Lighthouse Poems - Poems about Lighthouse

The lighthouse hums beneath a ghostly sky, fog bruises the restless sea's breath, no ships will come tonight....

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Like a lighthouse defying the darkness with an unwavering light, I've grown accustomed to sleeping with my eyes open, watching the edge of dreams, afraid of being surprised by the veil of silence that falls unexpectedly, seeking to hold the reins of this ephemeral world between my fingers, until the final blink whispers a call toward unknown realms. Like a...

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In azure depths, her eyes reside They gleam like sapphires, or a deep sea tide They are like a hidden sea, I get sucked in, but I know I would be free, Her gaze though piercing, was like a gentle oceans sway, Whispering the memories of a forgotten summers day A dark night, those eyes are like a starry sky Like...

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A lighthouse stands firm, Before the storm. First to see its dark form, The horizon no more. Caustic clouds curl in, The birds are now swarming, Winds whirling, swirling, Waves hurling towards, It's solid foundation. A warning of it's invasion, Signaling its activation. Standing tall before it all, Shining a silent call, A lighthouse refuses to fall. Confidently embracing the Squall, As harsh rains beat down the walls. Still it's light...

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Let's be eachothers light house Let's walk hand in hand through this journey of life Let's dive deep into the ocean and see where it's takes us Climb the highest mountain Screaming we did it If you ever feel like your lost I will shine my light and guide you back to me Let's go on adventures Spending time...

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A scary scene did all them greet the steamer crew one day, no keepers did they see or meet not touched, the room, did lay. 3 blackbirds watched the crew as climb, to top of steps in cold. The clock had stopped it's very chime, the table food was old. A bird in cage was still alive, 3 keepers , not be seen. December...

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May we all be blessed to be like a lighthouse able to proved a light…a spark there to help those in need find their way out of the dark. ...

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No screeching seagulls circled around The dilapidated forlorn lighthouse. Its searchlight had long been broken, A useless artifice for safety Of ships that plied the ocean near. The absence of seagulls indicated A severe storm was brewing fast. The sky all around was sepulchral and dark. All heavy with rain that began to fall Slowly at first, then gaining fierce force. A wanton wind...

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In the dark, in the fog, in the storms, the light blinks Blessings of warnings cast to keep people safe Rocky cliffs wait like predators, for harmful collision But. with every blink of light a person is blessed Attentive vision will always come to the rescue Only when you are willing to see what is there Only when you are willing...

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Prisoner of the enigmatic sea, standing alone upon the rocky shore. Once it illuminated the horizons, now abandoned, it watches as waves roar. Powerful winds influence the current, as the atmosphere perspires salty air. In conjunction the ocean joins the storm, raging tides dance with malevolent flair. Tempest terrorizes with wild fury, flooding lands, demolishing weak buildings. Animals suffer with fishermen lost, storm leaves behind an...

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Lost at sea yet the lighthouse blinds me, crash into a cliff and a siren’s beckoning, breast beat slowing as gravity crushes me in twilight. As my specter bubbles to the surface, I come by an ancient creature, bioluminescence and teeth jagged. He seems friendly. Who am I to judge....

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morning glory bells crawl up fire escape bars watching over the city ...

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For nigh on a hundred-fifty years it has graced the rugged shore of Maine! Its welcoming beacon guiding sea-faring souls who sail the mighty main! It has weathered untold fearsome storms of gale, snow, sleet and rain; A faithful, stalwart sentry defying such nuisances, guarding its vast domain! Old Captain Blair, its keeper, knows all too well the perils...

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My illustrious days And inventive lighting ways Have vanished like hay As modernity has drawn its ray I resign to the designs Of the chimes of the times And stand still Like a hill ...

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No ascent will rule this rock, Which had been sliced from its base. No ship will in its harbour dock. No merry town to call it place Leaning at its rounded structure, I search the ocean's angry rage The light above seeks to capture Foul navigation's war to wage. The night, quite dark and fragile, Changed by light beam's interject. Shadows short, now tall...

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