Poèmes sur le thème : drowning

Poèmes sur le thème « drowning » sur Poets.by.

AnxieuxAsta La Vista Baby

Deceiving rivers

A beautiful song, Such a sweet melody. Enchanting voices, Leading to the sea. A bottomless pit, Filled with water. A tranquil paradise, Immersed in laughter. Warm welcomes, Cries of delight. When we're submerged, We're hidden from light. Knowing glances, Shared secrets. As the dwellers, Come to meet us.
TristeHans Ostrom

Sea Monster

I drift beneath a grammar of sharply etched shapes and clear contrasts. Eddies dance as if to mock my dumb back as I pass under a cove’s calm surface. Sometimes a seabird’s shriek thuds through thick water. I feel forever dark weight of water. It’s as present to me as my own body as I push through it with ridiculous flippers. One day I will just stop and drop to ancient mud; clouds of mud will mushroom out about me, swirl, disappear on currents. I'll roll on one side with one eye buried in muck and one still staring at black water mottled with insinuations of light. A sound will grow in me, rise out of my mute years, build into a moaning like a sunken ship’s crushed hull, then race into a scream smothered
RêveurEdna St. Vincent Millay

Inland

People that build their houses inland, People that buy a plot of ground Shaped like a house, and build a house there, Far from the sea-board, far from the sound Of water sucking the hollow ledges, Tons of water striking the shore,-- What do they long for, as I long for One salt smell of the sea once more? People the waves have not awakened, Spanking the boats at the harbor's head, What do they long for, as I long for,-- Starting up in my inland bed, Beating the narrow walls, and finding Neither a window nor a door, Screaming to God for death by drowning,-- One salt taste of the sea once more?
RêveurAngelina Weld Grimké

A Mona Lisa

I should like to creep Through the long brown grasses That are your lashes; I should like to poise On the very brink Of the leaf-brown pools That are your shadowed eyes; I should like to cleave Without sound, Their glimmering waters, Their unrippled waters, I should like to sink down And down And down ... And deeply drown. Would I be more than a bubble breaking?