Motorboats Poems - Poems about Motorboats

...I can smell a sweet aroma coming from the kitchen; the fresh ripe smell of cocoa beans stirring in the pot and Italian caffe latte with, vanilla cream running on the top, the flavors of the earth all......Read the rest...

...And there it comes crashing down all the way to midfield bearing an anchor and a crown and an inscription buried in the ground that reads epitaph of a derailed dream. Thousands pack the soccer stadiu......Read the rest...

...I'm ready if you are. Steadily walking past wekas, canoes, sailboats, motorboats, along concrete paths, down ash-felt slopes Across intersecting car trails Drawn only by the beckoning beach. Fe......Read the rest...

...An ordered massif of concrete in the green Adirondack range, crumbling Greek amphitheater, it’s presence strikes the mind as strange. The chips and cracks throughout the tiers, the weather wor......Read the rest...

...my feet in sinking sand then waves crash back in my happy place, my joy, my grace crabs released at dusk i laugh and run for cover will i ever dive back in to swashy sand i might, i m......Read the rest...

...Cherry paddle you carved a few years ago. Short portages in with good trail, except for One boggy bit to breed mosquitoes. Mosquito repellent for said boggy bit. No motorboats after first portage......Read the rest...

...The sounds of summer guest, the cheerful chirp of the songbirds, Geese and ducks swimming on the tranquil pond. The chatter of the pedestrians from God's kingdom, Walking through the scenic and ......Read the rest...

...Here in the park, on my perch in the shade, A slice of the city is clearly displayed: A child chasing butterflies (not with success), Some tree-climbing boys giving branches some stress. Both b......Read the rest...

...The tugboats in the river chug While motorboats bounce by. The dogs on leashes sniff the ground And pigeons peck or fly. The children with their helmets on Give training wheels a whirl While ......Read the rest...

...Wading the Meramac River near Jesse James’ Cavern with my son… I espied an adventurer who in stature was so very small to us. Before me was a snail using a leaf like a catamaran to sail the squalls......Read the rest...