I live beside the harbor whic his full of boats. The seagulls peck at the bread which is left on the corners of the boat’s hull. The harbor is a delightful place for a picninc with family or with friends, and if you are having a party, be sure to visit here! The Cola is free and the rice krispies are entirely forseeable.
I don’t harbor any resentment towards my parents. I really think they were doing the best they could with the skills they had. I’ve recently realized that there were some important things missing from my childhood; I just didn’t notice since everything seemed normal to me. I didn’t know any different. I see friends that do things differently, but I think they’re the abnormal ones not me.
my main memory of a harbour was on a sailing holiday a couiple of years ago
and me and thie girl sat talking about everything,
she was a year younger and we were so similar we could have been sisters.
we sat with our toes brushing agains tthe dark tar in the sea and comtemplated the emtpyness of sea and sky and the purity of the uncommital, unchained boats that could go whereever.
we were so similar it was odd, especially as it was the firs tnight i talked to her and she revealed she was anorexic. i nearly cried in that harbour…
where we stand.
watching the boats come in,
drifting in to mine or yours like corks from the second bottle of wine left hanging around our heels.
Where the night fell down like a heavy cloak
Where the time passed like a roaring motorbike
Where we, the watchers, sat for hours,
absorbing the world
and the stars
and that second bottle of red wine that was left hanging around our heels.
and where i seemed to think you could be my harbor.
but the time kept ticking, the boats kept drifting and i was proved that if you hang on too long, even that second bottle of red wine rolls into the liqour sea.
I know that a harbor is a place where boats hang out, and people take the ships in and out of there to go to the ocean and to do very different things. fishing, boating, playing, anything can be done because of the use of harbors. Harbor starts with the letter “H” and is a very basic yet unique word. I dont know a whole ton about harbors, seeing as I live in idaho and have only been to the beach a few times.
i think of when i went to seattle for my uncle’s wedding. it was beautiful. and we didn’t experience that much rain. seattle is one of those places that i would love to visit every so often, but not live there. but, it’s truly beautiful. If you haven’t been there, you should go :o)
The harbor was deep, deeper than you would have thought possible. It was side, too; as wide as lake Champlain on a clear day. It was peppered with masts of all sizes, complete with the coming and going of a small village.
its a thing that boats are in, rather strange actually, arbor is a gathering of trees, perhaps this is related to the fact that early boats were made of wood? That’s be quite odd, and not unexpected. Reaching the harbor was my freshmen retreat theme, it was rather lame.
as i watch the boats i think about what she has infected me with
her stare
the way she passes by and i replay it in my head
what she causes me to feel
how i wish i have impact
hey you. i was at a harbour once and i saw a schooner in the distance with no name. i was curious to know about it. i asked tthe bearded sailor next to me if he had any idea. he said ” no but i do have a light?” this was a strange place first polar bears now this. the harbour was dull at this time, no people, no life. even the cranes far out in the ocean had stopped working.
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Standing at the harbor, I see the endless horizon, an empty sky, a meaningless crystal surface of the water. What lies beneath my own reflection? What lies beneath what I can already see? Nothing but a clear, translucent, emptiness. The compulsion to dive in, jump off the harbor, was so strong. So strong. But I couldn’t just pry myself off.
im trying to harbor an idea. the idea is difficult to comprehend. I see it. but its not there. i would like for it to be an idea of a harbor while on vacation. but its an idea of work. im at work. not on vacation.
We used to go for a walk in this harbor. It was the place where we met, first kissed and first made love. It was the place where you proposed and where I agreeed to marry you. Undfortunately this harbor was also the place where you died… It’s now the place where I go when I want to talk to you…
water front; lisa lived in an apartment on the harbor, but that is not how you spell it here in canada – we have a u. how un-U-sual! (i’m talking about harbour, just to be clear) harbourfront cruises are a fun place to get drunk and dance the night away but mostly for old people.
The harbor in Italy was beautiful. The sea was bright blue or green, not like the somber gray at home. The boats rocked carelessly, bells clanging, sails billowing in the wind. Tiny purple jellyfish swam just below the surface of the water.
it is on the sea coast. can be really pleaasant to walk on it. but at times it can be fuked up. with all the fishes n the smell n shit. whatever said and done the place can be good for soothing ur nerves. though not as good as beaches, harbors can be really packed with activities. that can kill their effect to a certain extent. the carribean is the best place for enjoying the beauty of a harbour.
