Sailors poems bring the best collection of short and long sailors poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great sailors rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these sailors poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on sailors are here for you.
The river only ran in the rain but being in Seattle that was often this was back before being wet was a hardship, there being no style we had old coats and arthritic umbrellas not even boots just wet feet,
Abandon, abandon the ship There’s no one coming to save Abandon, abandon the ship Quick! escape your graves Abandon, abandon the ship She cried Abandon, abandon the ship The captain lied to you Abandon, abandon the ship There’s nothing left
Well I was going down for the third time In the deep blue sea after our ship caught Fire mysteriously then I felt a hand taking Mine and a voice saying everything’s gonna Be ok, everything’s gonna be fine, I
sea grew wild, rain couldn’t cease rain fell drops, from tears of souls… the sailboat floats, on angry seas. wind blew hard; their distant howls like predators out, like ancient owls. Tide close in; a thunderous shout makes sun retreat,
The quarter moon has arrived on seaside, The carved bay being limited by sandline Is quite pleased with saline touch And is watched carelessly by drowsy moon. The breathing silence of distant forest, Feels happy for not being assailed by
There’s a line in the sand drawn in dark distant lands, where the guts and the glory and fine marching bands will all die in the dust and play into their hands, till they all say, NO! Those invisible walls
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After bending the oracle, there was participation in voice of grievers. The child of sun was dead in arms of nature. It moves, when I thought it was stillborn, the history of mankind. In the saddest day today, I believe
Freedom an all important right in this country coming from faith and mercy hundreds of years ago Control is now becoming a standard way of life, being told what to say or how to live is not the way one
The sail caught the wind; as did the hull catch the tide, Piercing the darkness, shimmered the feeble light, A constant companion in the dark… Wooing ships and sailors alike, The lighthouse, keeping its forlorn promise; Providing a sweet haven
A sailor’s story lingers long while others disappear; its locale point is Cuban soil when freedom was still here. My tall young frame was all decked out with new tight tailored whites, with thirteen shiny buttons new, that much improved
Are angelic neurons fleshing inside a trans-Inquisition tavern? Another kind of speaking, pontificating globe? Can we feel the burning and sexing of the four seasons with the four elements, recycling earth, water, air, fire, to produce the quintessence of your
In my heart, now lives a butterfly, flitting from flower to flower, drunk with nectar. Is this love? In my heart, now lives a bull, with fiery eyes, with feverish horns, thirsting for blood. Is this love? In my heart,
Between rainy days Brought by the northern wind And days trembling Under the caress of the southern, I go for a walk with my silence. I was weaning to speak- The words have lost their meaning Since there is no
So you thought you were the stuff, rough, tuff, couldn’t get enough. Wheeling, dealing, even stealing, trying to get rid of that low feeling. Wanting to be rich but there’s a hitch, it’s a straight bitch, you’ve run into a
It was haemolysed the homeless night. Flagellation will bring out the truth. The bloody kerchief was thrown on a crowd. A new comet was sighted. Dust and ice were near the tears. Sun was rising. Something fell in the lake.
A stunning hurl of androids on command, pulled by empty space when a talking primate decides the course of universe. A non-existent living from moment to moment prepares a moon man to jump into religion for salvation. The wedding of
Hatred, let it flow, let those memories that shackled me fade, let that dagger, which gives me pain mystify, let those eyes that see through darkness appear, let that beast go berserk, As I smile at the damnation I caused,
It was one of those bad days where nothing went right In frustration I banged my forehead against wall Frustration turned into anger and my forehead resembled a mountain I put Ice over the bloated forehead to melt it down
MEMORIES ….. I love your sweet voice , Handling your craziness is my choice . Playing games all day long , and all those stupid questions from nowhere they belong. Sharing every joy or pain , Partners in crime ,
Though I clearly see Paralleling traits, Corresponding facets Astonishingly quaint, This complex, albeit moving, Prominent connection, Holds a minute blemish Worthy of reflection. Contrast, yes there’s one, A distinction can be drawn, For you’re rarely right, While I’m never wrong!
Though by birth born in a caste predominantly of business class where Goddess Lakshmi loves to reside, He grew up in the company of sacred caste predominantly of learned class where Goddess Saraswathi would settle Right from his tender age
boiling black lace smooth as a cheese grater boats and dreams your neighbor’s dog clubbed to stillness by a load of bamboo poles a mercy fire on the water smoke of mankind a dark Van Gogh picture underworld unfurling from
To be lost in a world of crying confusion; bewilderment, fear and drug induced delusion. The world around you just comes and goes, drifting through fog and dense falling snow. Every beat of your heart sends a dizzying pulse of
Here… is absence of stained glass, glistening crosses, eternal sacrifice, No candles to reflect into, wine nor wafer passed, ornate altars, inspiring Psalms… All in distant cathedral. Naked truths speak to this heart.. embraced within whispering green forests, within sacred
The king made a fun of our poverty. Marble faced girls always thought, wearing black scarves – sweeping the floor of white mausoleum. You made a death a loving eternity. We die daily in the face of old shine. Who
As things material have to start somewhere, Like Big Bang or debris in empty space, Might we then ask if space began from where, The same with thoughts, and all, in every case? A god primordial would appall more minds,
Your Look concaves my retina… Truth… dripped from my Eye!… Each moment is moisturized by fractured fractals. Engaged in your disengagement in this residual stillness, my past Self… still spins inside an alabaster universe… Choice?… just an illusion in these
The beauty of thine essence is the one, which never to be compared to ye. As, thou art the miracle of this alluring nature. And thy is the beauty which exhibits thousand works of the superior lord. From whence I
Rodeo clowns we love them painted faces tempting fate running ragged the bulls that chase ’em keeping a cowgirl, cowboy safe poetry to them just don’t matter when you’re dodging horns and hooves rhyming words and crisp pentameter are for
He faded away into the crowds like a stranger you only feel Never know. She sat scarred Perhaps for life. What he took with him was irreplaceable. What she was left with was Mere wrinkles, Weak knees And no soul.
sky soon to be scarred with unknown. inner compass points daybreak so board at dusk exit lane takes you away from falling darkness. feasting on past sleeping dogs lie no longer now awake they gnaw on bones of not-dared. at