81 Classic Sailing Poems That Will Get You to the Sea World

The sea has captivated the imagination of people throughout history, inspiring countless works of literature, music, and art.

One of the most enduring forms of expression that the sea has inspired is poetry. From the ancient Greeks to the modern day, poets have sought to capture the mystery, power, and beauty of the ocean in verse.

In this article, we will explore some classic sailing poems that will transport you to the world of the sea.

These poems capture the thrill of the open water, the vastness of the ocean, and the bravery of sailors who venture into its depths.

Whether you are an experienced sailor or simply a lover of poetry, these poems about sailing are sure to evoke the magic and wonder of the sea.

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Famous Sailing Poems

Throughout history, poets have been inspired by the sea and the art of sailing. In this category, we will explore some of the most famous poems about sailing, which have captured the essence of the seafaring life.

1. A Gray Day

       by Ruby Archer

A gray day, and the gulls are gone.

Visor of mist o’er the sun is drawn.

The cordage creaks and the sails all strain,

The deck is drenched with the rushing rain,

The waves leap strong at the struggling keel,

And the ship rides madly with plunge and reel.

But the sailors shout as they haul away,

And merrily sing, for its naught care they

For the wind that screams on the lee,

Or a gray day out at sea.

2. The Sailor’s Appeal

       by Lydia Howard Sigourney

Ye dwellers on the stable land,

Of danger what know ye,

Like us who brave the whelming surge,

Or trust the treacherous sea?

The fair trees shade you from the sun,

You see the harvests grow,

And breathe the fragrance of the breeze

When the first roses blow.

You slumber on your beds of down,

Close wrapp’d in chambers warm,

Lull’d only to a deeper dream

By the descending storm;

While high amid the slippery shroud

We make our midnight path,

And e’en the strongest mast is bow’d

Beneath the tempest’s wrath.

Yet still, what know ye of the joy

That lights our ocean-strife,

When on its way our gallant ship

Rides like a thing of life;

When gayly towards the wish’d-for port

With favouring wind we stand,

Or first your misty line descry,

Hills of our native land!

There’s deadly peril in our path

Beyond the wrecking blast,

A peril that may reach the soul

When life’s short voyage is past;

Send us your Bibles when we go

To dare the whelming wave,

Your men of prayer, to teach us how

To meet a watery grave.

And, Saviour! thou whose foot sublime

The foaming surge did tread,

Whose hand the rash disciple drew

From darkness and the dead,

Oh! be our Ark when floods descend,

When thunders shake the spheres,

Our Ararat when tempests end,

And the green earth appears.

3. A Sailor Bold

       by Annette Wynne

Sometimes I think I’d like to roam,

A sailor bold across the sea,

But how could Mother stay at home

And be so very far from me?

For who would sing my sleepy song,

And tuck me in my sailor bed,

And say God watches all night long,

And kiss me when my prayers are said?

I wonder if the sailor lad

Is very, very lonely when

The loud wind blows; and is he sad,

And does he long for home again?

So, after all, I would not roam,

Until I’m eight to seas afar,

While I am seven I’ll stay at home

Where Mother and her kisses are.

4. The Sailor’s Consolation

       by Charles Dibdin

One night came on a hurricane,

The sea was mountains rolling,

When Barney Buntline turned his quid,

And said to Billy Bowling:

“A strong norwester’s blowing, Bill;

Hark! Don’t ye hear it roar now?

Lord help ’em, how I pities all

unhappy folks on shore now!

“Foolhardy chaps who live in town,

What danger they are all in,

And now are quaking in their beds,

For fear the roof shall fall in;

Poor creatures, how they envy us,

And wish, as I’ve a notion,

For our good luck, in such a storm,

To be upon the ocean.

“But as for them who’re out all day,

On business from their houses,

And late at night are coming home,

To cheer the babes and spouses;

While you and I, Bill, on the deck,

Are comfortably lying,

My eyes! what tiles and chimney pots

About their heads are flying!

“And very often have we heard

How men are killed and undone

By overturns of carriages,

By thieves, and fires in London.

We know what risks all landsmen run,

From noblemen to tailors;

Then, Bill, let us thank Providence

That you and I are sailors.”

5. The Optimistic Skipper

       by Amos Russel Wells

The skipper of the Mary Ann, a jolly chap is he;

With jaunty jest and merriment he gayly sails the sea.

He knows no navigation and he missed his course a mile,

But said, “It doesn’t matter, so long as I can smile.”

He ran against an island, and he almost sank the ship—

“Well, never mind!” he brightly said, “we’ll have a cheerful trip.”

He did not see the gathering storm, but roared a sprightly song.

“O sailors, keep a-singing, and the way will not be long!”

The tempest blew him eastward and the tempest blew him west;

Whatever way he travelled, he liked that way the best.

He lost his course entirely, but he never lost his grin;

Said he, “The bark of laughter is the ship to travel in!”

And somewhere on the ocean, from the tropics to the pole,

The storms are still a-buffeting that optimistic soul.

He knows no navigation, but “What’s the odds?” asks he,

“So long as I am sailing on the top side of the sea?”

6. The Pilot Lost

       by Hannah Flagg Gould

Mariners! mariners, what will ye do?

The distant, fathomless deep ye’ve crossed.

Your rock-bound coast has risen to view;

And what will ye do? for your Pilot’s lost.

He, who had hastened through surge and foam,

And reef and shallow so freely passed,

To bring your ship with a welcome home,

Your faithful Pilot is gone at last!

His trusty boat has her trust betrayed!

Her master has done with the sail and oar.

And he, low under the waves is laid,

Who guided his thousands safe to shore.

He took his life in his friendly hand,

When venturing forth your lives to save.

To bring you again to your native land,

He hurried himself to a watery grave.

On earth’s broad bosom no verdant turf

Was marked for him in his final rest.

The deep green sea and her curling surf

Have pillowed his head and wrapped his breast!

The waves o’er which he would lightly skim,

When many a peril for you was run,

Are sounding a requiem over him,

And wailing the sorrowful deed they’ve done.

With the heart of a brother, an eagle’s eye,

And a pilot’s hand, when the heavens are dark,

And blast and billow are strong and high,

Who will now come to your wildered bark?

