Port Poems - Poems about Port

Death, death, Oh! Old Death Old death makes everybody dry and sad Death even makes kings who are grumpy and mad Absolutely powerless, helpless and useless Death makes us mute, motionless, lifeless and deaf In the darkest, hottest part of the crater And deep within the brightest cell or cache of the chamber Where too much light Blinds the retinas and this is...

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"Life is like a boat tossed on the deep sea To journey through sunshine and stormy waves." By author ...

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Threads of Thoughts threads of thoughts ever trail my mind as a companion that never leaves me lonely as I stroll along the corridors of life in the stillness of solitude in the midst of the multitude at the break of dawn during sunshine of the day in the dim shadows of twilight and darkness of night as a moment without thought I cannot be...

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Let’s make the Greenland green again Melt down the ice with fire Let’s build on Greenland’s pleasant land A city of desire Erect the towers most gigantic And hotels on the coast The biggest port on the Atlantic I dare to propose Let’s make some money out of soil I hope you understand We’ll label it a Greenland oil A number one oil...

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Papa Noël was afraid to pass through on Christmas Day In the streets of Port-au-Prince. Bullets were being fired in droves Sporadically, haphazardly. Many people were hiding under beds Naughty terrorists are like dogs, hyenas in vile forests or deadly wilderness They are everywhere with big machine guns which are not made in Haiti The lawless bandits or God-awful devils...

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I have one green goal To shed fears that weigh Down my soul like black coal And find my wings publishing My song hoping it will be known As an anthem of advocacy For those who need a warning Not to drink and drive I am a poet who writes despite Short days and long lunar nights I sing with my...

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At last a rationale has struck! And the poisions out of style Port Hedland council has recognised that deaths have Grown.. Too wild; and how.' I'll give it here to you.! From one a week On average, now at seven too sad yet true.' its time and Past, it could never last, the con-vid tale; has fallen through....

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Is this a poem? -- I'd say so! Near my home, convenient, clean and comfy. Very low prices. Varied delicious specials. Slogans artistically painted in strategically located spots -- poetic samples of our regional colorful cuisine and culture: "I like my cafecito with a little chisme" (I like my coffee with a little gossip); "Y la dieta?" (And the diet?) and near the register, another: "Hay...

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Manifestations of your Gauzy Fantasies Unravelling Bonds of Tangled, Mangled Destinies Sun of Man Set His Right Eye on Me Tenaciously Searing, Calculating To Entrap Me, A Prisoner to His Needs Inspired A Premedimated Deed did He With Intent To Plant a Seed! Stormed Wrecked and Invaded My Archipelago Pirate Prowess, Sophomoric, He Stared, I Jeered, Blotted Proviso Smeared Drenched In Salted Sweet, Freshly Spring...

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'Pon Mt. Edgecumbe lies soft serve ice cream Being surrounded by fuchsia lips Wishfully gazed upon by a cobalt blue dream Over the port full of harbor ships Colors of the sky predicting snow pretty ugly The ice cream running down the mountain awfully good Those waters in the harbor down deep bubbly Teeming with jumbo shrimp and on the beach...

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Uvira my birthplace A small town of Democratic Republic of the  Congo Which is at the boundaries of the lake Tanganyika In Southern Kivu province. A place Where many rebellions started because of many borders with other countries. Uvira my birthplace, I see many rivers And long chains of  mountains called Mitumba. I see the second Congolese...

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Shaving your Scales mermaid, And against your will. Beautiful sea Creature, a siren Entrancing the Loneliest of Seamen. I bless the Sea Captain, The Admiral Inside you. To your rescue....

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I like the old buildings, the weathered brick, the worn down doorsteps sanded by a century of shuffling feet, the musty smells from old bond stores and hotel cellars wafting up through grates along the street. I like the defiance of the old façades, how they hang on beneath layers of gaudy paint, the names and dates embossed on buildings refusing to be rubbed out, the held...

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knew him as he walked in A Port boy by the size of his grin That went from ear to ear And we shook hands like old friends dear There was sea water in his veins And a story for each move of his game Growing up there was some time around In Rosewater Ethelton Henley Seaton and Semaphore bound For the...

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Santa shouts out, the sleigh has sprung a leak Below steam emerged, forming frozen streaks Smells like ‘Brussel sprouts’ We’ve took the wrong route Nay! sneers rudolf, your undercarriage’s weak A Funny Santa Limerick Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin Howmanysyllables 10/10/5/5/10 12/17/22...

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