Sailboats Poems - Poems about Sailboats

...The elderly Elmer Brown dwelled alone, like a solitary tree on a hill, Loving quiet, glazed life still, in burgundy, sunset moments of until. A widower, Elmer Brown had generations of off......

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... We all have beginnings somewhere, a place where the soul first took root and drew its history, fixed a compass point, a pin in a map to mark its home. For me it was here where the horizon beg......

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...madrid in springtime i have never seen madrid in the springtime i have never seen madrid at all does the sun rise differently in madrid than in san francisco on those rare city days......

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...Farthest in the background is the blue sky Standing afar is the green ridge mountain Beneath below is the blue turquoise sea Near the front view is the white sandy beach. Looking at the left si......

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...It's late, lo. I knew that the water I saw was mirage. This is a world where, often, facts and fancies camouflage Depths that seem unfathomable are shallow when measured. Within wombs of tombs tha......

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...Betwixt our deceptive connection Lies told, to always end in I’ll never have a profound perspective As my skepticism results in your grin When our paths crossed Like two sailboats in a panoram......

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...His name was Chris, he loved to fish, and cook a tasty seafood dish. Her name was Kate, she liked to paint, little sailboats on the lake. Hunter green, cerulean blue, gave her water a lovely hue.......

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... I know I write a lot about my morning walks…let me now explain… You see…each walk is different…like this morning…after the rain. Last night’s rain was over but it’s vestiges were everywhere Dr......

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... A few scattered yellow wood cabins a swimming pool surrounded by pines a pier to fish from, a lake not to go in ‘cept for the stinkpots* and sailboats ......

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...sailboats glide on lake catching sun's attention reflecting off water......

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... Birds twitter, birds croon to each other, I watch life moving at a lulling slower pace, Rose bushes leisurely sway, breeze converses With the rustling leaves, clouds float languidly In endless ......

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... Don't destroy my beautiful day The Azaleas are blooming, the chipmunks play The roses unique, the hydrangea white From the west comes an unusual clear, pure, light. Mr. Atta, don't destroy my......

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...I drown myself in reverie and retrospection, when on calm tranquil mornings, chirping birds entertain my eager senses, and flowers serenade me away with their ambrosial fragrance... My mind gets......

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...I often write about the ocean. I went to see a museum exhibit, yesterday, “Dutch Art in a Global Age.” The paintings of sailboats on the sea caught my attention. Breathtaking and romantic, admired th......

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...Laid out on the beach in that warm tropical sun Winter is on hold, while I am here to experience heaven and have some fun The ocean waters with their bright colours call out to me to take a dip Fi......

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