O, there is One, who the deep can smooth,

And hush the winds, who will still be nigh!

Listen! your trembling hearts he’ll soothe,

With ‘Mariners, be of good cheer—’t is I.’

Trust him while crossing life’s stormy sea.

In every peril he’ll lend you aid.

Your pilot through Jordan’s waves he’ll be.

Follow him closely and be not afraid!

7. The Mariner’s Dream

       by William Dimond

In slumbers of midnight the sailor boy lay;

His hammock swung loose at the sport of the wind;

But watch-worn and weary, his cares flew away,

And visions of happiness danced o’er his mind.

He dreamed of his home, of his dear native bowers,

And pleasures that waited on life’s merry morn;

While Memory each scene gayly covered with flowers,

And restored every rose, but secreted the thorn.

Then Fancy her magical pinions spread wide,

And bade the young dreamer in ecstasy rise;

Now, far, far behind him the green waters glide,

And the cot of his forefathers blesses his eyes.

The jessamine clambers in flowers o’er the thatch,

And the swallow chirps sweet from her nest in the wall;

All trembling with transport, he raises the latch,

And the voices of loved ones reply to his call.

A father bends o’er him with looks of delight;

His cheek is impearled with a mother’s warm tear;

And the lips of the boy in a love kiss unite

With the lips of the maid whom his bosom holds dear.

The heart of the sleeper beats high in his breast;

Joy quickens his pulses,—all his hardships seem o’er;

And a murmur of happiness steals through his rest,—

“O God! thou hast blest me,—I ask for no more.”

Ah! whence is that flame which now bursts on his eye?

Ah! what is that sound that now ‘larums his ear?

‘T is the lightning’s red glare painting hell on the sky!

‘T is the crashing of thunders, the groan of the sphere!

He springs from his hammock,—he flies to the deck;

Amazement confronts him with images dire;

Wild winds and mad waves drive the vessel a wreck;

The masts fly in splinters; the shrouds are on fire.

Like mountains the billows tremendously swell;

In vain the lost wretch calls on Mercy to save;

Unseen hands of spirits are ringing his knell,

And the death angel flaps his broad wings o’er the wave!

O sailor boy, woe to thy dream of delight!

In darkness dissolves the gay frostwork of bliss!

Where now is the picture that Fancy touched bright,—

Thy parents’ fond pressure, and love’s honeyed kiss?

O sailor boy! sailor boy! never again

Shall home, love, or kindred, thy wishes repay;

Unblessed and unhonored, down deep in the main,

Full many a fathom, thy frame shall decay.

No tomb shall e’er plead to remembrance for thee,

Or redeem form or fame from the merciless surge;

But the white foam of waves shall thy winding sheet be,

And winds in the midnight of winter thy dirge.

On a bed of green sea flowers thy limbs shall be laid,—

Around thy white bones the red coral shall grow;

Of thy fair yellow locks threads of amber be made,

And every part suit to thy mansion below.

Days, months, years, and ages shall circle away,

And still the vast waters above thee shall roll;

Earth loses thy pattern forever and aye;

O sailor boy! sailor boy! peace to thy soul!

8. A Sailor Ballad

       by Ruby Archer

Oh, tie your knot with a tug and twist,

And never a careless bend,

Look out for strands that you may have missed,

And never leave a loose end.

In law or love will the ruling hold:

If trouble away you’d fend,

Be careful ever, and often bold,

But never leave a loose end.

The lag or slip of a rope will give

A loop that you can’t defend.

You’ll hate yourself as long as you live—

Oh, never leave a loose end!

Some other fellow as quick as thought

Will do what you cannot mend—

Untie your luck or your true-love knot,—

So never leave a loose end.

9. The Old Sailor

       by Margaret E. Sangster

I’ve crossed the bar at last, mates,

My longest voyage is done;

And I can sit here, peaceful,

And watch th’ setting sun

A-smilin’ kind of glad like

Upon the waves so free.

My longest voyage is done, mates,

But oh, the heart of me,

Is out where sea meets skyline!

My longest voyage is done….

But—can I sit, in peace, mates,

And watch the settin’ sun?

For what’s a peaceful life, mates,

When every breeze so free,

When every gale a-blowin’,

Brings messages to me?

And is the sky so shinin’,

For all it’s golden sun,

To one who loves the sea, mates,

And knows his voyage is done?

And, can a year on land, mates,

Match with one day—at sea?

Ah, every wind a-singin’

Brings memory to me!

I’ve crossed the bar at last, mates,

My longest voyage is past,

And I must watch the sunset,

Must see it fade, at last.

My steps are not so light, mates,

As they were, years ago;

And sometimes, when I’m tired,

My head droops kind of low—

Yet, though I’m old and—weary,

The waves that dance so free,

Keep callin’ to my soul, mates,

And thrill the heart of me!

10. Captain Lean

       by Walter De la Mare

Out of the East a hurricane

Swept down on Captain Lean—

That mariner and gentleman

Will never again be seen.

He sailed his ship against the foes

Of his own country dear,

But now in the trough of the billows

An aimless course doth steer.

Powder was violets to his nostrils,

Sweet the din of the fighting-line,

Now he is flotsam on the seas,

And his bones are bleached with brine.

The stars move up along the sky,

The moon she shines so bright,

And in that solitude the foam

Sparkles unearthly white.

This is the tomb of Captain Lean,

Would a straiter please his soul?

I trow he sleeps in peace,

Howsoever the billows roll!

11. Sailing To-Night

       by Anonymous

There’s a ship on the sea. It is sailing to-night—

Sailing to-night;—

And father’s aboard, and the moon is all bright—

Shining and bright.

Dear Moon, he’ll be sailing for many a night—

Sailing from mother and me;

Oh, follow the ship with your silvery light,

As father sails over the sea!

12. The Sea-Boy

       by Lydia Sigourney

“Up the main-top-mast, ho!”

The storm was loud,

And the deep midnight muffled up her head,

Leaving no ray.

By the red binnacle,

I saw the sea-boy. His young cheek was pale,

And his lips trembled. But he dar’d not hear

That hoarse command repeated. So he sprang,

With slender foot amid the slippery shrouds.

