#rowing - Hello Poetry

It was a beautiful day Although a bit cloudy Our boats skidded atop the river Our oars avoiding the green algae The wind blew through my hair The sun beat down my brow We told jokes at every break Our giggles filled the now In just the right weather We turned our shells across We paid no attention to what was behind The single's eyes darkened, the day is lost We smiles and laughed Oh no such thing We paddled much faster Here came the rain We docked real fast In record time And up! Our bow roared The storm was coming, on the clock's next chime We hurried to the house Just escaping the wet We watched the water stream down It's not over yet We ran back out Grabbing loose oars What a beautiful day Our muscles ached, we felt it in our cores

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Mar 1

Mar 1, 2026 at 5:47 PM UTC

Livingpoet

And up!

It was a beautiful day Although a bit cloudy Our boats skidded atop the river Our oars avoiding the green algae The wind blew through my hair The sun beat down my brow We told jokes at every break Our giggles filled the now In just the right weather We turned our shells across We paid no attention to what was behind The single's eyes darkened, the day is lost We smiles and laughed Oh no such thing We paddled much faster Here came the rain We docked real fast In record time And up! Our bow roared The storm was coming, on the clock's next chime We hurried to the house Just escaping the wet We watched the water stream down It's not over yet We ran back out Grabbing loose oars What a beautiful day Our muscles ached, we felt it in our cores

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Above and below, I go. To and fro, to and fro. I'll row my rowing boat To touch every jelly fish And kiss every sharks lips. Then I'll row, Far across the star filled sea To dance and bounce On a whales leather belly. And if he's hungry, Perhaps I'll let him take a Small bite out of me!

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May 27, 2019

May 27, 2019 at 7:31 PM UTC

chatant

Sea Faring

Above and below, I go. To and fro, to and fro. I'll row my rowing boat To touch every jelly fish And kiss every sharks lips. Then I'll row, Far across the star filled sea To dance and bounce On a whales leather belly. And if he's hungry, Perhaps I'll let him take a Small bite out of me!

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I hear the carve of oars, I see your palms enfold the wood, as shards of stars shred a black and glistening wave. I hear the carve of oars, the shore is breached, we reach dank granite stairs, climb a tower in moon gritty light. I hear the carve of oars, you speak, your turgid cheek blue-steel-gray, your gaze grates, my salt raged eyes summon waves and stars. I hear the carve of oars, waves rattle a candle's flame, chill the bed frame, the wet stony room –– the door closes, it scrapes. I hear the carve of oars. I know your lurching gate, the clank as oar lock’s turn. You slip the shore. I hear the carve of oars Copyright © 2002 Gary Brocks

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Aug 28, 2018

Aug 28, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC

gary-brocks

A DREAM OF MY FATHER

I hear the carve of oars, I see your palms enfold the wood, as shards of stars shred a black and glistening wave. I hear the carve of oars, the shore is breached, we reach dank granite stairs, climb a tower in moon gritty light. I hear the carve of oars, you speak, your turgid cheek blue-steel-gray, your gaze grates, my salt raged eyes summon waves and stars. I hear the carve of oars, waves rattle a candle's flame, chill the bed frame, the wet stony room –– the door closes, it scrapes. I hear the carve of oars. I know your lurching gate, the clank as oar lock’s turn. You slip the shore. I hear the carve of oars Copyright © 2002 Gary Brocks

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HALF! HALF! THREE-QUARTERS! LENGHTEN! FULL! The coxswain roars at the start of the race Telling us to pry and to pull And not to slow from race pace Speeding through the 750 meter mark About to pass the other boat Going underneath the second arc Passing the cruise with a single quote The coxswain saying "within you you have the power to win" We have passed the other team But we keep on going with strokes as sensuous as a violin To us this is a dream We have finally taken the lead!

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Apr 17, 2015

Apr 17, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC

sar-b

The Race

HALF! HALF! THREE-QUARTERS! LENGHTEN! FULL! The coxswain roars at the start of the race Telling us to pry and to pull And not to slow from race pace Speeding through the 750 meter mark About to pass the other boat Going underneath the second arc Passing the cruise with a single quote The coxswain saying "within you you have the power to win" We have passed the other team But we keep on going with strokes as sensuous as a violin To us this is a dream We have finally taken the lead!

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I think I'm finally In a place Where being so sore That walking up A flight of Thirteen stairs Makes my legs burn Feels good to me. They say I'm getting stronger. I think they're right.

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Nov 26, 2013

Nov 26, 2013 at 9:04 PM UTC

emily-tyler

Winter Conditioning

I think I'm finally In a place Where being so sore That walking up A flight of Thirteen stairs Makes my legs burn Feels good to me. They say I'm getting stronger. I think they're right.

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