The Rebel Scot (John Cleveland Poems)
How, Providence? and yet a Scottish crew?Then Madam Nature wears black patches too!What, shall our nation be in bondage thusUnto ...
Poems about barnacles (21 Poems)
The “Alice Jean” (Robert Graves Poems)
One moonlit night a ship drove in, A ghost ship from the west,Drifting with bare mast and lone tiller, Like a mermaid ...
Mother Carey (As told Me by the Bo’sun) (John Masefield Poems)
Mother Carey? She's the mother o' the witches'N' all them sort o' rips;She's a fine gell to look at, but ...
Charades (Charles Stuart Calverley Poems)
I.She stood at Greenwich, motionless amid The ever-shifting crowd of passengers.I marked a big tear quivering on the lid Of ...
Seven Twilights (Conrad Potter Aiken Poems)
I The ragged pilgrim, on the road to nowhere, Waits at the granite milestone. It grows dark. Willows lean by ...
Water (Robert Lowell Poem)
It was a Maine lobster town- each morning boatloads of hands pushed off for granite quarries on the islands, and ...
In the Tidepools (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the rocks, the ledge, the outcropping of the glacier below the cliffs, the lighthouse small tidepools bits of warming ...
Cupped in my hand (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Alive, moving in my hands the arms stretching, turning; already warmed, by the sun above a starfish, pulled from the ...
Foggy day on the ocean (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A foggy day on the ocean, my feet in the warm surf, feeling the water lapping, the movement of the ...
A Working Pier (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
a dock, a working pier out into the estuary the pull of the tides, swaying seaweed barnacles, algae, the smell ...
Hidden in the Tide Pools (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Whole complete worlds unaware of my own oblivious to my presence, unless I block the light living, between the tides, ...
Dollars in the Sand (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Head turned down to the sand sunburn to be, on the back of my neck looking for the little treasures ...
A World Came Alive (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The jetty changed, when the tide came in turned its course and headed out once more There were pools, caught ...
Wild Dreams Of A New Beginning (Lawrence Ferlinghetti Poem)
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples ...
Rhapsody on a Windy Night (T. S. Eliot Poem)
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
Long Long Ago (Robert Desnos Poem)
Long long ago I went through the castle of leaves Yellowing slowly in the moss And far away barnacles clung ...
Pan (Michael Burch Poem)
... Among the shadows of the groaning elms, amid the darkening oaks, we fled ourselves ... ... Once there were ...
The Fish (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
The Ballad Of Hank The Finn (Robert William Service Poems)
Now Fireman Flynn met Hank the Finn where lights of Lust-land glow; "Let's leave," says he, "the lousy sea, and ...
Berck-Plage (Sylvia Plath Poems)
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
The Fish (Marianne Moore Poems)
wade through black jade. Of the crow-blue mussel-shells, one keeps adjusting the ash-heaps; opening and shutting itself like an injured ...