I sail this sea that has bequeathed my mind
upon this wooden door, still throughout time.
The lymerics and lyrics lap at my feet
as I reach for the note my fingertips meet.
“Within the pocket lies the unlocking key.”
I look in the hole and see only me.
Perhaps I’ll unleash this ocean someday
and share with the world a vast array.
Until then I’ll lay cold, alone in defeat
as the lymerics and lyrics lap at my feet.
Copyright ©: Margaret Marie Hubbard
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Корнилов – Суворов
- Death by Thomas Hood
- Give Me Back My Rags #4 by Vasko Popa
- Don’t Hang Up The Phone by Miraj Patel
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On A Noted Coxcomb: Capt. Wm. Roddirk, of Corbiston.
- Elegy for an Enemy by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Mr. Eliot’s Sunday Morning Service by T. S. Eliot
- Aboard at a Ship’s Helm. by Walt Whitman
- Sonnet 24: Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled by William Shakespeare
- Untitled #11 by Nijole Miliauskaite
- A Gravestone by William Allingham
- I’ve Lived To See Desire Vanish poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Happiness by Vishü Rita Krocha
- Николай Гумилев – Зараза
- Return Of The Heroes by Siegfried Sassoon
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
