At The End Of The Pier Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE
At The End Of The Pier
At the end of the pier I watched the gulls fly
So far up above in the beautiful sky,
And there where I stood I watched dreams passing by
And I tried to catch one in my hand.
At the end of the pier I watched the ships sail
I felt so alone as I leant on the rail,
The hazy horizon was pallid and pale,
And my heart remained there on the land.
At the end of the pier I watched the seashore
Like hope waves were rising then falling once more,
As sunlight did shine and the strong winds did roar
I just saw them all crash on the sand.
At the end of the pier I waited for you
The waters before me were so clear and blue,
But as I looked out on this wonderful view
I did cling to my love by a strand.
I was standing on the end of the pier also, Andrew with this wonderful descriptive piece. Love the layout of each verse and its linking. Very well composed. Excellent. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
mind at the desperate end- pier- finds hopes crashing despite promising sunshine and roaring cheers of wind...remains emotionally fatigued...but once the clear blue waters instill the loving thoughts of the soul mate, well...life is still worth a wait, the poet decides...romantic write associated with nature's beauty...well done, Andrew...10
You are a wonderful guy and you share much of worth with the poetry world Love duncan X
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I was standing on the end of the pier, is my favorite line, so much emotion you have potrayed here... Very tender you have led the reader to want to touch your shoulder, and say, I understand....... Bonnie