Boat Poems | Examples of Boat Poetry

madrid in springtime i have never seen madrid in the springtime i have never seen madrid at all does the sun rise differently in madrid than in san francisco on those rare city days when there is no fog nor wind to chase the clouds away i have seen morning in san francisco where lovers stroll hand in hand down meandering paths parting with the...

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Enrolling as a pirate is much harder than it seems, You’ll need to speak in present tense and chase your wildest dreams. Well, once you’ve trained a parrot and been measured for your hook, You have to plough through pages of the health and safety book. The pointed end’s the bow, whilst your rudder’s near the aft, Our crow’s...

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Young newlyweds on a love boat He mounted her like a wild goat The up and down motion Of the stormy ocean Meant super sex – it got their vote!...

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Steadily swimming She flashes a grin Doc in a boat Take's a note she won't surrender. She wants to win finds strength within. Worriedly Waiting, friend wishes she'd ask herself "why" and paces the French side. Hastily helping, she rises a moment to wave, before waves re-hide He feels pride inside Stand by the starlight, The watch boat is tossed Pain...

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In better days of better ways we chanced upon the mind Of great and grand adventure, of great and grand design To sail the open seas coursing near and far Uncharted in the ways, unguided by the stars At the mercy of the wind we vied the stormy seas To mount the raging crests and weather in the lees Onward ever...

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Daylight breath in my face like primrose blooming in spring sending fumes all over the place and I opened my mouth and gasp for breath I twist and turn a dozen times before I could drag myself out of bed but I made one final leap and toss the pillow in the street and break the sleep deficit...

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In April of nineteen twelve, a ship set sail so grand, A tale of wealth and power, a journey well-planned. Warnings were ignored, the ship sped through the night, Men on duty sleeping, Californian unaware of Titanic's plight. Steel and iron rivets, a mix of strength and flaw, A lie repeated often enough will often escape the law A plan, some...

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She sails where the bayou kisses the tide, a phantom queen with a mournful glide. The paddle churns, though no hands steer, and jazz floats faint on a breeze unclear. Her lanterns burn with a ghostly hue, casting gold on waters black and blue. No passengers board, no voices ring-- just whispers soft as a violin string. The captain’s hat is dust and...

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I promise to be true and I won’t allow anyone or anything to come between me and you, the stakes are too high and already we are soaring in the sky, I will reach the summit close to the sun and I will show you something that you have never seen before the day...

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3d music bot that makes hearts swoon Is what I’d leave melodies on the moon Notes that float fly and dance Or form pottery and art by hands Yellow notes would boast so happily Creating joy and hope as if laughing Floating souls like white water tranquility A kaleidoscope of colors moving dreams Notes that are heard with silver soul Like...

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Paddling on a swirling river. Her husband takes the right. His wife uses her powerful left hand. Oh, what a truly serene feeling. Gently gliding over the rippling water, As the moon mesmerises the sweet scene, Stars twinkle in the vast, darkening sunset sky. They paddle in a sing-song, singing off-key. One, two, kiss me sweet, kiss me soft. Moonlight dances on the rippling...

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A stranger, disguised as a breeze, kissed me on the cheek and slipped away. I floated, quiet as a whisper, down a stream of thought ...

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L On sail Never Enters the Breaker zone O | \ \ A | \ \ The tranquil sea surface ripples the boat dances delighted ...

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Down the river Far from the emptied swimming pools Far from skateboards Down the cold, foaming river Sitting, reclined in a floating rubber tire Skin tanned from summer sun T-shirt stained from farm work Dirt, mud, sticks, fire All muddle your shirts colors Your mouth full of smoke In your hand, a rolled paper smoke In your top coat pocket, three more stand Resting like bullets...

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origami folds become a vessel crafted suspect of high seas AP: 2nd place 2025 Posted on March 30, 2025...

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