Short Navigator Poems
Short Navigator Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Navigator by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Navigator by length and keyword.
Your eyes, migrant boats
when they found mine
of frigate, experienced navigator
Then they asked me for a pier...
In this world to be a wanderer,
in space, be a navigator
traveling it is no hindrance.
If we live to sow love...
They are steered like rudders on ships
Their port lies between my two lips
My day is a drag
Lest my mouth snags a bag
Of Doritos Nacho Cheese Chips
An alligator on a floating freighter
Ate the Captain and the navigator,
He also ate the crew
In a meaty stew,
In a feast which included the waiter.
According by my navigator -
I'm in the tundra- close to the Northern Pole.
But, why giraffes everywhere and alligators,
I do not comprehend it at all?
THE SUN: GOD’S GUIDING HYDRATING EYE
Clouds frothing the sky,
Soaring waves frothing the shores;
Sunshine mooning all:
God’s stalwart navigator,
Navigating us onward:-
Dodged by the flock, Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer
proves himself an ace navigator-cum-mountaineer,
safely leads Santa’s sleigh through frosty dark night,
for he has a snout of crimson flare that shines bright.
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Everywhere I go
My Chihuahua rides with me
In his McDonald's coffee cup
Right next to me on the seat
Husband,a honourable man when drunken becomes horrible;he is a navigator but makes accident when there is no anchor the wife;boldly revealing the truth,but when smokes, becomes lier;dear person when things danger becomes devil.byg.anuthangavel
So
Idyl
Luminous
Eager nice soul
Neat nice smooth poet
Tactful friendly person
One so beautiful poet
Navigator master in seas
Edified reader so grand writer
Please note: big waterfall shape poem. Syllables go up from nine to one.
CONTENTMENT CORRIDOR-:-
extant
sensitivity
navigator
convoluted
contours
of SCRAMBLED DREAMS
mindscape
ambiguity
sculpted
anonymity
enshrined
in THE LAST MILEPOST
reflective
remembrance
expectant
perpetuity
virtual
Old sailor, clad in stone
anchored to the turf,
like a marble statue,
a careless navigator
washed up by the sea,
tastes the sting of salt
feels the wind whipped sand, burn the skin,
squints pitted eyes, staring out, leaning in
to the sun, rising from the sea.
Navigate,
navigator...!
No sea
is done so remote
that your boat
don't reach ...!
Search
at sea to
your pleasure
in the word
Ship...
and at sea to
your cure is
in the word
salt...
Every navigator
must duel
with the tempest
from the sea when
navigate,
and the chains
of life
When
rests,
of the deal ...!
Time is not lineal
The back of memory
past relived
future imagined --
Time is mind, and mind
Has its own compass and
Essence Navigator.
Love is a perfect example
When perfected, all directions
At all times,
Ever present in the mind and
Heart of man
His Manifest Christ --
Time is Spirit
And spirit is timeless….
You my love
Are perfect
You my love
Know how to make me wiggle
Moan, scream into silence
Arch my back and contort
Like I never knew I could
You my love leave me breathless
Speechless, thoughtless
Without capability to comprehend
Anything other than your touch
You my love are a master magician
An understanding lover with navigating hands
A structure forms a foundation
Foundation, of what
May I ask
Of things to become
Become, what things
If I may
Things that were written down on a scroll
As the hands move around
The eyes keep on piercing through
Bravo, its noticeable
Emphasise it
A navigator forms a journey
Journey, of what
May I ask
That leads to
To what
If I may
To leadership
Tom Tom is a satellite navigator
He stays awake all day and nite
Google maps though is his nemesis
But Tom Tom thinks that Google takes the piss
As for me I don't really care, if
Tom Tom or Google just takes me where
The place I just need to go
To avoid the traffic jams and just flow
My location is just a start
My destination
Home at last
DAMO x
Lessons to learn from you, oh Salmon
great fish!, strong navigator;
How highly focused you are, attaining
your goals oh great curator.
Moving and strong currents do not deter
your maternal instinct;
Aware that your destiny ends where you
were spawned in your precinct.
So much to learn from the journey of your
life, oh great conservator!.
His world ended there, by the road
While walking, he was struck by a car
After everything this, and this was the end
«Sleep, gentle man», the cats purred
«Sleep, good master», the dogs barked
«Sleep, you are one of us», the children shouted
«Sleep, you celestial navigator», the pilots said
Crowded out of the ignorant darkness
He opened the door silently, very silently
The door of great poets
I am my Pain
my Pain is me
Navigator teaching
the Sage in me.
A Prophet’s mind
undoing old things
unmasking the past
gifts He brings.
Seer in the moments
by my side
Spirit my Shadow
Spectre my Guide.
Maestro of life
conducting the way
show me lessons
to learn today.
Give me ways
in which to grow
open wide portals
so I may know.
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Ship San Gabriel sailed from Portugal
wit brave navigator Pedro Alvares Cabral
strayed around
the cape of Boa Esperança
moved away from the coast of africa
so much until seeing the island of vera cruz,
he saw it was bigger land,
he called the land of the holy cross,
when he landed he saw that it was
even bigger... so immense
that could only be a country...
Later time he called it Brazil...!
a prime stream makes her course
along niger’s foot-path
a juxtapose of ancestral headstones
& there: life sings like death?
& there: death cries into life?
for ancients are new arrivals at life!
o, a new cry ever rents this sky
along niger’s foot-path
now, greeting our drumming sky
o, a navigator of a mystery-path
lay on a fragile bedside seeking attention
a weird thunder of a rainy commotion!
You are a good navigator
in high seas of feelings
you know where storms are
against which you sail
without drowning me
You know extremely well
where to pour water to cool
the burning ship within me
Good sailor, prove your skills
steer the ship to the shores
Take me to beaches of love
let me have a feel of nature
of the cool breezes around
away from the tidal winds
empty energy, nature waits
The tank was the sea
where me with my paper boat
sailed, i was daring navigator...
The wind was my private plane,
and in it i flew from side to side
always content..
The sun was a living torch
that I handled with my hands,
the moon was my celestial spaceship
in which i sailed in thoughts...
Life was an innocent game,
just a children's game...
It seems thus yesterday... but
a long time has passed... !
I stand by my love forever
In stormy and gloomy weather
I shall be your navigator
In times of persecution and betrayal
I shall be the even handed judge
When vicissitudes of life
Strike and destabilise your emotions
I shall be the shoulder you cry on
When providence knocks and lifts you up
I shall be that smile of gratitude
That will dissipate years of
Anxiety and tribulations
I stand by my love forever