Mooring Poems - Poems about Mooring

... 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...

...white balloon of pulse beats its sluggish hops on March land matted with half melted snow freed from a nearby high rise balcony cut from its red and blue compatriots still hooked onto the rail......Read the rest...

... It started with a blank canvas, the life landscape I painted since, shows a friendly fence or two, some with pegs stout and straight, some with bars broken and bent, a barrier between the r......Read the rest...

... Written: February 19, 2024 _____________________________________ Loving with a lucent locus is Lissom, mooring a mystic's sibylline moves as Felicity finds me, I float f......Read the rest...

...The waves are restless in their testimony... a Winslow Homer portrait of shifting shapes and size. So utterly rhythmic and mighty in their ceremony as they swallow the golden shore then form to ri......Read the rest...

...Fair winds and following seas. May full sails surge with scudding breeze. May peaceful moorings host your craft wherever indulgent winds waft. A toast now to your safe return. May chop......Read the rest...

...Churning listless feeble foaming waves Pods of Humpback whales splash and dive Reflecting sunset’s waning rays. As curly crimson clouds arrive, Far Edgecombe’s volcanic cone Shines bright in alp......Read the rest...

...I bought a submarine. Not the sandwich either, a full on submarine. I got rid of all the useless stuff of course. Scrapped all the metal hulls, dumped the useless motor, left the curved propellers in......Read the rest...

...Daddy, there are new moorings, come see! There are shiny pontoon chains and cables, braided ropes and colorful pennants. The anchors and piles and buoys all new! He arose groggily and without a......Read the rest...

...anchored by the Holy Spirit yet rooted in reality on display infused then transfused with a separate creative vision blending internal sensation this an......Read the rest...

...The stream surges in turbulent torrent the dry tree felled by the summer storm, the truncated trunk anchors at the tilted levee, in the web of boulders it sticks, stranded. The flood ......Read the rest...

...Chantilly lace curtains of my apartment window ripple in the cold January night. From here, I observe mooring lights that illumine the docks in this petty northern port and four cafés that lean towar......Read the rest...

...Custodian of nostalgic memories, I cannot help but glance at it everyday, for it holds in its fold nearly forgotten stories, that in the distant past used to make my heart sway, now a......Read the rest...

...Cybersurfing netizen flounders... analogous to a fish out of water Ever since being a little gull hubble buoy, I bobbed (while donning square pants) like spongy flotsam and jetsam at sea. No......Read the rest...

...The wound becomes inward like the pink moon after a little rain. It glows and then becomes red as the blood and the wool of the wail dangling white like a sheep in the wind. And this thorn that......Read the rest...