Float Poems - Poems about Float

Here rest my oars. A killick thrown to the school of fishes, To still my boat from the peering waves. Fishy-wishy scatter as water splatters, Like wood chips flying when the pickaxe strikes. A ship draws near, but my killick blocks its kiss— Its stale mouth might stagger my rest, And send my gathered fish fleeing the net. Much of the mud my...

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Under the veil of silence, thoughts float like the shadows of lost dreams, In the labyrinth of time, where seconds whisper echoes of longing, It is the moment when spirits dance in harmony with forgotten stars, And in the depths of the soul, doors open to eternal realms. Sleep is the gateway where the lights of reason fade, slow...

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Minor signs of anxiety Sunk in the glass of lemon water In the panic of the present time Life flows in a calm stream Along the damp walls of low storey buildings My boat floats to nowhere Under the arches of old bridges Voices distorted by echoes ring out What they say, what they are silent about Is unimportant for I can't hear I float...

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Under the starry sky, where thoughts float like incense smoke in the deep night, I feel the shiver of fear, like cold water flowing over my soul, deep and silent, I just wish to stretch time, to embrace the moment like a wave kissing the shore, I feel the shiver of fear, my dear, and I just want...

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Under the starlit sky, where dreams float like birds of light, tears and oceans weave together the story of salt, a tale where only the waves are crowned with boundless beauty, while tears, hidden gems, vanish into the shadows of hands. They, reflecting the stars with painful grace, are like diamonds sparkling in the depths of night, yet we sail on...

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My life is like an ocean rising ups and dissentions Oh! did I mention A man walking atop the waters If I look on to Him I will not sink nor swim In life sometimes sinking Life is like an ocean Jesus keeps me a float- But on top I shall walk I the peace, stillness of Jesus I keep Him in perfect peace For if...

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In the flow of time where memories float like leaves over the silent river, I will keep in my soul our kisses, lips burned by the fire of love, And how you gave me everything you had, every corner of your soul and every dream, And I offered you what was left of me, pieces of sky and...

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My drinks enticing and sweet On a chair in the middle of the street My little floaters been dinged Roiling waves the edges singed The wood alive with roiling flame Waters pulsing like a broiling brain The cars flow downriver like syrup I float on my raft with an empty cup My chair cant sink among the heat Its not the damn drivers seat So...

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In the cold tub, at ten-thirty in the morning, I float like a wreck after a week of drinking and gambling, My body trembles, my mind is a dense fog, when suddenly the phone rings like a bell in an empty church. A young voice, a folk singer, tells me she has kicked out her boyfriend, his...

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Float in the body sack, the cops are not going to think you were murdered, they will still bid you a 'good morning' if it is morning, or eye you with a deep professional suspicion. Keep floating. If a part of you slips out of the body sack nudge it gently back. You're a sailor, you have shipped a lot of water, but unless your green has forgotten how...

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In a garden of shadows, where dreams float like petals in the evening breeze, The little girl walks the thin line of time, a path of mist and unfulfilled longings, Night approaches like a dark wave, ready to crush the bones of dreams, The woman hides beneath the sheets, listening as silence turns into whispers. On each side of...

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Scissors Cut cords in half, Tethers binding gone, poof… I do float through life reaching out As new. ...

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In the deep silence of my thoughts, where ideas float like leaves on a silver lake, I feel my political opinions dancing on the edge of a dream of anarchy, Not the anarchy of men with bombs and faces hidden in shadows, but that pure freedom, Where control melts like snow under the spring sun, a place without...

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Suspended volumes sitting on an unseen shelf seem too big to float ...

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