Anchor Poems

Anchor poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of anchor poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on anchor are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Your Ship Came In

Your Ship Came In sonnet poems

You lingered in a deep and restless sea, Ostensibly, a man content to be Untethered by the bonds of wedded bliss; Resistant to the charms of every Miss. Simplistic in your chosen way of life, Hard-fast, you vowed to never

Poems containing references to : Anchor

A sonnet of waiting and other types of flowering

A sonnet of waiting and other types of flowering sonnet poems

Don’t let your heart become a paper boat sailing towards childhood, Towards the harbor of its never returning fragrances, Don’t float towards its crescent moons if you could, or the enchanting crooning of its past tenses. Don’t become an interpreter

In The Wrong Place

In The Wrong Place short poem

Sinuous roots stretch scrawny limbs, Seeking security in a forbidding terrain. Tentative fingers probing for purchase, Momentarily anchor, creep and grasp again. Mindless ambition, an instinctive will, Drives a path to solar sustenance. Revitalising rays multiply cells, Promoting uninvited regeneration.

Endless Story Of A Shadow Fleeing

Endless Story Of A Shadow Fleeing short poem

The street lamp validated it. I’m single, sui generis, without partner, lost entirely in self. East, up the street, no shadow cast. Turning this way and that a black specter, once sewn to my heel, deserted me. Under the lamp,

Floating dreams

Floating dreams short poem

I built a dream-castle A castle for my dreams Filled with myriad possibilities Each one I showcased On the shelf of my capabilities A glass-house built on stormy seas Under the blue umbrella of hope I padlocked it with my

Ode To Winter

Ode To Winter ode

You are not a season but a presence, An imagined whisper in someone’s ear. And with your hollow footsteps of silence, Perhaps a traveler who is not here. A Phantom that haunts the city, That we inhabit while we are

Sail Away With Me

Sail Away With Me long poem

Well and I know these lakes like The back of my hand I used to like to be on the open Waters alone the serenity made me Feel strong but now after meeting You I am a new man and

Another Love

Another Love short poem

Give me a moment of pause in this eerie lull, I do not want to call it a day. The blind fist had provoked the shrine, before the lips started demanding the dazzling kiss of a knife, pure cut-out neck

I am alive

I am alive short poem

The day has been ghastly but I have survived the desolation desperate like a mast-less ship at the high seas with the anchor lost too just waiting for fate to toss and turn and throw me to a shore but

Driftwood

Driftwood short poem

I am driftwood I only drift from shore to shore. I cannot anchor, I cannot root, I have no branches, no leaves, and no flowers. I am driftwood which drifts far and wide with the current of the tide. I

The Mother

The Mother short poem

The first bed before arrival on the earth , The divine home after the heaven , The resource of the body and the mind , The sheet anchor of the earthly identity , You , grandest figure, I invoke .

My Help And Shield

My Help And Shield short poem

Doing well in the Land that I love, I give thanks to the God up above. If not for him, I won’t be. He comforts and steadies me. If not I’d fall apart, uncertain and drowning from provocation. I had

Listening To The Sea – IV

Listening To The Sea   IV prose poem

Listening to the Sea – Series of poems Blushing the tides around the boat Living and Non Living both I encompass Some bathe within me and some live within me I spread myself so vast to see the horizons of

Children Of The River

Children Of The River long poem

Tides starts to rise, ripped up by the currents; The birth, snuggled to keep up, tenacious children; Ripples fretted the body, filling, reaching; Stream of water, lowly creeps, lulls to the hollow bed, Trust forth and flow in the rivers

Coming Back, A Letter To Elim

Coming Back, A Letter To Elim prose poem

Hi Elim, Your parents gave you a very special name when you were born. Your name is a place in a Middle Eastern Desert meaning “Oak”. Yes, it’s a strong tree, which is how they envisioned you to be. But

Prelude To A Divorce

Prelude To A Divorce short poem

why walk when you can ride, she said the bus on fire the upper deck peeled back and dragging the asphalt laughing with the driver, trying to steal his hat then searching in her seal-skin purse for half a roll

Portrait Near Twilight

Portrait Near Twilight long poem

From early youth the boy wished his father dead the way he touched his mother and all the things in the house he claimed ownership his stench left behind overwhelming hallways and the breakfast nook pomade and flatulence his inevitable

Curbing

Curbing short poem

It was a lingering goodbye for anchor moon after a religious embrace. I bid farewell in the chilling night for a song of separation. Where the beginning ends into a house of distillation. Blasphemy, where did you find the anatomy

Destined To Be Orphan

Destined To Be Orphan prose poem

A Newly born infant was ruthlessly abandoned on the street to face the vagaries of nature and fend for itself by its ruthless parents A good Samaritan took sympathy on the abandoned toddler and adopted the child and nourished the

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The Wonder World Of Nature!

