Voyage Poems | Examples of Voyage Poetry

Years ago I did so choose, to go on a Caribbean clipper ship cruise, and, in addition to several other islands, anchored off Nevis, northwest of Saint Kitts, where, in the late 1780's, Nelson had lived, and still bears traces of his presence today, in various parts, pieces and bits. When our windjammer Skipper informed us, 'Shopping here's good, snorkeling is bad,' I...

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O vapor of the ether; Of noctilucent clouds: Drain, rain, in a fever? Thy contents void on crowds? Dark fire, burn through dragon teeth! Swarms of men destroy! Belladonna, wrap in wreath! Mandrake to employ! At harvest-time, bloodlet like spring? Festive gathering? O for fairies wrapped in ring! How the end can sting! Wizard, wild as weather? Tornado, come and go... We can be together? Caw, O carrion crow! Empty are...

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In the hush before the world began, When stars were sparks in God's own hand, Two souls were forged in sacred flame, Bound as one, without a name. They danced where time had yet to flow, In realms no mortal heart could know, And whispered vows in light and fire— To seek, to find, to never tire. Through lifetimes scattered far and wide, Across...

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The voice within, a whisper bruised, Fights the noise the world has used To carve a man from primal bone To cage the beast, to leash the lone. The mind, a mat where wars unfold, Instincts wild, but nurtured cold. They tame him not with chains or rods, But with applause and wooden Gods. He wears the mask, rehearsed and tight, Performs by day,...

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Forever is a giant ground, Where buried roots live in hope. Though, dead in earth and weak beyond The realistic of growth scientifically. Unless been uprooted and cast in fire, It remains a new seed to sprout new desires. Studies often wonder how each get to cope-- The threat of call, hope yield basically. But men are death bound; For...

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The ghostly night was filled with gloom As from your grave we walked away. Grief-stricken, there beside your tomb; Through Heaven's gate you've gone. A friend you were until that day You met your godforsaken doom And taken through death's alleyway. From the long stay in your dim room Where pain and groaning came to stay, Gossamer wings you now assume; Through Heaven's gate you've...

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Upon the waves where the wild winds sing, A tale unfolds of a vessel and its wing; Through the tide, it dances, graceful and free, Harnessing the ocean's heart, a sight to see. With cargo holds filled, treasures abound, From the Pacfic to the Atlantic, dreams resound. A bill...

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Oh, dear reader of short-line poems, are you, like me, short of breath? Have you tried to read my short-shift stuff, with ever so short-lines, Aloud? It's sad to say it sounds a tad choppy! Like it's, ridin' on bobbin' seas, sailing into a head-wind over the air-ways. It rollicks along with carriage returns, unwinding, flowing freely from margins set tight, to waterfall. Sad to say, I'm done with it! For me personally, a poem is just a thought, a heady daydream...

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I watch it slowly leave the river and enter the Bay, its bow parting the calm with an efficient quiet. Another hour and the ship will be cutting through the swells of the open sea. Men in orange overalls lean on railings at the stern looking back over a long wake. I try to imagine what thoughts are washing across their minds. Perhaps it's the...

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Insanity and back again Somethings got to give Whatever you do Please don't shout my name It calls up the demon In me We partied when we were young Had to stop the world from turning We ran as fast as we could and then faster You lived for the minute and never thought it all would be gone Crushing killing Creative aptitude Not even thinking of...

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Down here on Ruby Lane Sitting looking at the rain Looking at my glass of red Thinking what I haven’t said If through negligence some changes Shuffle here with rearrangements Nothing’s changed its all the same Changes die on Ruby Lane From the dullest land of mad I have come to get some bread And some wine I need to take Just to have a...

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The soul is a compass lost at sea, Searching for what it cannot see....

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Sailing solo is unsafe and it's not much fun one winds up talking to oneself before the day is done but a bad day on the water or so someone said beats a good day at the office (and I would know) snug in my bunk bed so gentlemen here's a tip for you as all good sailors do (when they want to wee believe you...

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Legacies of the now and the after Blossoms and glooms in a cycle A breech of sadness and laughter Thoughts of the past in the present The after life dreaded thoughts These are thoughts of the after life (Written 12/08/2024)...

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Tingling of tongue sent Euripides Questing a tastier kind of cheese. "I found cheddar magical," Said this poet tragical, "Sailing the southern antipodes.”...

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