Conversationalists
not friends and family
it is the river and the sea
who give me the best conversation
and as good an account of the particular sand
that I could desire
so sure and well worn
Poems on the topic: sea
Poems on the topic “sea” on Poets.by.
Illness
Blurred senses,
Distant talking.
Gentle sounds,
Of the sea.
Drowsy movements,
Barely walking.
Trying to fall,
Into blissful sleep.
Unsteady steps,
Coughing and shaking.
Reality feels,
Like a dream.
Feverish mumbles,
Stumbling and breaking.
Illness is going to be,
The death of me.
Creation
A world or two.
Colours new.
Raging seas.
Swamped trees.
Shining light.
Creating might.
Crashing storms.
Banishing warmth.
A flicker or flame.
Calling my name.
Summoning rain.
Unearthly pain.
Dying hands.
Tornadoes of sand.
Flesh rotting.
Stop creating.
Behind a front
A smile,
Easy to fake,
Bringing pain,
For others gain.
A tear,
Built over years,
Full of hurt,
And worldly fears.
A fight,
Just for show,
To make others know,
Of your might.
A death,
A reason to dress,
Acting a mess,
Not really affected.
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.
I Dream Of You
When I look out at sea
I dream of you
Of another life we could lead
I dream of you
Like a moonbeam In the rain
Like a fantasy, like a pain
I dream of you
It's an easy careful dream
And if dreams were true
I hope,
You'll Dream of me too
I'm scared
My love , I'm scared
Please find me
I'm here sunken
In this sea of sorrows
Please search for me
I'm here lost
In my own mind
I'm buried into
This darkness inside
My heart
Listen my love
I'm scared
Please find me
The Legacy of Icarus
you knew exactly what you were doing
when you flew
into the blazing sun that would
melt your wings
and throw you into an unforgiving sea.
that's what hurts the most.
you knew exactly what you were doing
when you left me
behind to meet your demise.
April Bonus Poem: I Will Build My Cottage
with the lobster traps stacked
against the green fence,
under the old willow,
and it will be made of sea wrack
and sea foam, and painted the color of islands,
and flash in the light like a gull’s wing
in the morning,
and there will I wile my time,
lost to the world of plans and contingencies,
carefully sculpting my stories,
becoming a legend.
Sadness
It's a sea,
raging all around me
There's no escape
From the feeling of drowning
How could they
just leave me here?
Alone to drown
No sense of direction
Where is up?
Where is forward?
What is going on?
There's nothing,
Nothing left
I need to find my own way
With no one to help me
Maybe,
home
Look me in the eyes
3000 miles away
Tell me that you love me
Tell me that you'll stay
Soak up all the oceans
Sail across the seas
Fly over the mountains
Make your way to me
Tierra del Fuego
Tierra del Fuego, Land of Fire! How further long
How many days and nights – or would it be months and years
Or – would it be never, I shudder to think.
How further long would you come to me in my sleep
In my waking hours, in my walks in the mountains
How further long would it be when I touch you finally?
Tierra del Fuego, you have remained a dream
Decades old, when unable to resist you, I tore off a picture
And kept you in my treasure chest, locked in the depths of my heart!
I yearned for you so much, Tierra del Fuego!
You were a kindred soul in my tempestuous youth.
Your trees twisted in the storm
Storms, passionate and intense,
Raging waves lashing against the cliffs
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