Short Helmsman Poems

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


Premium Member Zen mode

with each breath reborn we sail on
God is the helmsman of our ship
though darkness of night precedes dawn
bliss mists effused is our worship
Form: Quatrain


Homes At Night

A living, breathing source of
Love-flamy light.
For what does each, in the heart
Stir up at night.

Though down in roads' sea-rolled view
Drunken, fogged most
Peninsula-prominent.
Safe helmsman boast.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A COUPLE OF OLD SEA DUCKS

Columbus and Vespucci charted the sea foam,
their star-studied maps taking them far from home~
till their helmsman did say, 
“Hey, take your sextants away…
you ancient sea-souls, get a room for your tome.”
Form: Limerick

The Ashes of Sin

A man must be measured
  to call himself such

Each storm must be weathered
  its helmsman so clutch

Fire must be extinguished
  for growth to begin

The seeds of new virtue
  —from the ashes of sin

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)
sin
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I'Ll Argue With You

Nature often violates its own laws.
Miracles can happen every day.
Nature sailing wildly without helmsman
Would soon find itself in a defensive way.

I look around at wonders of the world
And know they were conceived by a great mind
I choose to call that great mind, Lord,
And every day His miracles, you'll find..
Form: Rhyme


A Love That's Meant To Be

Seagulls sit on rusting capstans
For the fleet to leave to sea,
Waiting for the missing helmsman
If it was meant to be.

Sounds of summer out of reach,
From anglers by the sea
No more pebbles on the beach
If it was meant to be.

For love is just a numbers game
Where life is a tax we levy
Until with hope we set aflame
As it is meant to be.

Hope To Back

Start your anchor boat steersman
Sun declines in the west
The new wife awaiting
on the near bank
Hope to return to own land
That free air
unbound movements
The rice cake and
Cares of blood.
Go, boatman!
She is lonely
Maybe she is crying
To back home;
To forget old memories
Maybe the husband left her
She is surmounting a difficulty
Cross the river safely helmsman
She has to reach her lap
She needs love again
© Litan Dey  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Imagism

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