Voyagers Poems - Poems about Voyagers

Voyagers  The old ship rust stripped like a Sudanese mule doomed to carry fleeing people across a landscape of despair Why, she floats is a lasting mystery From one obscure port to another she finds her way The captain and the chief are never sober plays ten-cent poker The captain signs the manifesto but takes no interest, what's in the ship's hold other than massive rats  when did the pair...

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Voyagers  The old ship rust stripped like a Sudanese mule doomed to carry fleeing people across a landscape of despair Why, she floats is a lasting mystery From one obscure port to another she finds her way The captain and the chief are never sober plays ten-cent poker The captain signs the manifesto but takes no interest, what's in the ship's hold other than massive rats  when did the pair...

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Across the bridge, unto the clear path silence waits as time takes a slow count with her void beckoning loudly and whispering to the lurking shadows When will it all end? As all spun lightly for a short stop Toils and Sweats are lost before Dawn gracefully dancing to the blowing breeze over meadow at Dusk Is Eternity a break Even? or a new...

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In this your steep water of love There is a graveyard of ships Wherein Many men before me, Who heedlessly have seafared On this perilous journey of love What joy have they ever gotten But destitution, chaos and hurt They have only left their homes With foolish hopes of making Their way Into a maiden's heart, But in the end they...

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Embark with me, with us upon our voyage We set our course by chart and dream Cast overboard all weight, for storms pursue make room for sinking souls Come toil and row tied one to one when gales blow and far from home Come count the stars and scan the shimmering horizon Come share the brazier’s glow plain rations for a feast laugh with companions Adventure stirs our bones Pain and fear we choose...

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I've traveled this road before. Maybe it was in a dream, but I don't think so. I remember too well the cold pavement Beneath bare feet and walking Toward the water color moon. The road was deserted, except for thoughts And emotions that seemed to swirl All around then land in the snow by the wayside. I remember, too, feeling alone and Miniscule compared...

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