Hammocks Poems - Poems about Hammocks

...A Beach Scene Ocean waves Ocean breezes Turquoise seas Ninety degrees Coconut trees High tides Swinging hammocks Sky Juice Pink Sand Tidal pools Sea Shells Conch Shells Sand castles Sw......Read the rest...

...A patriotic bunting, hanging from a porch, black lines of a Model-T, back when we liked Ford, porcelain sign from the 30s, somehow ad and art, the fun and fear we got from tossing a lawn dart. Ri......Read the rest...

...We don’t put away our boots and coats. Here in Michigan. Instead, we close our eyes and feel a soft presence. We jerk awake, in our hammocks. To a dream of cold snow. But it was just a dandelion......Read the rest...

... All the long and lonely winter, hearts beckon with wishes for Spring. Chilled beneath a blanket of snow, deep dark and cold, echoes of a robin's warble and fleeting dreams of hazy mornings g......Read the rest...

...Old beds reinvent themselves, as archived hammocks for the distilling of sweat and foam. Sprung mattress’ sag like spavined camels, or twist days and nights together into sheets stuffed with m......Read the rest...

...Some days at sea are nothing but work. Heave out and trice up. The smoking lamp’s lit. All one can dream of are stable foundations, Roots in the soil, and walls made of stone. Some days at sea ......Read the rest...

...Treehouses, yurts, airstream trailers Ticket to utopia Velvet curtains, kaftans, capes Come with me Ladders, fire station pole, slides Promises promises Cushions, hammocks, vesper breezes Fo......Read the rest...

...Summer Sunshine Summer sunshine feels different from spring, Round – ripening and growing large – Laying still, sunbeams tickle leaves and sing - Seeing blueness across the sky enlarge. Summ......Read the rest...

...A splendid sample of the Lord’s design, the days from June until September gleam. Sweet summertime, you’re still a friend of mine. The summers of my youth were like a dream. I lived......Read the rest...

...The anchors I carry were a plethora of burdens I was never meant to carry always weighed down by my insecurities the snare of the fear of men the lust of my flesh the pride of my life and the......Read the rest...

...Swallows flying high above me in the early morning sun Catching their breakfast feast Reading the signs that Autumn has come Steadying their wings for an African flight A true act of nature Sp......Read the rest...

...There are simple pleasures in country things, Hayrides and harvesting in the epoch of fall. In the season when leaves fly with golden wings. Porches where folks strum on guitar strings, sharing......Read the rest...

...Sunday lazy day hammocks in the wind Monday snooze alarms the work week begins Tuesday the taco rage drinking too much gin Wednesday on camel back over the hump again Thursday Mighty Thors Day de......Read the rest...

...Tenacious ichor tells entire construction Divulges puerile battles during idle procedure Relic compiling spotlight show seduction Library ivory tower truth siphoning beseecher ......Read the rest...

...we poets are waiting for the moonset sitting on my balcony, evolutions shamans now wandering the beach we are solving every social ill while walking Blake's path of excess to some palace of wis......Read the rest...