Prows Poems - Poems about Prows

... How the wind plays across the water in changing patterns, its skittish mood drawn in ripples and rivulets of sparkle under a morning sun. The small boats fidgety at their moorings as......

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...Why must enjoyable times wither? On Sunday, the flowers flourish, Yet on Monday, they perish. Time flies To an ether unknown With weeping eyes. The lion’s groan To the lover, cries. All fle......

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...moored hulls sink lower in a rising haze as ghost ships they slowly surface when the sky finds a patch of clarity again and again the vessels slip in and out of the mist only to come bac......

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...Itch, witch, glitch or twitch not me which witch? Dark mystic nights, shines so ever bright, malignant supernatural prows, Woman practicing familiar skills Bewitching in out of darkest night ......

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...I believe in the power of the mighty one the stronger he is my weighed prows mussels throbbing sweating the stronger is he what does sea have.. to do with the muscles I... hold up mighty......

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...Deathless Aches, Heart's Desires Thoughts of Heart are as mystical ships that traverse Ranging amidst the restless ocean ways, Their crimson prows surging through the sunrise, Their golden sa......

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...Boat prows bobbing rhythm fisherman meshing a net ~ sisters hair flowing.......

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...I Chased A Rainbow I chased a rainbow across brilliant sky I ran blinded without even asking why Colors blasted my deepest thoughts apart sky a shining rainbow did swiftly yield a journey I ......

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...Here's a toast to the ones you leave behind. To the ones who time carries you past, spending a while with comrades until the rivers drag you away. To the ones who sail their own courses throu......

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... Leaf shadows Manically dancing Mincing moonlight Into myriad motes… Montages of mystery Upon which Reality floats.. Leaf shadows dancing Withdrawing… Advancing… Rivulets retreating Neath ......

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...Quick and slow, pulsed to jibe and rudder Late dancing in the luminous waves The boats angle the cresting froth tops Sails arched, full burst in the briny Air paces vastly to horizon’s rim The......

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