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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She Breaches

She Breaches short poem

Gulls swarm above the lake, clockwise and counter hundreds of miles from the sea, just a step below the unclothed mountain shoulders, they churn swerve near each other like some game, my brother tells me he wouldn’t be surprised if

Beauty Of Darkness

Beauty Of Darkness prose poem

The Night seems to be so ‘Haunted’. He scares us with his ‘Beauty’ and makes us so comfort with his ‘Darkness’. He is someone who doesn’t talk but listens to everything. When Night is awake every life is dead. But

The End

The End short poem

Lines on forehead are deepening. No signs of abatement of fire in our bellies. The hunger we inherited is only comforting the mouthless. Broken laughs. Strange bedfellows chopping off the murals from the lips. A body rots, stinks. Maggots fly.

A Love Affair

A Love Affair short poem

My love affair with trees started when I was oh so young. The swing on a branch at the end of my garden is where it had all begun. I swung back and forward, singing little tunes to the tree

Emptiness.

Emptiness. short poem

Life is swiftly passing by No one has time to look back Or no one is ready to think What has happened in the past. Go back to your own past, You will see an emptiness every where. Its the

A Defeated Man

A Defeated Man short poem

The man that created me is old and defeated His paralyzed and tired body fights not to get discouraged Yet, with his inability to do any activity constantly is reminded That life is not so kind when you are disabled

Good Days

Good Days short poem

If someone says good days will come I welcome But feel that mine is in-depth a shy welcome For that great concept all have to be in everything good Peruse individually elements of goodness we should Everyone must decide to

Shadow Of My Life

Shadow Of My Life short poem

You are my life. … Who gives me hope.. .. At each step … And keeps me warm. …. At my heart. …. And makes me feel.. .. To be so special. … I really cannot explain. .. The place

Andrew

Andrew short poem

You’re so good. “your imperfections make you perfect.” you said that to me. is this how family trees begin? I can’t say something that I don’t know I want to know to know everything I want to know if you’ll

How Is Your Faith

How Is Your Faith prose poem

How is your faith? I guess it depends on the case. Are things going good or bad? Are you happy or sad? People say things just happen for- well there is no reason. Then why do we have seasons? why

Eerie Silence

Eerie Silence short poem

There is a eerie silence before the storm, then the gods of wrath descend and tear apart the fabric of life, continuity, saneness, that binds us together and then there is eerie silence once more.. It feels that the storm

Emotionally Blind

Emotionally Blind short poem

When you wake up. Is it worth it. Facing another day. Feeling nothing but psychological pain. Feeling like no one cares about you. Thinking that your life is worthless. Feeling that your insignificant. Knowing you have freinds but feeling alone.

Sleeping With The Moon

Sleeping With The Moon short poem

The movement of the water that surrounds me The slowing down of the force between us The balance of the water holding me like a mother holding its child The character of our bodies reflect its simple gestures The openness

Delusions Of Contentment

Delusions Of Contentment short poem

Whatever possesses one to feel liberation A handshake with the mock devil For in ones head is but a thought And others that fight to be heard To create an act of kindness An essence of the flimsy kind For

Messi!!

Messi!! short poem

The heartbeat of millions I am sorry! BILLIONS His name is Lionel Andreas Messi The messiah of football I am sure that he is known to you all And the ‘MESSI ERA’ shall never fall His 360 is unbeatable His

Fate Vindicated

Fate Vindicated long poem

Love letters from L.A. so sweet Every line makes my heart skip A beat, I know someday we will Be together because I believe The heart can bridge any distance No matter the miles that separate Us today, no and

Guiding Light – My Teacher

Guiding Light   My Teacher long poem

Confused , lost , bloodshot eyes , A wanderer insomniac driven premise , Supreme anxiety , thumping palpitations, Pointless life dictated inhibitions , I Came at your doorstep, A depressed human being , A lifeless soul, Devoid of objectives ,

Human Lab

Human Lab short poem

Half-buried in a mud pit, a polluter bares all, body and soul. Hands bound, ready to be stoned to death. A god was going to kill a god. A dense judgement of planet green of an unreliable sun scribbling a

Not Yet My Time

Not Yet My Time long poem

Death: the most natural And common event in the universe, Yet forsakes us all perplexed. To begin means to end, And to end means to begin— To whatever comes next. I know not, and will not Know of what is

Stay.

Stay. prose poem

you are not my gleaming sun you are not the soft, rhythmic beating of my heart you are not constant, sweet music to my ears, nor are you beauty and grace and personified you are not my winged golden seraph,

And By Those Words

And By Those Words long poem

And while I walk, I can hear those words, Being echoed time and again, “From this moment, Here shall I declare that we are free, From those colonial chains”. He was a good speaker, he moved the nation, On his