Tags Ships
Cut Me, PersephoneA Poem by AnnaSilver lightning under my skin,brass in my own spilled blood.Oh, cut me, Persephone.I have only godless lonely words that nobody wants,I read the gold.. |
A Ship, UnboundA Poem by Jesse W.Sailing on the windFloating through the dawn intoMysteries unknownNary a cloud nor strifeCast a shadow of a doubtOur hearts ever unboundDrifting throu.. |
Chapter 4A Chapter by S. WaldoThe bumpy ride along the River Thames lasted for a little over one mile. Their driver pulled the horses to a jolting halt and jumped down to open the .. |
Capter 5A Chapter by S. WaldoOn the opposite side of London, where the rich dwelled with their furs and jewels, expensive town homes and priceless carriages, was a tall, graceful .. |
Chapter 6A Chapter by S. WaldoAlong the first mile, Marie managed to steal the biggest item she had ever stole"a horse. A beautiful chestnut mare with a black mane and.. |
Chapter 7A Chapter by S. WaldoA cool, cloudless night had fallen and the Amor de Cofresi had been traveling at a steady pace. Henri stood solid at the helm, steering them silently .. |
They've Been FooledA Poem by S. WaldoThe ocean and all of its mysterious wonders is a constant in my mind--nothing says peace and tranquility than the sounds of the ocean |
The Sunken ShipA Poem by MitchI find sunken ships really creepy. Hopefully this will give a little description of how they make me feel. |
Port RoyalA Poem by Gerry LegisterThe haunted world under water |
A Lover at SeaA Poem by Abigail LatorenoThe thoughts of two lovers as they are apart |
ON THE SEAA Poem by QuickbeamBlue oceans deep, Brown masts tall, White sails breathe, Grey seagulls call. Silver fish swim, Glittering waves crash, B.. |
The PortA Poem by ROXANE DORSEYBy the sea tree roots seepsand gravel travelsshores feet exploreshalf moonsea creatures fight fooddangle an anglestrangers string friendssomething of .. |
A candle of LoveA Poem by Will NeillA poem about a man who finally finds true love after years of loneliness |
Love to LoveA Poem by Cass AsheWe love to love when the air is alive,encircling body and soul in a gustof something mind cannot contrive,and knowing that follow it we must,as forth .. |
S E T S A I L M A T E SA Poem by anthony blakeFLEET WEEK |