Short Breakwater Poems

Short Breakwater Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Breakwater by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Breakwater by length and keyword.


Slumber

....................Slumber 
 
Some big seas roll in
the breakwater is pounded
fishing boats at rest


     GINSU-KNIFE     EASTPORT, MAINE    USA
Form: Haiku


Today Too

today too, I visited again that empty bench by the lake
alongside on the pathway where billows hit the breakwater
in the autumn’s chilling air a spray of water I become
© Su Ben  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sijo

Premium Member Various Molely Subjects

The breakwater protected bay
This mole of rock please hold
Mole on my face bid you goodday
Not welcome_ you I've told

Hugh mole bored through massive mountain
Vehicles travel straight
While I travel real fast again
To dermatologist

Decision to end job as mole
For new mole malignant
As a woman somewhere dies I'm told
From mole mass alterant
Form: Rhyme

Ode To Rob

I wanted to write a poem
with such music and guitars, strumming.
I tried at the teeth of the sound
 to draw up legions of noise.
I tried at the breakwater
 to catch the star off each ship,
and at the closing of my hands
I looked for their homes;
I looked for their silences.
I found just one.

I look for uncomplicated hymns, now,
 but love has none.
© Joan Pond  Create an image from this poem.

Philosophize the Beat To My Heart

I’m going to comprehend my rhyme

Breakwater below your feet

Psalms I scream

For his brainless thoughts, are not his fault

So please absorb, guzzle or swallow, this free verse

For I speak to a ghost

Each second, I see your eyes

Philosophize the beat to my heart

Has I scream out your blood

Hoping you’ll disappear

Before I finish breaking water below your feet

And, no you may not have a seat

Delilah Ventura


Premium Member On Maui

Sitting on the breakwater,
long before first light,
I was met by gifts
and messengers.
First, a small bird
to warn me to be
    ready.
And then, knowing 
before it happened,
that a shooting star
would appear,
right where I looked,
followed by the ecstasy
between land and water
the sky and I, and 
from somewhere,
  a mantra,
"Don't be greedy,
don't be greedy."
All will come about
   in due time.
Be happy with small gifts
   from the universe

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