There’s a harbor in my hometown and a harbor here in St. John’s. It sticks a shit load, because of well… shit… lots of it. The water’s kind of greenish-purpleish all the time for some reason. On any warm day with the wind blowing inland: shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit
why do people harbor so many feelings from others? relationships can only go deeper with honesty, sorting out disputes, getting messy. there is an ocean of opportunity out there to dive into. just let go….
A cold bistery day, with rain beating down on the sidewalk gave Julia a start. The harbor was just around the corner from the coffee shop she was currently
safe haven, a place to ride out life’s sudden storms. You can’t be afraid of the wind, and never let your hand relax on the tiller. But sometimes it feels great to not be out in the weather for a while.
Pearl harbour is a place where Americans got a surprise attack during World War II from the Japanese. This triggered USA’s entrance in the war and it hurt American pride. It was a tragic event as many innocent died. Some say that Japan was provoqued.
she still harbors ill feelings towards him, thorns digging deep into her heart; if only she could just let it all go instead of letting him have such a huge chunk of her soul; why did he have to break my heart? she asks, tears streaming down her face; why did he let me go, let our love go
I don’t harbour any ill feelings
Really I don’t
Holding safe warm spots
sheltered from the winds
and buffetting storms
built up around me
the high stone walls
are beckoning arms
not obstructions
to me
safe harbour for my kitten is curled at my side
for me, it’s a pillow and a warm blanket
near a good book
really safe is a little scotch too
so that I can hear the echoes of stories told of old
by others in their safe habours
As busy as it may become
As self-aggrandizing and ostentatious
it is still a harbour
arms stretched
welcoming the weary
protecting the weak
creating gentle waves
to lull our fears
and bring us
to a place of confidence and joy
Gratitude we have for the harbours of old
for the new corners of the universe
where we may breath and not count the ions moved
where we may smile and not explain
where tears simply draw lines on our faces
and do not reveal more than we want
standing in a harbour is a special experience
cossetted, held in, yet its firm soil
makes a great take-off zone
for flights of life
for the climbing of mountains
the besting of the challenge
for testing one’s mettle
then again
the same spot makes a fine landing pad
where cuts and bruises heal
where fears dare not tread in the light
where
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is a place where people can meet and talk and have fun. Ships sometime stall there for even more happy good fun time. Beside of which, harbor spelled backwards is robrah, which can be many funny things I think. Fun things am fun. and when funny things and fun then even more fun is to be had there! On another note, I should mention that my time is running out, PS HEAR MY OUT THERE WORLD, THE TIME HAS COME, IT IS TIME TO CONCEDE THE WORLD FOR WHAT IT IS. BE READY.
A harbor or harbour (see spelling differences), or haven, is a place where ships may shelter from the weather or are stored. Harbors can be man-made or natural. A man-made harbor will have sea walls or breakwaters and may require dredging. A natural harbor is surrounded on most sides by land.
A place full of commotion, there are always people on there way there and on there way to leave there. An exciting place. Boats are all around. All kinds of people, all kinds of stories. Stories are being told from sailor to sailor. They love the harbor.
The boat sat in the harbor among the other vessels and water creatures and, of course, the discarded morsels of garbage left by the uncaring, self-absorbed boat owners. Is it too much to put it in a trash can?
I looked across the harbor at the sunrise over the oceanliners and fishing vessels. The harbor had just awoken. The fish were still sleeping beneath its undulating blankets. Ships cut through its clear.
I go to the harbor at around 6 a.m. in that morning. i saw colin on the road, and he was on his knees kissing Mr. Woods all over his legs. I saw a little further down the road antone smelling like death and he was rolling in a vat of animal grease. I stoped, and stared in disbelief as i felt nasuated.
sailing ships are moving quickly across the water, It’s summer and Maria and I are eating ice cream. The Viking Ship Museum glints in the light and we wonder whether Mads is watching us through his bedroom window. Too late for early goodbyes, and too soon for late hellos.
The harbor is scary to me. I see the boats floating on the water without any people around. They are lurking. It’s worse at night when the water is dark. Even in the summer it looks cold. I always wonder what is lurking below. Do people live on those boats?
I live beside the harbor whic his full of boats. The seagulls peck at the bread which is left on the corners of the boat’s hull. The harbor is a delightful place for a picninc with family or with friends, and if you are having a party, be sure to visit here! The Cola is free and the rice krispies are entirely forseeable.
I don’t harbor any resentment towards my parents. I really think they were doing the best they could with the skills they had. I’ve recently realized that there were some important things missing from my childhood; I just didn’t notice since everything seemed normal to me. I didn’t know any different. I see friends that do things differently, but I think they’re the abnormal ones not me.