The Wonder World Of Nature! prose poem

I had a morning class today, but it had slipped my mind that it was from 8 o’clock rather than 7, I know why it happened… Thinking what to do next, thought of waiting in the department… But, it was

Types Of Love

Types Of Love long poem

There are three kinds of love, Love that tests you, Love that loves you, Love that doesn’t love you back. The love that tests you, doesn’t conquer, it leads you, to the unfathomable galaxies, most of them are imaginary, where

Fear Of The Feather

Fear Of The Feather elegy

Why can’t I find them, the words, I need them to spill from me like a waterfall spills over a cliff. I need you to hear me, hear all of this dread inside me, hear the twisting of my heart

Never Alone

Never Alone long poem

I see my Lord’s face in the scattered leaves of autumn Hear His voice in the rustle as they move with the afternoon breeze I feel His gentle touch in the mystic eastern winds from Santa Ana Warm and dry

The Candid Mirror

The Candid Mirror short poem

I saw a child Playing in the mud Red hair Glistening in the sun Twinkling eyes, Reverberating the sea. Hands clutched the dark soil And out came a dimpled smile, Enthralling me. As I looked on She metamorphosed into an

Living By The Dream

Living By The Dream short poem

We lived by a dream of being together; However, that remained just a dream of one another. I am not sure, why this happened? But I am sure that He will not make his child cry for long, He is

The Ballad Of Bessy

The Ballad Of Bessy ballad

Bessy now pulls the cart towards their home that day Her size makes pulling baby carts as mere child’s play She’s huge, a Labrador, obtained from Russian friend Trained by cop, we’ll call Tim – that isn’t his real name

Souls Of Rainclouds

Souls Of Rainclouds short poem

Infantile air so clear and White gathers the dust of time gliding over paddy, inspiration, fish hooks, and moons Painting lullabies for lovers; Time gets younger, memories merge from bays to dried eyes as Hearts get heavier, healers hail the

Master Designer

Master Designer prose poem

An accountant, businessman, psychologist, or teacher? Great challenging and responsible endeavors, but for who? What was God thinking when he made you? A doctor, lawyer, Janitor, engineer, or carpenter? All good and noble professions, but for who? What was God

The Buried Secret

The Buried Secret short poem

A string of colours attached together What a captivating and lovely sight To those eyes who see them as blissful oceans rivers and seas But not to those eyes who know the truth As the truth is not always the

Nestlings

Nestlings short poem

Coming face to face with hemlock you are not able to rain in the animal and start climbing the temperamental tree. Fathered by innocence of violence on the name of war, when were you going to kill? Your own progency?

Sunday Afternoon

Sunday Afternoon short poem

I felt so cold, so lost I had everything since birth including sadness and frustration It was always there But I didn’t care I just shut myself away Day by day Dream by dream I had it my way But

A Devil’s Hunger

A Devils Hunger short poem

A night when the moon was at its highest peak The dead flesh of man made the forest reek, The thing that killed them already fled leaving the forest painted red; The deed was done by a man with a

You

You short poem

Oh, you. You with your eyes. A golden brown. A deep forest green. They’re an abyss that I become lost in…repeatedly. You’re my panacea. A serendipity that is beyond lovely. Your presence sends a ripple effect of warmth throughout me.

Noam Chomsky Is Crazy

Noam Chomsky Is Crazy short poem

Noam Chomsky must be crazy What else can he be? He says America commits war crimes And he’s said it many times. How that can be true I haven’t a clue. How can anyone doubt That America is all about

Gaia’s Paradox

Gaia’s Paradox long poem

Metallic spacecrafts cloud the sky Griffins, Dragons and Fairies spread their wings and fly Mermaids come on the back of Dolphins singing their sacred song of Precedent Well I wouldn’t of believed it either if I hadn’t of seen it

Fragrance

Fragrance short poem

Thou, fragrance, you are the only one, in this universe, Liked and welcomed by all, with no hesitation, nor dislikes, Agreeing with everyone’s tastes and joining hand in hand, With anyone, rich or poor, regardless of their virtues and vices.

Nan

Nan short poem

your nan, your grama your whatever you called ‘er a soft place to fall if mom & dad hollered chores for a quarter, sleep-overs for fun love aplenty, wisdom a ton strong cementing, dependable fixture penchant for silliness stirred into

Ode To A Squirrel

Ode To A Squirrel ode

You see me Hurrying and scurrying Gathering my food cautiously, Looking around constantly worrying Sneaking around precociously. Weaving; bobbing, always dodging Bushy tailed little scavenger I am, So may despise me as I dwell in their lodging But all I

The Mango Tree

The Mango Tree short poem

It is 9 o’clock; will be up in some time. Woke up later, what! It’s still 9 o’ clock! Clock’s not working. So much smoke…! Can’t see Anything at all! …Ahu Ahhu…! Have to open the window…; the window is

My Friend Crystal

My Friend Crystal long poem

I am the women that hasn’t been able to lose all her baby weight. I am the dad that works two jobs and always gets home late. I am the high school cheerleader trying to be someone shes not. I