He, oft by moonlight watch, had lur’d my car,

With everlasting stories of his home,

And of his mother. His fair brow told tales

Of household kisses, and of gentle hands

That bound it when it ached, and laid it down

On the soft pillow, with a curtaining care.

And he had sometimes spoken of the cheer

That waited him, when, wearied from his school,

At winter’s eve, he came. Then, he would pause,

For his high beating bosom threw a chain

O’er his proud lips, or else he would have sigh’d,

In deep remorse, for leaving such a home.

And he would haste away, and pace the deck,

More rapidly, as if to hide from me,

The gushing tear. I mark’d the inward strife

Unquestioning, save by a silent prayer

That the tear wrung so bitterly, might work

The sea-boy’s good, and wash away all trace

Of disobedience. Now, the same big tear

Hung like a pearl upon him, as he climb’d

And grappled to the mast.

I watch’d his toil,

With strange foreboding, till he seem’d a speck

Upon the ebon bosom of the cloud.

And I remember’d that he once had said,

“I fear I shall not see my home again:”

And sad the memory of those mournful words,

Dwelt with me, as he pass’d above my sight,

Into thick darkness.

The wild blast swept on.

The strong ship toss’d.

Shuddering, I heard a plunge,

A heavy plunge,—a gurgling ‘mid the wave.

I shouted to the crew. In vain! In vain!

The ship held on her way. And never more

Shall that poor, delicate sea-boy raise his head,

To do the bidding of those roughen’d men,

Whose home is on the sea.

And never more

May his fond mother strain him to her breast,

Weeping that hardship thus should bronze the brow,

To her so beautiful, nor the kind sire

Make glad by his forgiveness, the rash youth

Who wander’d from his home, to throw the wealth

Of his warm feelings on the faithless sea.

13. The Fisher’s Wife

       by Susan Rhyce Beckwith

Lonely, desponding—the gathering gloom

Slowly filling the quiet room—

Sits the fisher’s wife, with disheveled hair;—

What does she see in the darkness there?

Outside, the breakers, with sullen dash

Fling high their spray to the window-sash,

That, by the fitful gleams of the moonlight thrown,

Seems like prison-bars on her floor of stone.

On this same night, ten years before,

While the angry sea lashed the rock-bound shore,

She, anxiously watching, trimmed her light;—

And the waves were cold, and the moon was bright.

“Set the light, my lass, by the cottage door,”

Said the fisher that morn as he sought the shore;

“The moon will be up when I come to-night;

Her wake once crossed, I shall be all right.”

With earnest eye, since the waning day,

She had followed the moon in her upward way,

And her quivering wake on the midnight sea,

If there the looked-for boat might be.

‘Mong the rocks, where shadows so darksomely hide,

Where the sea-foam that wreathed them was gone with the tide

With tight’ning hands o’er the sickening heart,

With blanching cheek, and lips apart—

Like a statue she stood, so cold and white,

Searching, but vainly, into the night.

A tiny form with outstretched hands,

And pink feet glancing among the sands,

And a baby voice—”Mamma, mamma!”

But the merciless sea, shock after shock,

Assaulting the solid towering rock

With fearful echoes, re-echoing far,

Swallows the cry;

Did’st thou hear it not?

There’s a desolate heart and an empty cot.

And that little form, uncoffined and white,

Revealed by the gleams of the pale moonlight,

As pulseless it lay on the surf-washed shore,

Shall rest on her memory evermore.

‘Tis this she sees in that quiet room,

Where all is wrapped in the gathering gloom;

And alone—God help her! she sits apart,

With folded hands and a broken heart!

Short Sailing Poems

Sometimes, brevity is the soul of wit, and this is certainly true of sailing poetry. Here we have some sailing short poems, which distill the beauty and power of the sea into just a few lines.

1. Sailing Leaf

       by Madeleine Mclaughlin

a leaf falls

the water ripples

nature’s boat sails away

2. Bright Lavender Leaves

       by Gregory Golden

sharing the wind

sailing again

the bright

lavender leaves

3. Rapturous

       by Shane Cooper



Swooping low

Sailing on air


4. A Nature Haiky for Once

       by Anthony Souls

Leaves fall one by one

onto the shadowy pond

sailing in heaven

5. Rough Sailing

       by Robert Heemstra

the storms at sea

are nothing to see

are you feeling sick yet?

6. Cumulous Vessels

       by Raul Moreno

Armada of clouds,

Sailing across ocean skies:

Unknown horizons.

7. Ship

       by Jyoti Sonnet

The gigantic ship

sailing day and night to reach

A land far away

8. Twilight

       by Judy Konos

drifting over waves

sailing on a Sea of Joy

wish you could be here

9. On a Windy Day

       by Asif Andalib

On this windy day

Boatmen are sailing their boats

In the wild river!

10. Sailing Away

       by Chris Goombi

On the clear water,

A boat is floating away;

Its’ sails wave goodbye.

11. Summertime Fun

       by Anna M Shepard

Summertime schools out

Reunions barbeques friends

Sailing surfing fun

2. Sailing

       by Michelle Faulkner

Jaunty flags flying

Crisp blue and white sailboats

Launch in open seas

13. To the Clouds

       by Nadine Fababier

Pillows on the sky

Fading fast oh snowy clouds!

Like our lives…sailing

14. Leaving

       by Jacqueline Tuffnell

I watch the 

day leave

as I would


a ship

sailing out

to sea.

Funny Sailing Poems

Sailing can be a serious business, but it can also be a source of great humor and merriment. In this category, we will explore some funny sailing poems that celebrate the lighter side of life on the water.

1. Sailor Bill and the Pelican

       by John Williams

Sailor Bill decided to sail

Around the world where others had failed,

With him his trusted right hand man,

Cedric, the pelican.

Cedric would give him plenty of warning

When the seas looked like storming,

He’d flap his wings and do some squawking

Similar to as if the pelican was talking.

When there was no food on the table,

This smart bird was very able

To fly from the ship and catch some fish,

Then serve them up in sailor Bill’s dish.

