Wharf Poems - Poems about Wharf

...There’s a burning yen nomadic deep within entrenched, to absorb fresh environments ambrosial on foot, where incidental hue or august colour wash abound, or that March bloom tantalising shady patch......Read the rest...

...Thoughts etched in obsidian, A wharf rock verdant- Wisps of color, Like a jade curved smith. To hew out crevices of the wast'd rock, Wind washed and sand clothed- Pulsating taking solitude,......Read the rest...

...There is an urge within me to wander randomly, to explore in vivid detail each kaleidoscope, incidental hue or pristine colour I encounter, or just as likely that tantalising shady patch, with it......Read the rest...

...Unseaworthy I creak like an old ferry coming in to meet the wharf mindful of less agile passengers but like a wayward skiff my thoughts soon override the pier bounce against its rails, vee......Read the rest...

... When sky born laughter a strained ode construed, soaks up the pale rust yellow foliage, visual feast pursuit awhile imbued, An early morning spell I might engage, while breathing in the far......Read the rest...

...Gilt-edged first light visions greet zestful horde in trendy street Luscious coffee bouncing bean set alight a dormant scene Pumpkin seeds dot fresh brown toast eager staff cool vibrant host ......Read the rest...

...Autumn is finally here and there is so much to share, the leaves are getting red and there is no place to bury the dead, salvation has fallen on its bare back and there is no way that it is coming ba......Read the rest...

...The tide worn and barnacled pylons holding up the wharf wobble on a sea swell like loose teeth. Most of the decking planks are missing. Those that remain span joists with bones of rotted wood......Read the rest...

...Elusive pursuit endeavoring to craft a great poem I (analogous to a rolling stone) confess, no deliberate intent, yet often wonder what spurs me to nudge, goad, coax, et cetera semblance of rea......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...I can never comply with fastidious hygiene Try as thee most persuasive person might, he/him, she/her, they, them... can never wean yours truly always objected being told when to bathe/shower ......Read the rest...

...In the judiciary of high quality Where the advocacy is Equality: Ideas that keep clashing with partiality And would not condone one more cheap casualty… Outside the court room stripped of Auda......Read the rest...

...I was born in Sunny Southern California, in the hottest month of the year! cries out my mother. California is known for its drought season; one we just came out of, it lasted four years. Imagine no......Read the rest...

...calling all mistreated jugglers and wretches of condemned madhouses bewitched by fingers of freak fame the spindly fingers of trickster twins that open the floodgates to occult caverns unleashin......Read the rest...

...Shooting sixty four rapids in the time stream Powder milk biscuits helped yours truly, a Norwegian farmer wannabe feel bold enough to weather inclement steady rain which swirled, pooled, and ......Read the rest...