Short Canoe Poems
Short Canoe Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Canoe by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Canoe by length and keyword.
Rapa Nui had no trees
Not one canoe to fish the seas
No fire to cook
No shady brook
Donald Trump pay attention PLEASE!
Her body was the sea
Hips were the tides
I used to ride my canoe in the morning
The current always got rough at night
my girlfriends dad is so nice
sold me a canoe half price
but on our first date
we got home quite late
saved by flotation device.
canoe through lillies
what mystery that engine
meander the guide
January 22, 2011 (c) Copyright 2011 Albert Geiser, All Rights Reserved,
A Thought To Ponder
Haiku: by Tom
December 15, 2020
We share a canoe,
and if man sinks that canoe;
we all drown the same.
canoe has its ribs
A man's ribs facing upward
In river and rain
January 22, 2011 (c) Copyright 2011 Albert Geiser, All Rights Reserved,
A very rich lady from Burbank,
Was in a canoe when it sank,
Her fur and diamonds got lost
In the watery impost,
As she dog-paddled her way to the bank.
The bears took over my canoe today
When I saw they wanted it, I ran away.
I know you’re brave. You say you’d stay?
Get it back please, they are in the bay.
Little by little
like a canoe in the deep,
Life sails on gently...
Though it may change course,
or wreck while sea-bound offshore;
often the truth saves!
I wish to go to Katmando,
live on the beach, own a canoe,
go fishing the whole day long,
no one to tell me I'm wrong,
I hope that my wish does come true.
What in this life do we continue to pursue
Perhaps a new boat or a bright red canoe
The list of possibilities seems quite endless
Does having it all really make us a success
sunshine
fun, memorable
fishing, swimming, hiking
campfire, woods, canoe, river
planting, driving, travelling
great, enjoyable
vacation
April 28, 2021
beach bound
heading there with canoe
three hippie squirrels
driving a VW, what could be better?
potato salad and hot dogs ready
listening to Beach Boys music from the sixties
Marie Celeste
There once was a Man of Mystery,
Who survived an event in History.
Escaped the Marie Celeste,
In a Canoe, heading West.
As for the rest, it’s still a mystery.
Time for a new maritime party
Leadership bold, yet seasoned and hearty --
Took a long time to pick it
But we've got us the ticket --
"Tip-a-canoe" and "Right-the-Ship-Smarty"
To have a daughter
Is such a joy
Unless she is not yours
And seems to hate your guts.
Attitude and haughtier
Excuses and ploys
A canoe without oars
Lies forfeit trust.
cool spring day
canoe glides into water
frog jumps off granite
stillness of lake
a fisherman casts his line
trill of a robin
this is his church
God and Jesus are here
he feels them
Riches advertise the rich
on bill board of selfishness
Power is a wind-driven canoe
that drowns the brutal
Poverty is the television set
that exposes rot of heart
in society that cares not
Row, row and sing,
Rest, rest and listening.
We’ll listen to the lullaby of a siren’s voice.
We’ll hear the ambience
Of the night’s silence.
Walk, walk and talk,
Stand, stand and be proud.
The body is the home of life...
Life is my canoe,
I carry it across all the seas
and rivers that navigate me inside,
from the outside, I seek to sail
the greater river
of all others lives...!
Young me took this to heart:
“Love many,
Trust few,
And always paddle
your own canoe”
Now I paddle my canoe
In icy waters
Far from my youth
and my many lovers
not one of whom
I trusted.
One
Peaceful
Canoe ride
Early autumn
A time to refresh and rejuvenate
9/21/19
Image # 1 Chosen
Contest: Make It Five Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
(Checked with Howmanysyllables.com)
I lay on the turf
one night
I turned the
sky upside down
And into a black sea
and rode a canoe
And paddled and saw
myriad phosphorescence below
Twinkling one after
Another and so on . . .
Form:
'Neath the mountain, on river bends bank
Paw prints left...where old grizzly drank
A canoe, missing a plank
Abandoned...near it sank
My mind, to be frank
Clackety clank
Drew a blank
I thank...
Hank
Learch In Church
I like leaching, leaping and larking
Set your light on fire that now is sparking
Not embark but find canoe made of birch
Learn how to paddle lazy self to church.
Sound familiar?
Jim Horn