Alas the pair were know well

At ports of call where the ocean swell,

They always seemed to be having fun,

Sailor Bill and his crew of one.

2. The Shipwrecked Sailor

       by Rudolph Rinaldi

The shipwrecked sailor

from the North

lands on land

between the seas

and sees

nothing but trees

the trees shade him from the sun

in the sky

the sky provides a medium

in which the birds

from the trees

can fly

and the birds

nested in the trees

on occasion

provide the sailor

birds to fry


the shipwrecked sailor

after his bird meal

and nap

still can’t fly

3. Sailor Boys

      by Rocky Swartzfager

The sailor boys all play fun games

It was cute to see them get dames.

Some would get a kiss,

While others would miss,

Not even getting their names.

4. Shore Life for Old Sailor

       by Jan Oskar Hansen

I found a sweet shop in the middle of nowhere, bought a box

Of Swiss chocolate took my sack of hay given to me by a kind

Farmer so I could make a mattress. Now I sleep on top of

The big kitchen table for fear of rats, with only a horse blanket

Between me and hard old oak. The candy seller’s daughter is

Getting married to her own image, a gilded mirror. Last night

I fell off the table dreamed I was back at sea and the ship was

Pitching and rolling; bet I gave the rats a fright.

I went to the wedding of the candy man’s daughter, it was

a sweet affair, colurful bonbons rained from the roof and

The priest looked as he was on a sugar rush, he cried when

She tenderly kissed the looking glass.

Things are looking up for me too, the farmer gave me another

Sack of hay and a rat catching terrier. I never made a mattress,

Gave the fodder to a starving mule. I sleep in a hammock and

It carries my dreams across many oceans.

5. Silly Sailor

       by Joanna Davis

Once a silly sailor,

sat upon a ship

Drank a barrel of rum;

thought he’d take a dip

Looked left and right.

then over starboard side

Saw a hump back whale

so he asked him for a ride

‘No!’ Said the whale,

I’ve far too much to do

to spend time wasting

with a sailor as silly as you!

6. Show Me the Funny – A Sailor Went to See See See

       by Sidney Beck

In Vladivostok, that’s a lot colder than Britain,

While my sub was in dock refittin’

After six months of sea-trials unremittin’,

I went to a burlesque show, of sailors befittin’.

In the crowds of fur-clad men sittin’,

I became a participant unwittin’

In a strangely familiar art-form, omittin’

No item of clothing and not quittin’.

She was one communist sex-kitten.

This girl unpeeled right down to her mitten:

Pink flesh was blue because it was frost-bitten –

Gave a new meaning to blue-movies yet unwritten.

All of a sudden I was smitten:

I saw her beauty was real fittin’

And thanks to stage lights she was well-litten.

It was my wife! – and her image was spittin’!

The last time I caught her, she promised she was quittin’!

7. Drunken Sailor

       by Vince Suzadail Jr.

I heard Congress was spending money like a drunken sailor

And I thought this was disrespectful

Congress spends like they are obsessed

For the future they’re neglectful

It’s disrespectful to drunken sailors

It is totally wrong what they say

Drunken sailors never spent

Assuming their grandchildren would pay

I was once a drunken sailor

And you know what’s really funny

I always stopped spending

Whenever I ran out of money

Congress are elitist bastards

So let this story be known

When drunken sailors spent that money

They only spent their own.

Congress has no conscience

Part of the political machines

They can spell Integrity

But they don’t know what it means

I’d rather be a drunken sailor

And spend only what I amass

Than to spend it like a congressman

And be a horse’s (OH!! You know what I mean)

Sailing Love Poems

The romance of sailing has inspired many poets to write about the love that can be found on the open sea. In this category, we will discover some poems about sailing and love.

1. When We Were Young

       by Daniel Turner

When we were young we loved our fairy tales

A frog could be a prince with just one kiss

Each cloud, a boat where dreamers could set sail

Imagination was the great abyss

Too soon we grew and lost our innocence

Found out that swords are never pulled from stones

That dreams come true but only with expense

And happy ever after’s come and gone

Yet some of us still wish upon a star

Believe that rainbows come with pots of gold

Reality is life for most comes hard

And love like water runs both hot and cold

Like you I wish that fairy tales came true

But grownups know they very seldom do

2. Where You Feel Near

       by Carolyn Devonshire

Beneath the gilded clouds, there is a place

Where day’s first rays light up a sea of gold

Surrounded by slim stalks that bow in grace

To worship as the gentle winds unfold

And on this canvas there’s also a boat

Its bottom covered by the last night’s rain

So full that it can barely stay afloat

Upon green wetland shores it will remain

Just as the love we shared made full our hearts

Sweet memories of smitten teens live here

Their movie spun in nature’s finest arts

I wait, I watch and sometimes you appear

Each day while you’re away, I journey here

For it’s the only place that you feel near

3. Missed the Boat

       by Elaine George

She sits in the old rocking chair

Threads of silver in her golden hair

Alone in the glow of candle light

She rocks so gently in the night

Outside the autumn leaves do fall

As shadows dance upon the wall

Crystal tears in eyes of china blue

Fall for the love she never knew

He came to shore that summer day

His schooner anchored in the bay

And with a glance her knees grew weak

She lost her voice and could not speak

For there he stood so tall and lean

The handsome man in all her dreams

And he broke her heart that summer day

When he said goodbye and sailed away

4. Sea Idyll

       by Leo Larry Amadore

In a world of conflict and scheming,

may I never awaken from dreaming

of someday being able to float

out — out in my own little boat —

out on a moon-lit bay

where tropical waters play

and a cooling breeze drifts by.

The salt sea air would be bracing —

would set my weary heart racing —

there on that moon-bright bay.

Only gulls overhead, as they fly, and I,

would hear, from the sandy shore,

the palms as they rustle.  I sigh —

oh — I never would ask for more

than to float on the nurturing sea —

only you, and the moon, there with me.

