I remember when i was a working as a commercial fisherman and it took me a while before i really got good at tying the boat to the dock. i was never really bad but the rope was just too loose. practice makes perfect i guess.
Tom
When I was in Lake Tahoe with my family one summer we took a trip to the dock just after some lame touristy museum that we visited. All I really remember of that part was standing on the dock and looking down between the planks and seeing all the little fish below me. They looked so happy and free and I was happy for them. I wished that I could swim all day like they could.
Ainsley
Hickory, dickory, and so on.
Marlon Brando, a dock worker, in On the Waterfront, arguably his greatest film.
Dock your pay.
Fish flopping on the docks of Menemsha after being taken off the boats.
MissouriMom
i see the boat coming in. i race to the dock in hopes of seeing him. the proof that he was not lost at sea. as the boat pulls in, my hopes fade away. there are only 4 of 5 people on that boat…and he is not one of them
amber
docking station
reel in the space-ship-line
ing down the pages where
we wandered happily…
where have we gotten off to?
I don’t understand why we’re
on the end of this hook,
and maybe we’ll set sail,
oh wait,
that’s a stupid thing to think of
on the end of the line
bye bye
Jenealia
I used to sit on the dock what felt like all summer. Fish swimming below and sun reflecting on the water. The boards of the dock were old and splintered. Walking on it barefoot was dangerous, but we kids didn’t seem to care.
Steven
One time I was camping on the Saint Lawrence River and there was this dock that stuck out over the water. It was deep enough at the end that you could jump off without being hurt. The water was so clear you could see right to the bottom. I was still scared to jump. Deep water terrifies me. The thought that there is so much out there that I cannot see makes me cringe. I never jumped.
Sara
Give to me your patience,
and I’ll take shelter in your heart.
Send me sailing on waves of affection,
and I’ll find a dock in your heart.
So I don’t feel alone,
so I don’t come apart.
Rick Veloz
Sitting on the planks the wide expanse of sea stretching to the horizon, waves cap and crest, the boards sway with the swells yet still feel solid beneath me.
Lydia Breakfast
we laid watching shooting stars once
all of us, together, looking up pointing at constellations
it was so dark we could only see the ocean and the stars
the light twinkled as the waves rolled on and off the rocks
maura.
when we pulled into the harbor, i saw a glimpse of a stranger. a stranger wading through the mist, wandering to the next dark corner of his life. i htought about calling out to him, letting him know that he was not alone, and we were both out here being strange together so why not grab a quick drink? i thought about it, but i kept my mouth closed along with my fist as i let another opportunity wander away aimlessly.
naya herman
The clouds of steam enclosed me as I walked the dock to the place he had indicated. It was sheltered from view between two cargo containers, the dim lights obscured by rolling fog coming in off the water. I waited, but not patiently.
kikisub
She stood by the dock, waiting for him. Of course, he was never going to come back; he even told her that a million times already. So why would she wait? Was it because she really loved him?
jenni
boats ships freedom flying away leaving the boats from the docks can be the beginning of freedom
leah
The dog had a tail and the tail was docked but I dock my boat and it’s not the same thing at all. Why would you dock a dog’s tail?
Kelly
docking at empty harbors
burning the ships of our fathers
these dock and these peers
these docks and these piers
Smilehappy
It was at the docks that I spotted him, sitting alone on a bench, throwing feed to the seagulls around him. It was there that I saw huge boats sitting alongside each other, unoccupied.
LynnArts (Jen M)
A place where you stay or land…. a place that you decide to live? I don’t really know what else to say……..
Melinda
I once dreamed of living by a dock, where I could dip my toes into the cool lake below. Where on hot summer days I could jump off the dock and cool myself off. This is how I dream summer to be.
Jessica
fishing boat splinter wood ladder motter wind pole
elsa rall
When you bring the boat back to the dock, it’s like bringing home a new baby. Wipe it down, make sure it’s safe, and clean it up.
You want to make sure that will be comfortable and ready for the next day, with no worries. So take a good look around — are the bumpers positioned correctly, are the lines tight, and have you got the sheets in their correct place?
Dick Carlson
Some guy once wrote a song about a dock. A dock on the bay. It was a wicked good song, and brings back memories of sitting on that dock. Fishing. Watching my cousins do dumb things on jet skis. Jet skis! Cabo!
Sean Gaffney
Hanae sat on the edge of the wooden dock, staring into the horizon to witness her father’s arrival. She had never met the man before; although her mother had told her much about him. Tall and brave, with a great brown beard – that’s how she said he was like. His ship would soon appear on the sea, its sail blowing proudly in the wind. Hanae could just imagine it. She felt proud of her father, even if she had never met him.
Just me
He docked his boat against the dock..and tied up all the extra ropes and left.
He glanced back at his boat on the way out.
The Waver
A play on words, and a play on his feelings.
Wavering.
