Masts Poems - Poems about Masts

...The Whaling City Like many working cities, from time long past, This place too, captured a man’s hearts and mind, And so, they came, tired, drawn, weary, seekers, Castaways and drifters see......Read the rest...

...OCEANS AWAIT Away from the dockside and into the bay Heading out to sea in this steel hulled ship Powered by team, yet with masts and sail A fast and safe journey is as the Holy Grail Carrying......Read the rest...

...6 Lines Shored-up wooden boats standing in the mud, braced by boards to stand erect, We vigilant men past sixty, retain our dignity, and point to heaven, with masts securely......Read the rest...

...If I didn't drip honey from my tongue each time I drew you close, would I still leave immutable marks upon your heart my love? If this holiest of grail this mouth of mine......Read the rest...

...Its rusted iron ribs hint a once proud shape that now rings a hollow gut filled and flushed by tides for the last ninety years. Built in Glasgow, this beached wreck dissolves slowly in Por......Read the rest...

... Those Days of Covid and Roses 4/8/2020 Those days~no, no, not terribly so long ago. When a theatre was still open with an excellent show!......Read the rest...

...Their ships must ride a rolling sky, masts too high to sail into view. They appear, board the land, they buccaneer. The clamoring mob fall upon a scuttling prey pluck the weakest into hun......Read the rest...

...Fish flesh ceiling marinades evening in mandarin Paprika streaks Alaskan sky, an exploded pumpkin Garish stretch marks bruise tumid buttocks Jack-o'-lantern flicker silhouettes summits ......Read the rest...

...Maybe It’s best Or maybe it’s better to believe God wishes To spread His spirit Like dandelion seed to wind Where it lands It should stay Resist the story of Ham Embrace Eve Mission n......Read the rest...

...Oh for the days of my long lost youth Making paper airplanes, watching em glide Looping like barnstorming pilots of the 30s Above the tree tops like birds they fly Our imagination never......Read the rest...

...The days of our discontent The rain had fallen sharply and heavy flooding roads fields had become lakes, and cars looked like toys thrown away by an unrestrained boy child. From the inside lo......Read the rest...

...like heavy snow 'pon cedar boughs those shadows, long through winter my conscience weighs the thens and nows yet morrows - naught a splinter ... where hangs the hope in autumn? as masts tick o......Read the rest...

...Oh for the days of my long lost youth Making paper airplanes, watching em glide Looping like barnstorming pilots of the 30s Above the tree tops like birds they fly Our imagination nev......Read the rest...

.... for public domain Wind has long formed ripples, pebbles too, upon a shallow river bed, a hand agrasp a wooden oar, fingers dangling in play, skipping rounded stones, a gentle breath exhale......Read the rest...

... “Phoenix Dreams in the Realm of Crows” wake up shake up kaleidoscope girl jigsaw see saw fit the pieces she another world away the in-betweeen flows eas......Read the rest...