5. Reaching Deepest Oceans

      by Charmaine Chircop

My beloved

How far will I love you

As far as where moons immerse in deep seas

Beyond the edge of a tide’s crimson hue

Where your breath fills my sails with soft zephyr breeze

Lone I embark to our promised land

Across borders of secret pain

Under still stars,above drifting sand

 Through anchored shadows of rain

Oh foreign eyes, but never distant

Your arms ‘safe harbor of a long embrace

Two souls entwined, two hearts persistent

Beneath night’s sky, my lips outline your face

Water rise, water falls between shores and time

6. My Boat

       by Sunshine Smile

Love my name ~ but never take it

Feel my heart ~ but never crush it

Read my words ~ but never destroy them

Warm yourself in the sun ~ but share it with me

Listen for my sad song ~ comfort me

See my smile ~ laugh along with me

A poem from my soul ~ I will be happy to share

A thought taking birth

Eyes that see even in deep darkness

A human being

I travel in my little boat in the open sea ~ there’s room for you too

The whole world in front of our feet

Sunrise and sunset

An adventure ~ if you want

Together ~ always

7. I Can Only Wish

       by Mike Martin

I buried my boys today

Thirteen wasn’t bad enough

What a pain in my heart

It’s mine now, gone from them

They suffer no more

More than a hundred years

Barely seen half of that

I can only wish

Brothers to the very end

I can only wish

Love to take my boys out

Take them out all day

Take them to the running field

Run the while away

I can only wish

Love to buy my boat back

Buy it back all day

Wish I had my old boat

Wish I’d fish today

If I could only fish

8. Where I Want to Go

       by Daniel Turner

I’d love to buy a boat and sail the seas

Just loaf and let the string of life unwind

Drop anchor anytime or place I please

To visit every island I can find

I’d sail from cape to cape, from gulf to strait

Each bay and channel up and down each coast

My dog would be companion and first mate

Most likely, he’d be sleeping at his post

But every night we’d find a still lagoon

Perhaps we row ashore and build a fire

On first appearance, I’d harpoon the moon

And hold him hostage until we retired

A life at sea, beneath large wind filled sails

With peaceful friends, the dolphins, gulls and whales

9. Going to the Moon

      by Earl Graham

I’m going to the moon tonight

in a boat with big white sails

and you can come too if you want too

just the two of us

in a boat with big white sails

going to the moon

we’ll sit real close and huggle to keep warm

and I’ll sing for you if you want me too

10. A Love Note to My Dream Boat

       by Andrea Dietrich

come to me by night

when the world has gone to sleep

~in my bed I wait~

come blanket me with your love

rock me awake to passion.

11. Spiritual Warfare Begins

       by Liam Mcdaid

A sad state our government has become today

in this awful news that just pushes the boat out further

As our democracy for one protecting our children

Why it is even under attack beats me up inside moral grounds

this should not even be considered under the harshest circumstances

because it’s a humane act to love our little ones bless them with life

not kill them shows savages craving suffering judgemental fools

12. The Trinity Within

       by Anonymous

Self-discovery, a path beauteous

The table’s laid, everything’s ready made

When aligned with voice of conscience righteous

Bliss fills us as a consciousness upgrade

Ensconced in rapture thus, by day and night

Our attention is soon internalised

Wisdom downloads follow, clear is our sight

In timeless time, God within’s realised

Love, wisdom and power to co-create

The threefold flame of Christ within us glows

Soul presence celebrates at heaven’s gate

There’s no doubt, for we’re in the boat God rows

Oh hermit, know that we’re he, who we seek

God in-dwells within ~ let’s take a sneak peek

13. My Paper Boat

       by Abby Aaron

I used a double sheet of newspaper;

to fashion a toy vessel a paper barge with a sail.

Excited I took it to the small river;

runs near my home.

I placed it in the water;

much to my delight it floated.

I followed my creation.

As it sailed I couldn’t help thinking;

whatever floats your boat?

Sailing Death Poems

In this category, we will look at some poems about sailing and death, which explore the solemn and profound aspects of the seafaring life.

1. Sea Canes

       by Derek Walcott

Half my friends are dead.

I will make you new ones, said earth

No, give me them back, as they were, instead,

with faults and all, I cried.

Tonight I can snatch their talk

from the faint surf’s drone

through the canes, but I cannot walk

on the moonlit leaves of ocean

down that white road alone,

or float with the dreaming motion

of owls leaving earth’s load.

O earth, the number of friends you keep

exceeds those left to be loved.

The sea canes by the cliff flash green and silver;

they were the seraph lances of my faith,

but out of what is lost grows something stronger

that has the rational radiance of stone,

enduring moonlight, further than despair,

strong as the wind, that through dividing canes

brings those we love before us, as they were,

with faults and all, not nobler, just there.

2. The Cup of Ocean

       by Amos Russel Wells

What does the cup of ocean hold?

Glory of purple and glint of gold;

Tenderest greens and heavenly blue,

Shot with the sunlight through and through;

Wayward ripples that idly roam.

Tumbling breakers with gallant foam;

Sands and pebbles that chase and slide;

Mystic currents that softly glide;

Mighty spell of the ages old,

This does the cup of ocean hold.

What does the cup of ocean hear

To the lips of land folk everywhere?

Danger’s ominous, ghostly breath,

Battered forms of an awful death;

Howling tempests and bitter sleet,

Crash of the sea steeds’ terrible feet;

Ships a-quiver with fearful shock,

Anguish heaped on a savage rock;

Loss and turmoil and fatal snare,

This does the cup of ocean bear.

Look ye well to the ocean’s cup,

Ye who gladly on beauty sup.

Tarry long at the treacherous brink,

Gaze within e’er ye bend and drink.

3. I Am Standing Upon the Seashore

        by Henry Van Dyke

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,

spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts

for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.

I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck

of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then, someone at my side says, “There, she is gone”

Gone where?

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,

hull and spar as she was when she left my side.

And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me — not in her.

And, just at the moment when someone says, “There, she is gone,”

there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices

ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!”

And that is dying…

Death comes in its own time, in its own way.

Death is as unique as the individual experiencing it.

4. A Life on the Ocean Wave

       by Epes Sargent

A life on the ocean wave,

A home on the rolling deep,

Where the scattered waters rave,

And the winds their revels keep:

Like an eagle caged, I pine

On this dull, unchanging shore:

Oh! give me the flashing brine,

The spray and the tempest’s roar!