A place with boats and fish. Very swimmy. Full of water. Fish too. I almost drowned in one once.
my main memory of a harbour was on a sailing holiday a couiple of years ago
and me and thie girl sat talking about everything,
she was a year younger and we were so similar we could have been sisters.
we sat with our toes brushing agains tthe dark tar in the sea and comtemplated the emtpyness of sea and sky and the purity of the uncommital, unchained boats that could go whereever.
we were so similar it was odd, especially as it was the firs tnight i talked to her and she revealed she was anorexic. i nearly cried in that harbour…
where we stand.
watching the boats come in,
drifting in to mine or yours like corks from the second bottle of wine left hanging around our heels.
Where the night fell down like a heavy cloak
Where the time passed like a roaring motorbike
Where we, the watchers, sat for hours,
absorbing the world
and the stars
and that second bottle of red wine that was left hanging around our heels.
and where i seemed to think you could be my harbor.
but the time kept ticking, the boats kept drifting and i was proved that if you hang on too long, even that second bottle of red wine rolls into the liqour sea.
I know that a harbor is a place where boats hang out, and people take the ships in and out of there to go to the ocean and to do very different things. fishing, boating, playing, anything can be done because of the use of harbors. Harbor starts with the letter “H” and is a very basic yet unique word. I dont know a whole ton about harbors, seeing as I live in idaho and have only been to the beach a few times.
preppy, mucous on boats, overcast or sunny skies, light wind, parka, sodas in a cooler, white sails, cubed?? rowing, rippling water, chilly mornings,
i think of when i went to seattle for my uncle’s wedding. it was beautiful. and we didn’t experience that much rain. seattle is one of those places that i would love to visit every so often, but not live there. but, it’s truly beautiful. If you haven’t been there, you should go :o)
The harbor was deep, deeper than you would have thought possible. It was side, too; as wide as lake Champlain on a clear day. It was peppered with masts of all sizes, complete with the coming and going of a small village.
its a thing that boats are in, rather strange actually, arbor is a gathering of trees, perhaps this is related to the fact that early boats were made of wood? That’s be quite odd, and not unexpected. Reaching the harbor was my freshmen retreat theme, it was rather lame.
a place where ships dock
to contain something. like harboring emotion.
as i watch the boats i think about what she has infected me with
her stare
the way she passes by and i replay it in my head
what she causes me to feel
how i wish i have impact
hey you. i was at a harbour once and i saw a schooner in the distance with no name. i was curious to know about it. i asked tthe bearded sailor next to me if he had any idea. he said ” no but i do have a light?” this was a strange place first polar bears now this. the harbour was dull at this time, no people, no life. even the cranes far out in the ocean had stopped working.
=
Standing at the harbor, I see the endless horizon, an empty sky, a meaningless crystal surface of the water. What lies beneath my own reflection? What lies beneath what I can already see? Nothing but a clear, translucent, emptiness. The compulsion to dive in, jump off the harbor, was so strong. So strong. But I couldn’t just pry myself off.
im trying to harbor an idea. the idea is difficult to comprehend. I see it. but its not there. i would like for it to be an idea of a harbor while on vacation. but its an idea of work. im at work. not on vacation.
We used to go for a walk in this harbor. It was the place where we met, first kissed and first made love. It was the place where you proposed and where I agreeed to marry you. Undfortunately this harbor was also the place where you died… It’s now the place where I go when I want to talk to you…
water front; lisa lived in an apartment on the harbor, but that is not how you spell it here in canada – we have a u. how un-U-sual! (i’m talking about harbour, just to be clear) harbourfront cruises are a fun place to get drunk and dance the night away but mostly for old people.
The harbor in Italy was beautiful. The sea was bright blue or green, not like the somber gray at home. The boats rocked carelessly, bells clanging, sails billowing in the wind. Tiny purple jellyfish swam just below the surface of the water.
He stood there waiting for her, waving, but not crying. Because ever since The Lion King, nothing else can make him shed a tear.
it is on the sea coast. can be really pleaasant to walk on it. but at times it can be fuked up. with all the fishes n the smell n shit. whatever said and done the place can be good for soothing ur nerves. though not as good as beaches, harbors can be really packed with activities. that can kill their effect to a certain extent. the carribean is the best place for enjoying the beauty of a harbour.