Samie
I remember the dock at my mom and dad’s cottage – it was rotted and you had to be careful not to step on the holey spots or you’d break through. Every winter the ice would come and carry that dock out to the middle of the lake. We’d have to jump in the cold water in the spring and bring it on back to the shore. I loved that dock!
Elizabeth
I went to the dock. It was realy beutiful when the sunset came. Out in the distance, I saw a dolphin. It was really big and beutiful.
Matthew Hallada
Sitting on the dock, watching ripples and waves. I skim my toes just beneath the surface as you lean over and kiss my neck. I clasp your hand as you pull away.
Jane
Sitting on the dock of the bay, the young man gazed longingly out across the sweeping swell of water. Waves rolled, lulling him to sleep. And, somewhat reluctantly he dropped his eyelids. Soon a soft, sweet sleep sang to him, culling him to the dream world.
erika
it was fishy and the snow falling into the water sat for a moment and melted. i was working the boats until spring when the dogs would be ready to go. Sushi sounded good, but sushi was the last thing one wanted in Florida. Who was that masked mackeral?
Mitch Ratcliffe
i see many boats going in and out of a sea port with big shimmering sails that glisten as the wind tugs gently at them
adam
I couldn’t find my way to the dock. I knew it was a place of taking off, but just couldn’t make it to the start. It wasn’t that I was afraid of the journey. It was the start that stopped me.
phil
There’s a duck by the dock.
I like this duck.
But this dock sucks.
Stupid dock.
paddy
dock. to sit in solemn silence on a dull dark dock. i remember theater warm ups still from middle school. interestingly enough i don’t miss it at all. except for the applause. i think everyone should know how it feels to have a whole auditorium of people clapping just for you.
sydney
every now and again while resting by the lake i chill up on the dock
a timeless hole the water creates my love is a timeless watch
i coulda done better
jeffrotall
Down by the dock its blue and foggy, with a brisk but invigorating thickness to the air, yellow electric lamps peer through the haze and loud clanking metal sounds in the distance.
Sean
one day i whent swimming at the lake with my dad.then my dad and me started traveling around the ocean withe a boat.then when we were done i had to help my dad dock the boat.
elmer asencio
I had to help my uncle dock the boat.I took out the boogies or something like that and he drove the boat.
Grigor Nargizyan
The dock.
Bring the Boat of Breams to the dock
Step out
and leave your dreams behind
Because there comes a time
when time has run out
and you must set sail with a new Boat
heading for a new Dock.
So bring your Boat of Dreams
and Failed Accomplishments
to the Dock.
Find your new set of sails
Labeled “Second Chances”.
Be thankful.
We’ll extinguish the flames as we
Burn away your Old Boat.
Stephanie
WHen I go to the beach I always stop by the dock. Everytime the sun sets there I end up going to sleep.
brandon.cano
I had to help my uncle dock the boat.I took out the boogies or something like that and he drove the boat.
I remember when i was a working as a commercial fisherman and it took me a while before i really got good at tying the boat to the dock. i was never really bad but the rope was just too loose. practice makes perfect i guess.
When I was in Lake Tahoe with my family one summer we took a trip to the dock just after some lame touristy museum that we visited. All I really remember of that part was standing on the dock and looking down between the planks and seeing all the little fish below me. They looked so happy and free and I was happy for them. I wished that I could swim all day like they could.
Hickory, dickory, and so on.
Marlon Brando, a dock worker, in On the Waterfront, arguably his greatest film.
Dock your pay.
Fish flopping on the docks of Menemsha after being taken off the boats.
i see the boat coming in. i race to the dock in hopes of seeing him. the proof that he was not lost at sea. as the boat pulls in, my hopes fade away. there are only 4 of 5 people on that boat…and he is not one of them
docking station
reel in the space-ship-line
ing down the pages where
we wandered happily…
where have we gotten off to?
I don’t understand why we’re
on the end of this hook,
and maybe we’ll set sail,
oh wait,
that’s a stupid thing to think of
on the end of the line
bye bye
I used to sit on the dock what felt like all summer. Fish swimming below and sun reflecting on the water. The boards of the dock were old and splintered. Walking on it barefoot was dangerous, but we kids didn’t seem to care.
One time I was camping on the Saint Lawrence River and there was this dock that stuck out over the water. It was deep enough at the end that you could jump off without being hurt. The water was so clear you could see right to the bottom. I was still scared to jump. Deep water terrifies me. The thought that there is so much out there that I cannot see makes me cringe. I never jumped.
Give to me your patience,
and I’ll take shelter in your heart.
Send me sailing on waves of affection,
and I’ll find a dock in your heart.
So I don’t feel alone,
so I don’t come apart.
Sitting on the planks the wide expanse of sea stretching to the horizon, waves cap and crest, the boards sway with the swells yet still feel solid beneath me.
we laid watching shooting stars once
all of us, together, looking up pointing at constellations
it was so dark we could only see the ocean and the stars
the light twinkled as the waves rolled on and off the rocks
when we pulled into the harbor, i saw a glimpse of a stranger. a stranger wading through the mist, wandering to the next dark corner of his life. i htought about calling out to him, letting him know that he was not alone, and we were both out here being strange together so why not grab a quick drink? i thought about it, but i kept my mouth closed along with my fist as i let another opportunity wander away aimlessly.