Once more on the deck I stand

Of my own swift-gliding craft:

Set sail! farewell to the land!

The gale follows fair abaft.

We shoot through the sparkling foam

Like an ocean bird set free;—

Like the ocean bird, our home

We’ll find far out on the sea.

The land is no longer in view,

The clouds have begun to frown;

But with a stout vessel and crew,

We’ll say, Let the storm come down!

And the song of our hearts shall be,

While the winds and the waters rave,

A home on the rolling sea!

A life on the ocean wave!

5. Sea-Fever

       by John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;

And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,

And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

6. And Death Shall Have no Dominion

       by Dylan Thomas

And death shall have no dominion.

Dead men naked they shall be one

With the man in the wind and the west moon;

When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,

They shall have stars at elbow and foot;

Though they go mad they shall be sane,

Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;

Though lovers be lost love shall not;

And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.

Under the windings of the sea

They lying long shall not die windily;

Twisting on racks when sinews give way,

Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;

Faith in their hands shall snap in two,

And the unicorn evils run them through;

Split all ends up they shan’t crack;

And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.

No more may gulls cry at their ears

Or waves break loud on the seashores;

Where blew a flower may a flower no more

Lift its head to the blows of the rain;

Though they be mad and dead as nails,

Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;

Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,

And death shall have no dominion.

7. At Melville’s Tomb

       by Hart Crane

Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledge

The dice of drowned men’s bones he saw bequeath

An embassy. Their numbers as he watched,

Beat on the dusty shore and were obscured.

And wrecks passed without sound of bells,

The calyx of death’s bounty giving back

A scattered chapter, livid hieroglyph,

The portent wound in corridors of shells.

Then in the circuit calm of one vast coil,

Its lashings charmed and malice reconciled,

Frosted eyes there were that lifted altars;

And silent answers crept across the stars.

Compass, quadrant and sextant contrive

No farther tides … High in the azure steeps

Monody shall not wake the mariner.

This fabulous shadow only the sea keeps.

8. Sea Calm

       by Langston Hughes

“How still, 

How strangely still

The water is today,

It is not good

For water

To be so still that way.”

Sailing Poems for Funerals

The seafaring life has a long and rich tradition of rituals and customs. Let’s, explore some sailing ship funeral poems to honor sailors who have passed away.

1. Bilbo’s Last Song

       by J.R.R. Tolkien

Day is ended, dim my eyes,

but journey long before me lies.

Farewell, friends! I hear the call.

The ship’s beside the stony wall.

Foam is white and waves are grey;

beyond the sunset leads my way.

Foam is salt, the wind is free;

I hear the rising of the Sea.

Farewell, friends! The sails are set,

the wind is east, the moorings fret.

Shadows long before me lie,

beneath the ever-bending sky,

but islands lie behind the Sun

that I shall raise ere all is done;

lands there are to west of West,

where night is quiet and sleep is rest.

Guided by the Lonely Star,

beyond the utmost harbour-bar,

I’ll find the heavens fair and free,

and beaches of the Starlit Sea.

Ship, my ship! I seek the West,

and fields and mountains ever blest.

Farewell to Middle-earth at last.

I see the Star above my mast!

2. Crossing the Bar

       by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,

And one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of the bar,

When I put out to sea.

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out the boundless deep

Turns again home!

Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!

And may there be no sadness of farewell,

When I embark.

For though from out our bourn of Time and Place

The flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face

When I have crossed the bar.

3. Gone From My Sight

       by Rev. Luther F. Beecher

I am standing upon the seashore.

A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.

She is an object of beauty and strength.

I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud

just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then someone at my side says, “There, she is gone.”

“Gone where?”

Gone from my sight. That is all.

She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side,

and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me, not in her.

And just at the moment when someone at my side says, “There, she is gone!”

there are other eyes watching her coming,

and there are other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!”

And that is dying.

4. Psalm 23

       by Anonymous

The Lord is my pilot, I shall not drift.

He guides me across the dark waters.

He steers me through deep channels.

He keeps my log.

Yea, though I sail ‘mid the thunders

and tempest of life,

I shall dread no anger, for He is with me;

His love and His care, shelter me.

He prepares a quiet harbour before me.

He anoints the waves with oil

My ship rides calmly.

Surely sunlight and starlight

shall guide me on the voyage I take,

And I will rest in the heaven’s port forever.

5. Sailor’s Rest

       by D.R. Block

When my sailing days are over,

And I sail the seas no more,

I shall build myself a refuge

By the ocean’s murmuring shore.

As I watch the foaming breakers

When the tide comes rushing in,

I will contemplate my lifetime

With its virtues and its sins.

Where the azure of the heavens

Meets the undulating blue,

Where the sweeping, soaring seagull

Flies its endless quest for food.

It is there that I would rest,

When my work on earth is done,

At the endless blue horizon

‘Neath the crimson, setting sun.

6. Some Time at Eve

       by Elizabeth Clark Hardy

Some time at eve when the tide is low,

I shall slip my mooring and sail away,

With no response to the friendly hail

Of kindred craft in the busy bay.

In the silent hush of the twilight pale,

When the night stoops down to embrace the day,

And the voices call in the waters’ flow-

Some time at eve when the tide is low,

I shall slip my mooring and sail away.

Through the purpling shadows that darkly trail

O’er the ebbing tide of the Unknown Sea,

I shall fare me away, with a dip of sail

And a ripple of waters to tell the tale

Of a lonely voyager, sailing away

To the Mystic Isles where at anchor lay

The crafts of those who have sailed before

O’er the Unknown Sea to the Unseen Shore.

A few who have watched me sail away

Will miss my craft from the busy bay;

Some friendly barks that were anchored near,

Some loving souls that my heart held dear,

In silent sorrow will drop a tear

But I shall have peacefully furled my sail

In mooring sheltered from storm and gale

And greet the friends who have sailed before

O’er the Unknown Sea to the Unknown Shore.

7. The Voyage

       by Christie Moore

I am a sailor, you’re my first mate,

We signed on together, we coupled our fate,

Hauled up our anchor, determined not to fail,

For the hearts treasure, together we set sail.