We stood silently. Waiting. Just waiting. It had always been like this since…since then. The harbour was now a place of fear. None went near it these
There’s a harbor in my hometown and a harbor here in St. John’s. It sticks a shit load, because of well… shit… lots of it. The water’s kind of greenish-purpleish all the time for some reason. On any warm day with the wind blowing inland: shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit
And then your voice anchored me home. The safest harbor. The only one I ever needed to know.
why do people harbor so many feelings from others? relationships can only go deeper with honesty, sorting out disputes, getting messy. there is an ocean of opportunity out there to dive into. just let go….
coast.
sea.
fishermen.
sailboats.
waves crashing.
calm.
blue.
wind.
seagulls.
sand.
bare feet.
rocks.
white dress.
clouds.
A cold bistery day, with rain beating down on the sidewalk gave Julia a start. The harbor was just around the corner from the coffee shop she was currently
safe haven, a place to ride out life’s sudden storms. You can’t be afraid of the wind, and never let your hand relax on the tiller. But sometimes it feels great to not be out in the weather for a while.
Pearl harbour is a place where Americans got a surprise attack during World War II from the Japanese. This triggered USA’s entrance in the war and it hurt American pride. It was a tragic event as many innocent died. Some say that Japan was provoqued.
she still harbors ill feelings towards him, thorns digging deep into her heart; if only she could just let it all go instead of letting him have such a huge chunk of her soul; why did he have to break my heart? she asks, tears streaming down her face; why did he let me go, let our love go
I don’t harbour any ill feelings
Really I don’t
Holding safe warm spots
sheltered from the winds
and buffetting storms
built up around me
the high stone walls
are beckoning arms
not obstructions
to me
safe harbour for my kitten is curled at my side
for me, it’s a pillow and a warm blanket
near a good book
really safe is a little scotch too
so that I can hear the echoes of stories told of old
by others in their safe habours
As busy as it may become
As self-aggrandizing and ostentatious
it is still a harbour
arms stretched
welcoming the weary
protecting the weak
creating gentle waves
to lull our fears
and bring us
to a place of confidence and joy
Gratitude we have for the harbours of old
for the new corners of the universe
where we may breath and not count the ions moved
where we may smile and not explain
where tears simply draw lines on our faces
and do not reveal more than we want
standing in a harbour is a special experience
cossetted, held in, yet its firm soil
makes a great take-off zone
for flights of life
for the climbing of mountains
the besting of the challenge
for testing one’s mettle
then again
the same spot makes a fine landing pad
where cuts and bruises heal
where fears dare not tread in the light
where
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by the sea
ships come in everyday
standing at the edge looking at the horizon
away from the troubled water.
is a place where people can meet and talk and have fun. Ships sometime stall there for even more happy good fun time. Beside of which, harbor spelled backwards is robrah, which can be many funny things I think. Fun things am fun. and when funny things and fun then even more fun is to be had there! On another note, I should mention that my time is running out, PS HEAR MY OUT THERE WORLD, THE TIME HAS COME, IT IS TIME TO CONCEDE THE WORLD FOR WHAT IT IS. BE READY.
A harbor or harbour (see spelling differences), or haven, is a place where ships may shelter from the weather or are stored. Harbors can be man-made or natural. A man-made harbor will have sea walls or breakwaters and may require dredging. A natural harbor is surrounded on most sides by land.
harbor…a place of safety and refuge from the storm. did he still harbor those feelings of ill-will toward his brother? she wondered.
A place full of commotion, there are always people on there way there and on there way to leave there. An exciting place. Boats are all around. All kinds of people, all kinds of stories. Stories are being told from sailor to sailor. They love the harbor.
The boat sat in the harbor among the other vessels and water creatures and, of course, the discarded morsels of garbage left by the uncaring, self-absorbed boat owners. Is it too much to put it in a trash can?
I looked across the harbor at the sunrise over the oceanliners and fishing vessels. The harbor had just awoken. The fish were still sleeping beneath its undulating blankets. Ships cut through its clear.
I go to the harbor at around 6 a.m. in that morning. i saw colin on the road, and he was on his knees kissing Mr. Woods all over his legs. I saw a little further down the road antone smelling like death and he was rolling in a vat of animal grease. I stoped, and stared in disbelief as i felt nasuated.
sailing ships are moving quickly across the water, It’s summer and Maria and I are eating ice cream. The Viking Ship Museum glints in the light and we wonder whether Mads is watching us through his bedroom window. Too late for early goodbyes, and too soon for late hellos.
The harbor is scary to me. I see the boats floating on the water without any people around. They are lurking. It’s worse at night when the water is dark. Even in the summer it looks cold. I always wonder what is lurking below. Do people live on those boats?