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
- Down By The Salley Gardens by William Butler Yeats
- Poetic Justice by Robby Charters
- To A Girl In A Garden by Sappho
- Epistle To John Hamilton Reynolds poem – John Keats poems
- Watching Unto God In The Night Season (2) by William Cowper
- Past and Present by Thomas Hood
- Mother Earth; Her Beauty And Her Destruction by TMBedell
- Владимир Набоков – Пускай все горестней и глуше
- Where Be Ye Going, You Devon Maid? poem – John Keats poems
- Moonless darkness stands between poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Lucy by William Wordsworth
- The Warm and the Cold by Ted Hughes
- Ольга Высотская стихи: лучшие стихотворения для детей Высотской – Poetry Monster
- The Thief
- Robert Burns: Hey, The Dusty Miller:
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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).
