Short Harbour Poems
Short Harbour Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Harbour by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Harbour by length and keyword.
Beloved
safe
harbour
in
stormy
seas...
pitter patter on
the roof, rain falling softly
foghorn drones sometimes
from afar in the harbour
warns ships danger lurks--heed!
Old age: The enviable harbour of life that not all ships are blessed to reach!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 October 2018
All's quiet at the pier.
The mist slowly rises over the harbour.
Soon the crew will gather.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2026
You think the glass is empty?
You're wrong
I harbour all the empty in the world
And so this glass, this room, this place cannot be empty
Because I am
Noble nature sights harbour in my heart!
Most momentous, treasured maritime trip.
Glorious gaudy glow still stands apart -
Sunset from deluxe domain of our ship!
I'll adore you while we are floating afar from the shore.
I'll hold my own harbour gate open for that love of yours.
I'll shower you with all approaches of affection once we soar.
Whitewashed cottages and circling gulls
The crest of a wave hits the beach as it rolls
Evening shadows hang, on old harbour walls
Be quick! We’ll get home before darkness falls.
You eat no food
You force to eat bullets
Then you fled your home
And now the bullets grew.
I love you peace. Let's sail together. Layag Sug!
Harbour Mall, Nature City. 20 March 15
Just realized four different types of seals
Harp seals, harbour seals, navy, and imbeseals
Last one's in office
Talk about nauseous
Okay guys, tell me bout your 4 year ordeal
The quietest places, and dim
Each day-lit hour
Do the worst of fears
It seems harbour.
Of a striped, snaked face-telling!
Pale, plain unspoke.
A look, feeds off yours
While we yet joke!
Signal Hill dressed in white spring daisies
Below in harbour yachts set sail for Rio
Table Bay tessellated turquoise with sailors in paisleys
Southern wind sent them gallant like Galileo ~
Time lies not blameless for the faded, wilting bloom,
But has not dimmed its beauty,
Must not she harbour reflections of awakening Springtime,
But surrender to the Advent of the winter of her life.
the
meadows
harbour
wild flowers
and
sweet clover
bows
before the
scythe
© Harry J Horsman 2019
Anger in the heart tests fertility of the mind
Be careful what you harbour
Because its bound to grow Inside.
Sow a seed of love, its easy to do.
Because the love that's in me, is the same as in you.
2018/11/26
Green verge and pale blue river flow,
silver clouds skim mountain peaks,
golden blissful moment captured,
caught in a swirl stream recent past,
vivid sight emblazoned on the mind,
they lie asleep in vernal berth
Breakfast at the Deer Lodge,
Moose Tick,
Salmon Harbour,
Beaver Bay by the evergreen,
left reminded of
B.C Bud at 17,
time is
water under the bridge.
I live in Toronto,
and drown in Maple syrup;
Canadian Bacon.
A joke.
Over many seas of opinions, he sailed
Searcing the elusive truth to find
Many decades passed without success
So to faith's harbor anchored his mind!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
22 April 2017
Your tongue
and fingers
where maddening roses
would linger
for the ships
to enter the harbour
Since earthquake
from your kicking legs
cactus hesitates
to enter
Disquiet in waters
__________________
23 April 2022
Harbour under shadow
Hopes dwell in pink marrow
Half closed windows with tales
Handwritings that doesn’t fail
Handsome illustration
Hair band like small station
Heat of purple shelter
________________________
20/02/2017
There are ports you can't reach ,Captain,
you can not fill the gaps
do not count outbound
stars are gleams to far away
What was the last commandent,Captain,
what did you leave the harbour
with a few passengers
is the bleeding your heart
Flame in hearts,
Kissing me in the rain,
Tranquilised.
On Pict #2
Craving for harbour,
Kiss of life in the rain,
Enigma unveils.
On pict#4
Seized my umbrella ,
Kissing me in the rain,
Trust exhausted.
On pict #4
Three haikus
numb of dreams
cycles of memories
ageless harbour
or passion purity
timeless night
of hazel glanced whispers
in a soft mirror of scenes
of innocence and passions
mundi myth and walking hope or
perceptions
to a very ending spiral
Fireworks
You are Fireworks and you know it
Your burn brightest in the night
Beauty redefined in the purest of thoughts you harbour
And in the times of darkness presence
You show brightest through illumination
You are Fireworks and you own that.
shadows
shortening
clothed
in
drama
reflected
fragments
harbour
motionless
shapes
variety
in
microscope
significance
hidden
in
mist
proportion
distorted
blighted
by
opinions
withheld