Seaport Poems | Examples

Experience Going Local

When it's not possible to go abroad 
It's not bad to get acquainted local scenes
With the Philippines country's surroundings 
I have long wanted to see Cebu's whale sharks
I want to visit Palawan's Underground River
Witness the Baguio's cliff-hanging cemetery
Astonishing Bukidnon nature like Switzerland
Feel the nerve-wracking landing seaport of Ibatan
Experience the windy part of Northern Ilocos
Enjoy surfing the giant waves of Siargao
Adventure trek to Suhoton Cave of Surigao City
Of course, swim in the pink sand beach of Zambonga City.

Some Memory Lanes From My Friends

I thank my friends for everything
I cheers to life, to demonstrations 
To flights, to chess game plays
To city neon lights at the seaport 
To ceviche and mangoes in my youth 
To everyday life writing poetry
To sunset viewing and appreciation
To support, to love, and be loved
I'm afraid to delete your phone number 
When I really get used to it calling you
But for now I just fly down memory lane.

Water

Where there's water, there's life
Truth that never debated
Water is one source of history
Of life, commerce and interaction
Water may form as river, seaport, oasis or lake
It's where the first contact of communication
It's where the first interaction happen
It's where the people make a living
It's where the exchanges of goods dealt 
It's where the foreigner first do business
It's where the great leader first assembly
It's where the society first began.

Uvira My Birthplace

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 
Seaport interm of income which
connect DRCongo with 
Burundi , Tanzania
And Zambia. 

Uvira my birthplace, 
The birthplace of many Bavira 
Bashi ,Bafuliru, 
Babembe Banyindu, 
And Barega people.
A beautiful place 
With multi - cultural and 
linguistic people 
Who relay on  businesses, 
Agriculture,  
Small farming 
And fishing.  
Oh! Nice view , 
Weather , fauna
And flora. 
I always dream about 
This small town, 
My beautiful Birthplace, 
I love so much Uvira. 

May 25/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by
 Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Delay Is As Murderous

For what he weakly fought 
Others eagerly sought
And one hurriedly bought,
His dreams ending in naught:
Getting away, never caught
And to him grief brought…

Of course, he can’t go to court: 
If he wished drown by a seaport:
The lesson to learn: “Hold your fort…

Just like wild animals – Dangerous
Delay is as murderous…

Bluejacket Bon Voyage

I’m un-fouling my anchor chain 
In this seedy seaport bar.
Bid farewell to the tavern rats 
Who’ll stay rooted where they are.
Pull the cork. Tip the bottle back. 
Take a long soul-warming sip.
Feel that heady brew trickle down, 
Braced and cocked to board my ship.

Cobblestones on a dirty street 
Glisten darkly in the rain.
Find my way to the waterfront 
Down a twisting gas-lit lane.
Mooring lines, like a spider’s web, 
Bind my schooner to the pier.
Cast them off with the morning tide, 
Underway without a tear.

Ride the swells of the raging sea 
Through Poseidon’s fickle realm.
Dream of women I’ve likewise tamed 
With my hands upon the helm.
Cross the line sailing far beyond 
The landsman’s narrow world.
Navigating an open course 
With a pirate’s flag unfurled.

And there’s poison in my blood, 
Poison thick as delta mud.
Yes, there’s poison in my blood, 
But I’m alright.
I’ve looted Treasure Island
With the young John Silver.
Yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of night.

We the Travellers

We, the travellers 

 Many people when they get elderly travel the world
to see famous places and other cultures.
When they die, they will have no recollection of the travels.
I have been to every country that has a seaport,
working long hours, it was dark when I got up and dark
when the toil was over.
I might as well not have been there, because the docks
are always the same, bars, whores and booze and
they all looked the same, and the women were selling 
the same wares whether black or brown, but for a man
alone it was the nearest he came to love.
When the big shadow falls on me, it will be forgotten.

When All Is An Ocean

When all is Ocean 

I have been looking at the map on the wall
Most of our world consists of salt water
In time to come when the sea level rises
Britain will be a rock that steadfastly refuses
To join EU, and that is ok, since most of
Europe will be under the sea.
The far and near east will consist of islets
And Swiss will have a seaport.
If you think this will bring peace, you are wrong
They will fight over religion and fishing rights
And threaten war.
This reminds me, I have to learn swimming.

A Night of Romance

A night for Romance 

 Wes at on an upturned boat of the type of “the old man and the sea.”
by Ernest Hemingway used, the night had all the ingredients needed
for romance, full moon and glittering stars on blue velvet.
She gave herself to me, how trite and old fashion this sentence sound
nevertheless, it was so, sixty years ago.
I gave her a cheap wristwatch bought in Genoa it was hopelessly slow.
I think it was in some small seaport in Guatemala or some other
the port on the coast of Latin America and the year was 1964.
Then the night paled I could see my ship it was ready to set sail
to some other destination. And so many years later her kisses
still lingers on my lips.

Newport At Night

City lights sparkling,
mirrored in the Bay,
multi-colored jewels— 
amber, rose, and green,
crystal, diamond-white—
gracing bridge and buildings—
mansions, pubs, and shops—
fanciful reflections of
countless points of intrigue.
Neurons, lives entwining—
schemes, ideas, and passions—
complex as a motherboard,
vibrant as a heartbeat,
fertile and entrancing,
as though fashioned by a
cosmic magician’s spell.

A Major Seaport

A Major Seaport

She sure was such a sweet local librarian
But would always turn into a barbarian;
When I did something that I must confess
Left my table in library a big mess.

Around for a while, I soon started to look
Trying to find an Oak Island history book
Started to surmise and had contemplated
It probably was old and outdated.

Am a good writer who finally is fully grown
Who decided to write book of my own;
After a lot of help and local support
Was published thanks to paper called State Port.

To learn things have to start out as a reader
Of State Port Pilot now a news leader
People who subscribed were in hot pursuit
Of trivia that has highly become in dispute.

What I always wanted to do is wager
My retirement and savings that maybe a major
Seaport could be built in Southport one day
Guess what!!! They would say no way Jose’.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

Will be reading this at tomorrow's poetry recital
in a local library on Oak Island Beach, NC.

My Heart Alone Is Left To Stand

My heart alone is left to stand
among the coast of lonely sands
which drip and drip through endless time.
What is my goal, what is my life?
I search for answers hidden deep
within the sea of mysteries
and murky depths of my despair.
To which seaport am I to sail?
adrift with seaguls in the air
I see the clouds looming with hail.

Harbored

You keep me anchored
Safely moored to the shore    
A beautiful harbor 
Is where I reside
A sweet cove secure 
From the incoming tide
Dare I drift away
Your grasp holds me back
Although a storm comes today
I'm not pulled into the black
But sweetly stowed in your seaport 
As you bravely battle the fray
And I'm forever in your court 
As I'm lovingly locked away.

Cobh

I dreamt I was there again
At that seaport town serene
Walking along the cobblestone
And the many shades of green
Saint Colman's Cathedral on the hill
I stopped and attended Mass
People were so friendly there
Saying hello as I would pass
A Guiness stout in a local pub
Then I saw some children at play
And the sight of the meadows and the hills
Would take my breath away
I may never get the chance to see it again
This city that felt so right
But I'll close my eyes and go in dreams
To Ireland every night.

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