Silty Poems - Poems about Silty

... I was born cradled inside your palm within the perimeters of a safe haven brought to life by loving silty fingers Rose is what I heard you call me staying true to my appellative name......Read the rest...

...a bed of stones unloosed to spill from its path through fresh waters flow to the distant sea laving pebbles from its silty rough wrath from rivers fresh to brackish brine's debris the journey end......Read the rest...

...Sharks in the ocean, killer whales - prevalence of predators in knee deep water, all because men know better. They, we - bring disaster to the shore, to the salty, silty, haven of children, coup......Read the rest...

...The ocean churns, deep in the bowels of its great stomach A scurvy, a barnacle, a flag flung high amast From deep, deep down inside, below pressure boiling Bones exploding, windpipes constri......Read the rest...

...Hilda my partner turned in her bed as the early morning train hurtled by at breakneck speed sending tremors round our dwelling. Those long flowing tresses embrace the shafts of first light so enthus......Read the rest...

...Inland swimming pool. Between two hills, a chasm, in winters rain fills up the gap a lake is born, in May, June and the middle of July the water is fine, if a bit greying. The lake has no out......Read the rest...

...Kelso has a boat smeared to the gunnels, with cawk and greasy weeds. Kelso is old enough to be free of care, his dog don't care neither. At the prow of dawn he hauls dripping lobsters in ......Read the rest...

...William walks the Thameside path to skirt the Whitecross public house beside the bankside boats some covered by their winter canvas coats and strewn with planks and dollies some sitting on the......Read the rest...

...November's winter sun is bleeding low where cold Thames makes a tidal run and also gentler pewter flow towards the city docks, the sea, towards the rising of the sun A single coot beside ......Read the rest...

...Skirting church on Puig de Missa, then down the slope towards the river, St Eularia's Rui, with path that winds on to the sea. Past the smelly goats, where poking little fingers get nibbled, and ......Read the rest...

...Kelso has a boat smeared to the gunnels, with cawk and greasy weeds. At a prow of dawn he hauls dripping lobster, and their pots up the scummy steps of the silty stone harbor, pushing a bar......Read the rest...

...DIG Dig with spade and a soulful heart, Destiny’s soil chambered beneath. Dust chalice canvas, questing art — Dovelike Wings of lily bequeath. Dig deep into the chasm of love — Desired silt......Read the rest...

...The Mirror of Truth The face in the crowd worried me it was still but the eyes were aglow showing an intense hatred to no one, in particular, a man`s who dreams had been disturbed by reality;......Read the rest...

...DIRTY HANDS by JOHN M. ARRIBAS Little boys playing with mud and silty sands Will return to their houses with dirty hands Mom will scold them, but knows what to do A little soap and water......Read the rest...

...Buzzing rail buggies spinning paddled tires beating out a gritty wake feather on sand dune deliberation over alcohol burning engines being better than gas everyone with lit cigarette in hand ......Read the rest...