Moored Poems - Poems about Moored

... summer season by the lake-water warm black flies swarm, in boat’s wake floating dock moored to a stake mallard ducks follow the drake ......

Continue reading...

... Cart before horse Drink the horse to water Spill the bean to go-betweens Hold hands to stay the course Bygones never happened on, by here Slay the messenger! Doggone they're here! Dilemmas ar......

Continue reading...

... I will be at the cafe across from the pier with a coffee and a buttery croissant. I have kept a place for you, a sunlit table and prepared a view with small boats moored in a mirrored c......

Continue reading...

...Brackish lichen forms a raft upon the pond, a low haze floats like a moored airship. Small frogs chirrup sotto-voce as if they were dreaming sparrows. Water birds dabble in their sleep. Soon ......

Continue reading...

...The watched pot never boils. The watched clock slows. The stalked knows, to watch the suddenly still ones, that lie moored with anchor bestowed, just out of reach, wanting, staring, blinking, ......

Continue reading...

...His canvas boots still tell of the mountain, yet Old Man River has changed, grown or dwindled - hard to say. Maybe the ragged winged carrion birds have spirited him away? The newly painted riv......

Continue reading...

... Listen……hear the distant hum of early morning traffic on Westgate Bridge, a chorus of birdsong and that eastbound aeroplane flying high overhead en route to Wellington or Christchurch.......

Continue reading...

... steeped in an ocean of time slow motion’s recurrence reverberated concentric circles rippled the tide moored its anchor in illusions of safety yet the harbour was far away a mere tug at a......

Continue reading...

...If fate opposed is useless, what great need is there to challenge dark despair's great power when spirit dies, and soul, mind, body bleed, as hope wilts like a melancholic flower? Whe......

Continue reading...

...I swallowed the Little Book of Calm to become a soothsayer, a seeker, a crier, a prophet for peace and solemnity. For only then could I calm and relieve my troubled black book soul torn by regre......

Continue reading...

...Summer’s gone, though still keeps going Dried are the rains of May Weatherbeaten dinghies bobbing In the shallows of the bay Moored forever to the pier Tinkle their rusty chains Seagulls cryin......

Continue reading...

... Written: May 18, 2024, For Unseeking Seeker Contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Languid breath dwindles, scrounging panacea air quiddity remorse core conve......

Continue reading...

...Easter as interpreted by one... rebated, rebelled, rebirthed, rebooted, and rebuked courtesy one ill shod Unitarian atheist, who means NOT to affect any sacrilegious fallout nor offend devo......

Continue reading...

...We got an old basket A ball of strong twine And one or two things Of yours and mine We found an old blanket And very very soon We were flying up high In our homemade balloon Mr Skylark interr......

Continue reading...

...If in a corner of time, that dances with possibility, Our solitudes were to cross paths, both yours and mine, I would bury the compass that seeks you, in extinct pursuit, And nestle into the secre......

Continue reading...