With no maps to guide us we steered our own course,

Rode out the storms when the winds were gale force,

Sat out the doldrums in patience and hope:

Working together we learned how to cope.

Life is an ocean and love is a boat,

In troubled water that keeps us afloat,

When we started the voyage, there was just me and you –

Now gathered round us, we have our own crew.

Together we’re in this relationship,

We built it with care to last the whole trip,

Our true destination’s not marked on any charts;

We’re navigating to the shores of the heart.

8. When the Last Hand Comes Aboard

       by Richard John Scarr

No more a watch to stand, Old Sailor.

For you are drifting on an ebbing tide.

Eight Bells has rung. Last dogwatch done.

Now a new berth awaits you on the other side.

Your ship is anchored in God’s Harbour.

And your ship mates, now of equal rank.

Are mustered on the deck to greet.

And Pipe as you ascend the Plank.

Her Boilers with full head of steam.

Cargo stowed and alley stored.

Just waiting to get underway.

When the last Hand comes aboard.

Look sharp! That Hand is you, Old Sailor.

And you’ll be sailing out on Heavenly Seas.

May the wind be ever at your back.

Fair weather, and God Speed!

Sailing Poems about Life

Sailing is not just a hobby or a profession, it is a way of life that can shape a person’s entire worldview. In this category, we will delve into some sailing poems about life.

1. Shores of Majesty

       by A.G. Paguican

A boat sails near a shore of crags and peaks,

A sight to thrill the heart and stir the soul,

The water’s gentle ebb and flow like mystic leaks,

That mark the passage of time’s endless roll.

The cliffs rise high, a fortress of stone,

Their ancient majesty and power on display,

The sailors feel so small, so alone,

As they navigate the treacherous bay.

2. A Bright Future

       by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Pretty sailboats glide in molten sun

toward a new gold horizon

3. The Last Voyage

       by Donald R Wolff

Standing in the harbor thinking this is The Last Voyage for me,

It’s a beautiful morning the sky is clear as far as the eye can see,

For some time, I’ve planned this trip I should already be home.

It’s with great sadness the time has come this trip I must sail alone,

The island people have been great everyone so kind.

I’m sure I’ll miss them I’ve got to get to Caroline,

Once I thought love would last forever, today everything’s gone.

Making The Last Voyage back to my mountain’s where I belong

The wind is filling the sail’s sea breeze on my face.

Good memories I will keep bad ones I’ll replace,

The sea has been a friend of mine since I don’t remember when.

Tonight, I’ll stand on deck with one last toast of bourbon and gin,

Sometime tomorrow I’ll will dock this boat at the Carolina shore.

I know it’s time for me to step aside no reason to sail anymore.

Deep in the forest is where I go to write it’s always been this way.

When I see and feel the sunny days, it will be a comfort to know I’m here to stay.

4. Sailing East

      by Donald R Wolff Jr

Sailing, sails set with a heading east

Leaving the land to be lost to me

And there she will cry

Not long is Goodbye

Home, is the water and sky

Living free

5. Forests of the North Sea

       by Hussein Dekmak

The moon hangs

In a sky of pale pink

Dipping slowly down

To kiss the tops

Of looming white figures

Rising from the sea

They reach for her

Hoping she might lift them

From their watery roots

Even the sea holds its breath

Waves calmed to mirror surface

Waiting for their reunion

Before the sun comes

To chase her from their sight

I stand alone on the deck

As my ship glides past

Knowing I bear witness

To a private moment

Yet being unable

To pull my gaze away

6. Sail-Boat

       by Anonymous

Dungeons, restless, protests,

sinking, dreaming, never redeeming,

Little irons bars separating me from those high ceilings.

Escape, escape, escape,

I must not, obey, sit still, feet ringing on the cement again,


Blues and golds, purples and dark oranges,

the ripple of clear water beneath the great beauty beheld,

God speaking to me in all his untarnished life.

The little bluebells that line the black cobblestones near the welcome sign,

the singing of the neighbor that forever follows,

the whispers of her inner mind.

Do I dare say I,

miss it?

Those fitful, flightless days alone?

Maybe, maybe, maybe,

hollow was better than pure stone.

I once belonged, belong?

But I did.

I grazed the warm spirits of the waters song,

bent over the rim to explore depth of that below.

On top of the world I thought,

but only on top of a boat.

Who knew the currency I had baited,

by doing one retched thing,

disastrous to my bone,

the marrow yielding shame of that one fatal blow.

Now here I am..

Hell, is that so fitting?

All I want back is,

my sailboat.

