Sail Poems - Poems about Sail

...Submerged in his fanciful palette of feigned perfection his fetid smile suffused through the cold laps of the sun. A lantern of ruffled acquiescence, a maquill......Read the rest...

... I endure my arrogance like a leftover twin absorbed during gestation, seeing myself in everything, not only the eyes that watch me back-rocking to flip my house right-side up. What’s le......Read the rest...

... In the dim-lit alley of the soul's bazaar, Were jazz and jive spill from ajar, We tap our feet, snap fingers, under stars, And speak in verses, raw and without pause. The city breathes, a liv......Read the rest...

...I never learned to sail, but here I am Daily buffeted by wind and waves. May never know how I got in this jam. I’ll end, I fear, in a watery grave. Look at me pretend to navigate Though I can’t ......Read the rest...

... A lovely day, the eighth of May, with sunshine and light breeze You could not tell, that all’s not well and we felt safe at ease A little blip, a video clip, showed damage way out we......Read the rest...

... Never have I used such a word as quill in my verbose verse, even when bleeding ink in nightmare night, nor when tripping light fantastic beyond fair golden sunsets; O' come sail......Read the rest...

...Oh mighty mistral winds Fill my sails and take me home This voyage never ends Over countless seas I roam On this ship I'm but a slave Still I struggle and I try I fight each giant wave As ......Read the rest...

... My longing for love was so lethal I swear on the lasting love I went looking for love everywhere… but found love nowhere. I was so woefully wounded I swear on severed spirit I went sea......Read the rest...

...Let’s go said the crow Not now said the cow But when said the hen Don’t know said the doe Hey look said the rook Big truck said the duck Go peep said the sheep Not me said the bee We’re the......Read the rest...

...The Raven and the Bard -Daniel Henry Rodgers The Raven's quill drips shades of blackest night, Its haunting words, a melody of fright. The Bard......Read the rest...

...The ottava rima stanza in English consists of eight iambic lines, usually iambic pentameters. Each stanza consists of three rhymes following the rhyme scheme a-b-a-b-a-b-c-c. The form is similar to t......Read the rest...

... Turmoil, turmoil and turmoil Not a day at peace Errors, slips, omissions ......Read the rest...

...For so long, I wondered my life ‘neath the palms A tropical climax to gild golden years Each breeze would embellish my thoughts in the sun ......Read the rest...

... take your thoughts stuff them into a non thing the thoughts and the nothingness breathed in and out expelled to travel permeate fabrics ......Read the rest...

...Holding myself not to fall apart, I’m chauffeured by Dawn’s cart, Each day with its fight, It’s a tenacious walk into light. A mysterious hand strives to reach for me, I sail on a turbulent se......Read the rest...