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
- Николай Тихонов – Гулливер играет в карты
- Kyrenaikos
- Sonnet LIV by William Shakespeare
- On Receiving Heyne’s Virgil From Mr. Hayley by William Cowper
- La Belle Dame Sans Merci poem – John Keats poems
- Free the Holy Land — a poem about Palestine
- Tumi Sandhyar Meghamala – You Are A Cluster Of Clouds – Translation by Rabindranath Tagore
- Robert Burns: O Can Ye Labour Lea?:
- Violets Beauty Passing
- Lodged by Robert Frost
- On Carpaccio’s Picture: The Dream of St. Ursula poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Our Father’s Works by William Barnes
- Visiting a Dead Man on a Summer Day by Marge Piercy
- Apparition by William Ernest Henley
- Towards Understanding, Through Poetry
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