Keel Poems - Poems about Keel

... Foreboding of a tempestuous storm, it blackens as it draws near, a cumulonimbus in towering form, extending to the troposphere, So cast off mooring and slacken the line, break free whil......Read the rest...

...SURREALITY How does one know if it’s surreal Cold logic sometimes plays its part Is it what’s known or what you feel When it’s a dimensional shift It’s more likely brain, not the heart With......Read the rest...

...Like a bagel with no hole Like a flag without a pole Like a singer with no soul Like a furnace with no coal Like a gangster with no moll Like a quest without a goal Like a bell that cannot to......Read the rest...

...SHADES OF BLACK Always look forward, they say, not back Yet some of a certain age and persuasion Would find that contrast of lesser appeal As dull grey everyday issues are too real Trying to k......Read the rest...

... Lodged in the darkness, where the sea sweeps its shadows forlorn, shorn to the moonlight, quipped to the pun. Porchlights turn on, but nobody's home. The......Read the rest...

...You know what I'm saying, Those games you keep playing, A dangerous domino effect you keep laying, Tell yourself best intention, Keep the peace, so don't mention, A little further, you travel ......Read the rest...

... Time and tide again waits for no man tempest-tossed upon life’s billow The hull or the dinghy Serves as a fortress Though steady on its keel Knocked his wits and sense As he vacillates betwee......Read the rest...

...At birth, the first thing we do is cry. Once we reach home, in the cradle we lie. Then we get bored and give our legs a try. As infants, it’s all about me and my. Soon, it is time for school, ......Read the rest...

...Light brush dabble rose Hues of waning ember Upon cheeks lightly flame Over eyes of silver Her body seems cold, Because she is lost in the fold …of the moonlight Stone boat even keel clip......Read the rest...

...Love is thought needing a subject and predicate lover and object blossom and voyeur dreaming fond connections, often crossing taboos of distance… exchanging scents and feel, the bow, rud......Read the rest...

...Death, apostle of deep gloom, wingless spectre, mutinous apparition, beautiful shadow, hold firm the prow and keel, and provoke not the gentle embers of flesh under fire, those delicate......Read the rest...

...Written By: D. Collins 8/3/23 Three-hundred and sixty degrees is what we call a circle. Where both ends meet, ......Read the rest...

...I'm a nervous Nellie with good reasons you see. Many a time I've had the rug pulled out from under me.. There are quiet stretches where I attempt to heal and everything is co-pathetic, at an even......Read the rest...

...I stood in the middle of a large crowd Claustrophobic but breathing easy My heart pounding in my chest Every beat sounding like Cherokee drums Closed my eyes, deep breath Eyes open, then I saw h......Read the rest...

...Alas, I thought you loved me But you did not in reality I know for facts that you love money Success, my dreams, and property. Yes, you did not love me Because of the fashion you reacted When......Read the rest...