7. Dragon Sun Voyage

       by Anonymous

An orange dragon sun flames

above the starboard beam

in the crow’s nest a cloudless sky

clipper ship floats sapphire seas

through Viking channel trails

she drifts her goddess voyage

now in windless sails

The breath of Odin blows

upon the pearlescent deep

down below the mermaids sleep

dirges echo from Norman cliffs

while a crew of earth sons

sojourn to water’s glassy edges

silent stars row in lapis blue

as the flaming dragon dies

8. Waiting Boats

       by Jonathan Moya

Two boats nested close

to each other on the shore

wait for those to sail them out

the tide to feel their steady hand

the wind to love their back

to love them back

to turn with the wind and turn

them back to the waiting shore

9. Let Us Sail at Sunset

      by Anonymous

let us sail together at sunset

into a tangerine sky,

may we cast our sail together

on this journey you and I,

meet the sunrise again on a distant shore

sail the ocean’s highway as lovers evermore

10. Sailing Through Moonlight

       by Anonymous

Into your arms

the moon’s blood

pours silently

a silvered heart

caressing waves

with its beat

The blessings

of a warm wind

bring the scent

of an island

the breath of spices

and pilot whales,

baby squid

chasing plankton

trailing phosphor

in their wake

You are constant,

an enemy and friend

always indifferent,

eager to love or betray

to smile or to frown

at a moment’s notice

on your whim

And many times

I have witnessed

the depths of your rage

the bare savagery

of your soul

knowing you have no mind

for even the humblest

of all these creatures

here tonight

11. Look Honey the Dolphins Are Smiling

       by Anonymous

A few glasses of wine is all it takes

to get me thinking about

sail boats again

In the movies

the ocean is always so blue

with barely a cloud in the sky

the boats drift on by effortlessly

pretty sails set so clean and white

and wherever you look there are dolphins


Drinks never get spilled

the wind is always on time

and the sweetest girls in bikini bottoms

just love to do all the work

so you can lounge around on cushions

wearing a hat that makes you feel

more important than you are

as you smile graciously

with the dolphins

Sure there’ll be times

when the sea gets a sulk on

and isn’t refusing to cooperate

every woman’s right…

but that second refill makes me wonder

Maybe I’m not too old

to climb the mast

when something expensive falls off

Not too old

to scramble on deck

when the anchor drags

in the middle of the night

Not too old

to cheat death on the rocks

or rescue canoeists in distress

Not too old

to fight off pirates and smuggle a case or two

Not too old

for those sweetest girls in bikini bottoms

still making me smile

like a dolphin

Then I remember

steering from the womb of the mother of all storms

nothing to eat and no sleep for three nights straight

the banshee wind howling in my eyes

I have no choice but to pee inside my pants

and no amount of Hail Mary’s full of grace

ever makes that fear smell sweeter

The dolphins stopped smiling then

they’d all hurried home to hide

before the growlers could hunt me out

tossing my puny world upside down

and only because I was fool enough

plain crazy enough

to be there

But I know every storm has an end

and if you live or die

the sea won’t give a damn either way

I’m drinking to that now

before I check out the boats for sale along the quay   

trying just a bit harder

to celebrate

dry land

Sailing Poems That Rhyme

Now, we have gathered some of the most beautiful and evocative sailing poems that rhyme, each one a tribute to the timeless romance of life on the water.

1. As If the Sea Should Part

       by Emily Dickinson

“As if the Sea should part

And show a further Sea

And that—a further—and the Three

But a presumption be

Of Periods of Seas

Unvisited of Shores

Themselves the Verge of Seas to be

Eternity—is Those”

2. Rime of the Ancient Mariner

       by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

“It is an ancient Mariner,

And he stoppeth one of three.

‘By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,

Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?”

3. O Captain! My Captain

       by Walt Whitman

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,

The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,

For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here Captain! dear father!

This arm beneath your head!

It is some dream that on the deck,

You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,

The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,

From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;

Exult O shores, and ring O bells!

But I with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

4. Dover Beach

       by Matthew Arnold

“The sea is calm tonight.

The tide is full, the moon lies fair

Upon the straits; on the French coast the light

Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,

Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay….

Ah, love, let us be true

To one another! for the world, which seems

To lie before us like a land of dreams,

So various, so beautiful, so new,

Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;

And we are here as on a darkling plain

Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,

Where ignorant armies clash by night.”

5. Bon Voyage

       by Tina Barry

We’ve gathered on the dock. Mother wears a custom-made

suit, bold black and white checks, the skirt fitted tight. My

sister and I teeter beside her, two untethered buoys, dresses

buoyant in the breeze. With her hand shading her eyes, Mother

watches the ship, a sailing city crammed with waving couples

against a white, white exterior. Bon Voyage, Bon Voyage, we cry

to friends of Mother’s, the wife barely recognizable

beneath a veiled hat. Corks burst from champagne bottles;

shrieks as the bubbling liquid pours over hands and arms. The

ship departs with an exaggerated HONK. We huddle in the back

seat of the car. Let’s pretend we’re sleeping on the

ship’s deck chairs, we whisper, and imagine the evening

growing colder. Perhaps we’d cling together, our shivering

bodies wrapped in widely-striped towels. Two girls alone on a

boat, the water black and rushing past, lips salty.

6. Journey

       by Sara Barkat

The sails unfurl

the cries ring in the air,

the ship is on the waves of curls.

Ship rides o’er seas of pearl

while dragon rests in lair,

the sails unfurl.

Setting off to lands of kings and earls

the sailors eat some pears,

the ship is on the waves of curls.

One seaman’s known to love a girl

one boy climbs up a mount, on dare,

the sails unfurl.

7. Estrella

       by L.L. Barkat

Sometimes when the night comes on

and Venus rises bright over the river,

I think I can see a boat floating white

in the mist, and my heart opens

with a fainting motion, laying back

on its bed of flesh.

Oh, to see the boat, going its way

towards the great, unfathomable sea.

8. Surface Tension

       by Chelsea Rathburn

In the park, a pond aflame

with painted wooden boats

plucks us from our way

to someplace else. And though

the pond, when we draw close,

is less a pond than a low,

wide fountain, and the boats

elaborate miniatures,

toys rented by the hour

to girls in ruffles and boys

with serious faces,

we only like it more.

—How often, how needlessly,

we complicate pleasure

with the pursuit of pleasure.

So for an hour or so

we let the basin swell

sea-wide. We clamber on

the banks with the children

we are not, clapping with them

to see the sails. And when

that blue craft we’ve named ours

glides out too far for sticks

to call it back, how grateful

we are (though we know

there’s nothing really to lose)

for the breeze that we can’t feel

that sends it sailing home.

9. Photograph

       by Dave Malone

The family pontoon attempts

to usurp dominant contrast

though your twin brother sticks out

his chest like a gangster—

your father’s fedora

slopes too close to his nose.

Straight as the safety railing,

your older brother locks hands

on hips. He manages

a squint for the camera.

The boat blushes mimosa pink

to be upstaged by such a young girl

on a summer day meant for boating—

not the boasting of calves, thighs, shins,

white as cottonwood blossoms,

long as drooping pines spilling out

of timber trucks.

O those legs kill the middle,

crown themselves the dominant

and hold up the body

that’s grown into the body I love—

the same quizzical eyes

which quicken me

when the camera shutter


Final Thoughts

We hope this collection of sailing poems has transported you to a world of adventure, beauty, and romance on the water.

Whether you’re an experienced sailor or simply a lover of poetry, there’s something magical about the way these poems capture the spirit of the sea.

From the sound of the waves to the salty spray on your face, these poems bring to life the thrill and wonder of sailing.

So let us know in the comments which poems for sailing spoke to you the most, or share your own favorite sailing poem. And until next time, may the wind always be at your back and the sun always on your face.

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