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
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Дафнис подслушивает сов
- Savour Your Life by Ronald G. Auguste
- Олег Бундур – Ранним утром
- Эмиль Верхарн – Холод
- Lines on Curll poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Владимир Высоцкий – Странная сказка
- Adolescence II by Rita Dove
- The Welsh Marches poem – A. E. Housman
- A Sight in Camp. by Walt Whitman
- Альфред де Мюссе – Ива (Как придется мне покинуть свет)
- Николай Заболоцкий – Пир в доме Бомбеева
- Anthem For Good Fryday by William Strode
- “Advance – Come Forth From Thy Tyrolean Ground” by William Wordsworth
- When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly by Oliver Goldsmith
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня Билла Сиггера
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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).
