The Fire of Drift-wood (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
DEVEREUX FARM, NEAR MARBLEHEAD. We sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, Gave to the sea-breeze ...
Poems about lighthouse (29 Poems)
The Three Fishers (Charles Kingsley Poem)
1 Three fishers went sailing away to the west, 2 Away to the west as the sun went down; 3 ...
A Floodlight, a Strobe Light (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A floodlight, a strobe light a light in the window a search light, a flashlight a lighthouse shining in the ...
The Weight of the Starfish (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Called by the girls, to their shape starfish beyond the water's reach in the shrinking pools rocks drying in the ...
Casting the Starfish (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Into the sea, the starfish casting them back into the living waters giving them a chance, an opportunity a choice ...
People of the Waters (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Spiritual beings, on an earthly journey peoples of the waters, missionaries on the dry land finding those in pain those ...
Stars on the Beach (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Metaphors of our lives choices we each must make living in relationship people of the water the living waters of ...
At the Water’s Edge (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
At the water's edge the tides licking at the stones, the rocks, shells, the sand lessons of the sermon real, ...
Small Shells, Small Stones (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
At the high tide mark at the place between the tides small shells, small stones beach glass made smooth in ...
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 ...
Someone Inside (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The whelk shell, a potential treasure just about the tideline as the tide was going out heavier than to be ...
Venturing Out (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
calling me further venturing out into the ocean, deeper as if they had gone there before sisters together first time ...
In reverent mediation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A change in my gait, in my breathing walking on the rocks, on the beach in reverent mediation slowing my ...
The Weight of the Starfish (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Called by the girls, to their shape the starfish beyond the water's reach in the shrinking pools the rocks drying ...
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 ...
The Waves Sang Your Praise (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A sweet fragrance a rousing chorus the waves sang your praise crashing on the rocks just after the turn of ...
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 ...
The Floor (Russell Edson Poem)
The floor is something we must fight against. Whilst seemingly mere platform for the human stance, it is that place ...
Crater Face (Denise Duhamel Poem)
is what we called her. The story was that her father had thrown Drano at her which was probably true, ...
The Child and the Mariner (William Henry Davies Poem)
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
Long Point Light (Mark Doty Poem)
Long Pont's apparitional this warm spring morning, the strand a blur of sandy light, and the square white of the ...
Fog (Amy Clampitt Poem)
A vagueness comes over everything, as though proving color and contour alike dispensable: the lighthouse extinct, the islands' spruce-tips drunk ...
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
The Burglar Of Babylon (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
Seascape (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
This celestial seascape, with white herons got up as angels, flying high as they want and as far as they ...
A Song Of Despair (Pablo Neruda Poems)
The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea. Deserted ...
Leaning Into The Afternoons (Pablo Neruda Poems)
Leaning into the afternoons, I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes. There, in the highest blaze my solitude ...
The Steeple-Jack (Marianne Moore Poems)
Dürer would have seen a reason for living in a town like this, with eight stranded whales to look at; ...
A Florida Sunday. (Sidney Lanier Poems)
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas Oft come repenting tempests here to die; Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies, ...