity to relocate to......Read the rest...

...someone rocks the boat creating a sway it may be disconcerting but it is also play willing to be surprised which also means shocked are we in mode celebratory with lower mind docked ref......Read the rest...

...You take for granted that people understand your rhythm. You take for granted that everyone knows how to sing. You have been rowing the little boat in the great big ocean. Spilling water into ......Read the rest...

...She wanted to go back to the place that expelled her- Octopode ink on a birth certificate. Black smoke, not blue, Dark smatter hid from view Pale pink sunrise Baby blue skies... It rained th......Read the rest...

...I laid my fate on the mat of my heart And walked the path for a brand new start Unto a place that I once knew I tried to tame the morning dew Buried my past under a rock Ignored the scorn......Read the rest...

...Winter is hiding around the bend and forcing its way towards the center, it is carrying a hundred thousand shovels in a boat and generators pile up to its throat. Hundreds of snow boots, gloves ......Read the rest...

...Thoughts like entries in a old maritime log; They're kenneled on a shelf like a dog; From a ship; dry docked in a bottle, Within a remote hut; of daub and wattle, In my mistakes, perhaps ......Read the rest...

...Autumn is finally here and there is so much to share, the leaves are getting red and there is no place to bury the dead, salvation has fallen on its bare back and there is no way that it is coming ba......Read the rest...

...See them gathering around in the street whispering about the strong man’s defeat; see them running up and down the lane badmouthing the dog that is walking around in the rain. They are armed wit......Read the rest...

...I wait with bated breath for... C. Cure T. Clarence The following crafted approximately midway into the administration of forty fifth president, whose crass, gutsy, lewd, repulsive yawping......Read the rest...

...The grey clouds are slowly moving away and it feels like something good is coming my way, the financial jamboree is skipping up and down the street and the banks are messing with my heartbeat. Th......Read the rest...

...the actor When very young I wanted to be an actor, my uncle Lars had been an actor, I remember seeing him playing a detective and shouted,  this is my uncle, mother took me outside so the play cou......Read the rest...