Raft Poems - Poems about Raft

I’ve seen the sphinx and pyramids Climbed Kilimanjaro and Everest Crossed the ocean in a raft, I did So, which thrill was the best… Lest you think...

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When brother was fading away black chimes signaled for the demons to play They attacked all sides of the hobbled mind Treating the heart like an orphaned marble They were rabid and had brackish intention hope chipped away like crowbar on cement. In a dream one of them took me into its sky I clung tight to its undercarriage begging for it to...

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Let life's current carry you to where love knows no sorrow. Like a river that runs true, hope flows...

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Surrender to sleep at last! What a misery, keeping watch all night, wide awake. Soon you’ll succumb to sleep and escape all your troubles. Sleep. — Homer, translation by Michael R. Burch Passage home? Impossible! Surely you have something else in mind, Goddess, urging me to cross the ocean’s endless expanse in a raft. Let’s hope the...

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Afloat in a river of stars, Ecstasy knits the raft of thoughts, A destination is what I seek, Sailing away mindlessly, expecting the waters to speak. The water calmly paves the way ahead, As the fog of disturbance clears. Hesitation takes bravery’s stead, A detour that feeds on our fears. Darkness fills the air, It shadows the glorious sheen. The magnificent aurora- my trail ahead, Now...

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Taking my dogs on a raft trip to North Missouri, Solomon, Jasper, Jetsam and baby Madame Curie, None of us are swimmers, but there is no real worry. We float along in peace, none of us in any kind of hurry....

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All of us without exception laughed: On the Pacific Ocean a raft! Why would one big waters dare with craft And hope to make it without witchcraft? All the big lips in the small room laughed: One saw a snake's fangs and cold beer quaffed! A nice tale but the teller just daft, My cash not leaving my pocket's baft....

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If I could be a raft I would gladly rescue you If I could be a branch I would float as close to you as I could so that you could grab a hold of my buoyancy If I were a rainbow I would shine just so you would feel hope If I were a sparrow I would lite upon...

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I swear the seagull’s cry Mimics the tantrum Of a waddling toddler in diapers Who’s stepped on a thorn on shore I listen from a distance Not my trouble How many perfect sticks have I thrown to Torch Lake That have escaped the interest of my dog? Maybe those temptations will reunite Far away near the Yacht Club Gathered and tied together To make their own...

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Seeing the darkened clouds accumilate I spy through my mind's eye And feel the stormy winds acidic rain sting all about my naked face And hasten hastenly to build myself an ark / raft fit purpose bespoke for wrecking Using any material disposable close to hand i can possibly find So none the less i can sail away above the crashing tidal wave of black foam pushing back And...

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A fog moved in as we floated on a raft in the middle of a licorice ocean and friends began dropping off into the sea swimming towards land I could not see and I wanted to go with them but I was afraid and then I tried but something held me back and plunged me from...

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I’m a broken man don’t know who to trust. Being a broken man allows you not to trust. I’m a broken man with lots of blood, bleeding from the heart like a river. Being a broken man helps people raft on the red stream And they don’t give a damn, whether you die in shiver The moon is the only friend who acknowledges my tears. Stars, like...

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After their patriarch died, sea witches circled the night. Those left behind clung to hope on a raft made of his bones, until sharkness devoured the light....

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Perchance is death a deep unaware sleep Bestowed to help forget what all had been, And soul that must depart a date to keep, Should soon, with a baggage of debt unseen, Summoned when to heavenly firmament, Divinity where sits in sole judgment— Day of reckoning to review progress— Correcting course, Day of Judgment for some, Soul standing trial, soul the sole...

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Standing upon a floating raft, Where he roams he does not know, With nothing shading above his head, And nothing stored below, His hope, his mind, it drifts along, Thoughts bobbing up and down, Until he sees truth in the dark, The vision is profound, He’s drifting because she pushed him, Pushed him from the land, Pushed him out to...

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