Seaward Poems - Poems about Seaward

... The cobalt mind of ancient mariner of the seven seas, the surfing sailor tosses on the waves of youthful life, rolls on the curled crests with the splintered moon, drawn into dark agony trough......Read the rest...

... The migratory mind indomitable, of the spirited surfer possessed, waltzes on waves of life, curled crests climb demented, fling the fractured moon, dark troughs descend......Read the rest...

..."As a child I maintained a stoic attitude. I exhibited patience, restraint, resignation, forbearance, and lack of complaint. The ideal child you might say. As I grew, I realized the error of my way......Read the rest...

...waxing gibbous light and crashing surge collect us— the moon moves the tides pause in wave-action you, me, equilibrium— the moon moves the tides receding sands run seaward, erasing footste......Read the rest...

... "Ground Level Entry" “She fits the bill”, they say it insouciantly visions of being carried in the beak of a bilious pelican where it builds its rudimentary ne......Read the rest...

...Stormed on, midst life, sinking And confused in Through its depths, dismal, grasp For your relief: Each thought is winged uplift. Petrel's, adrift O'er that which churns, coldly Composed of gr......Read the rest...

...The mobile mind of the indomitable mariner, the resolute sailor floating on the waves of life, rolling on the curled crests with splintered moon, drawn into dark agony troughs of drowned stars, s......Read the rest...

...The migratory mind indomitable, the spirited surfer on waves of life of curled crests framed by fractured moon and dark troughs where stars have sunk, recedes with the ebb of time, seeks the s......Read the rest...

...Where have all the raindrops gone Spilling from on high? Which once would fall about my head But now my head is dry. Where have all the snowflakes gone Ambling down from space? Shivering in the......Read the rest...

...black capped terns in flock line-up all pointing seaward twenty-one wind vanes......Read the rest...

...As river does, towards vast, waste, life flows, Where he loses his gains, fame, and his name; Birth or growth is a battle, but life grows, Stumbling he goes, to own that nameless aim. Fountai......Read the rest...

...The mobile mind rides indomitably the rolling waves of life, on their curled crests caressed by the fractured moonbeam. The gloomy troughs of agony drowning the fading stars spread with silver ......Read the rest...

...all senses under attack stirred whirlwinds of exotic music dance in tango heart and soul aromas of patchouli myrrh and frankincense have me floating six inches off the ground trinkets from aro......Read the rest...

...Poems about Children IV Salat Days by Michael R. Burch Dedicated to the memory of my grandfather, Paul Ray Burch, Sr. I remember how my grandfather used to pick poke salat ... though first......Read the rest...

...It's hard to feel like your growing up when you're moored - sheltering at home. I am patiently waiting to take the helm of my life's navigation. My life, so far, is prelude - I long to cas......Read the rest...