The clouds of steam enclosed me as I walked the dock to the place he had indicated. It was sheltered from view between two cargo containers, the dim lights obscured by rolling fog coming in off the water. I waited, but not patiently.
She stood by the dock, waiting for him. Of course, he was never going to come back; he even told her that a million times already. So why would she wait? Was it because she really loved him?
boats ships freedom flying away leaving the boats from the docks can be the beginning of freedom
The dog had a tail and the tail was docked but I dock my boat and it’s not the same thing at all. Why would you dock a dog’s tail?
docking at empty harbors
burning the ships of our fathers
these dock and these peers
these docks and these piers
It was at the docks that I spotted him, sitting alone on a bench, throwing feed to the seagulls around him. It was there that I saw huge boats sitting alongside each other, unoccupied.
A place where you stay or land…. a place that you decide to live? I don’t really know what else to say……..
I once dreamed of living by a dock, where I could dip my toes into the cool lake below. Where on hot summer days I could jump off the dock and cool myself off. This is how I dream summer to be.
fishing boat splinter wood ladder motter wind pole
When you bring the boat back to the dock, it’s like bringing home a new baby. Wipe it down, make sure it’s safe, and clean it up.
You want to make sure that will be comfortable and ready for the next day, with no worries. So take a good look around — are the bumpers positioned correctly, are the lines tight, and have you got the sheets in their correct place?
Some guy once wrote a song about a dock. A dock on the bay. It was a wicked good song, and brings back memories of sitting on that dock. Fishing. Watching my cousins do dumb things on jet skis. Jet skis! Cabo!
Hanae sat on the edge of the wooden dock, staring into the horizon to witness her father’s arrival. She had never met the man before; although her mother had told her much about him. Tall and brave, with a great brown beard – that’s how she said he was like. His ship would soon appear on the sea, its sail blowing proudly in the wind. Hanae could just imagine it. She felt proud of her father, even if she had never met him.
He docked his boat against the dock..and tied up all the extra ropes and left.
He glanced back at his boat on the way out.
The Waver
A play on words, and a play on his feelings.
Wavering.
I remember the dock at my mom and dad’s cottage – it was rotted and you had to be careful not to step on the holey spots or you’d break through. Every winter the ice would come and carry that dock out to the middle of the lake. We’d have to jump in the cold water in the spring and bring it on back to the shore. I loved that dock!
I went to the dock. It was realy beutiful when the sunset came. Out in the distance, I saw a dolphin. It was really big and beutiful.
Sitting on the dock, watching ripples and waves. I skim my toes just beneath the surface as you lean over and kiss my neck. I clasp your hand as you pull away.
Sitting on the dock of the bay, the young man gazed longingly out across the sweeping swell of water. Waves rolled, lulling him to sleep. And, somewhat reluctantly he dropped his eyelids. Soon a soft, sweet sleep sang to him, culling him to the dream world.
it was fishy and the snow falling into the water sat for a moment and melted. i was working the boats until spring when the dogs would be ready to go. Sushi sounded good, but sushi was the last thing one wanted in Florida. Who was that masked mackeral?
i see many boats going in and out of a sea port with big shimmering sails that glisten as the wind tugs gently at them
I couldn’t find my way to the dock. I knew it was a place of taking off, but just couldn’t make it to the start. It wasn’t that I was afraid of the journey. It was the start that stopped me.
There’s a duck by the dock.
I like this duck.
But this dock sucks.
Stupid dock.
dock. to sit in solemn silence on a dull dark dock. i remember theater warm ups still from middle school. interestingly enough i don’t miss it at all. except for the applause. i think everyone should know how it feels to have a whole auditorium of people clapping just for you.
every now and again while resting by the lake i chill up on the dock
a timeless hole the water creates my love is a timeless watch
i coulda done better
Down by the dock its blue and foggy, with a brisk but invigorating thickness to the air, yellow electric lamps peer through the haze and loud clanking metal sounds in the distance.
one day i whent swimming at the lake with my dad.then my dad and me started traveling around the ocean withe a boat.then when we were done i had to help my dad dock the boat.
I had to help my uncle dock the boat.I took out the boogies or something like that and he drove the boat.
The dock.
Bring the Boat of Breams to the dock
Step out
and leave your dreams behind
Because there comes a time
when time has run out
and you must set sail with a new Boat
heading for a new Dock.
So bring your Boat of Dreams
and Failed Accomplishments
to the Dock.
Find your new set of sails
Labeled “Second Chances”.
Be thankful.
We’ll extinguish the flames as we
Burn away your Old Boat.
WHen I go to the beach I always stop by the dock. Everytime the sun sets there I end up going to sleep.
I had to help my uncle dock the boat.I took out the boogies or something like that and he drove the boat.