Trawler Poems - Poems about Trawler

...three brooms aboard a trawler moored and all a’leaning by a door brush! aloud the skipper yelled and grabbed three hands that grabbed in hand and deck the brooms a’swept three brooms a to a......

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...I am a cruiser on a big trawler. A lover of the water. Look at it's blue color. What's underneath is a puzzler. Being a traveler who looks for spectacular pictures. I always discover ......

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...At the wharf I donned the Wellington boots Of the fisher deceased, to trace my roots And see and feel what it was like at sea For my uncle a fishing devotee. The clammy boots were three sizes t......

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...she was a sassy little mermaid with only one ardent wish to wreak havoc on mankind for introducing chips to fish she’d sit upon that lorelei rock and keep her constant check and in the cold wea......

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...Abacus yacht boats pleasy Banana boats are queazy Catamaran boats squeezy Dinghy boats all out easy Eagle Craft boats too cheesy Fishing boats yet so breezy Game boats crazy uneasy Houseboats ......

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...I love to walk barefoot along the shore the imprint of my footprints follows me like a shadow I know they’ll vanish as each wave breaks rushing over the shingle tickling my toes ......

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...Drifting into a fog-bound sound An ancient trawler with lines set Shadowy apparitions floating around No crew of hearty fishermen, yet A deathly chill rolled over the pier Villagers cautious......

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...I set my snares in sea of dreams to catch my share of dreams in common. I'm waiting, killing time playing cards with the trawler men, who are much better at cards than me. I wait to see the dr......

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...Don't take for truth all that you hear, And believe only half what you see; For when you do you oft get things wrong, On this you will have to agree, For people embellish the things that they s......

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...I’m a titch like a detritivous dust-mite, Yet taller than a boiler-hauled trawler. Little like the winter mice’ whittling bites, Brained bigger than a floor-fallen brawler. I have stories small......

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...They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters: These see the works of the Lord and his wonders in the deep. From the 107th psalm It......

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...Wales to me is her Celtic tribal history, Wales to me is walks upon her shores. Wales to me is her druids, saints, and mystery, the soil I tread, the salt that leaves my pores. We drove an ......

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...Magical Scene There was a rustling in the woods Under the arbutus tree canopy, As I climbed up the lichen covered rocks Above the shimmering ocean, Late afternoon sun streaming down. I tu......

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...April is here Spring is getting kicked in the next gear Leaving is winter basically a whimper Giving way to life’s beautiful day Like the New Testament said The cold of sin is dead Starte......

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...Instruction by Michael R. Burch Toss this poem aside to the filigreed and the wild tide of sunset. Strike my name, and still it is all the same. The onset of night is in the despairing ......

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