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I was the one with the color-blue eyes, 
you were the wind on the sea. 
Of all the oceans tossed by your kiss 
why did it have to be me? 

                                                Pardon this wind for causing the wave. 
                                                One as free-spirited as I 
                                                was myself surprised, your gravity called, 
                                                your lips I could not deny. 

A soaring breeze calms not a sea 
and I would be remiss, 
to think my journey to your heart 
began with but a kiss. 

                                                Why would you wonder, oh King of the deep 
                                                did you not feel the spark, the magic? 
                                                You wound my heart, with thoughts that start 
                                                to doubt my intent, it’s tragic. 

Indeed I felt it, burning deep, 
your spark inflamed desire. 
Enraptured now, I long for more, 
my heart a raging fire. 

                                                 Arise, my King, from current doubt 
                                                 and begin to breathe anew. 
                                                 Haven't I hovered long enough 
                                                 for you to get a clue? 

Bend, oh Queen, yield your will 
and we will rise above, 
the ebb and tide of mortal bane 
swept away in love. 

                                                  Into your ocean I'll sail my vessel 
                                                  on a course set sound as stone. 
                                                  Prepare yourself oh majesty 
                                                  for I will share your throne.

A Collaborative Write by KIM PATRICE NUNEZ and JOHN WULF
16 April 2015
Poem of the Day - 18 April 2015

Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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Private Quarters

Faraway magic sparks inside distant dreams awaken tears
spells under a smiling moon casting shadows out howls lonely
within deep soft moving feelings lights all candles in four chambers bright

Silver whispers one lone wolf cries princess moonlighting ball faraway dance
flying on wings across many oceans sweet warmly beams kiss beat stop
Crystal reflections breaking thought vision shatter mirror apex
Over snow mountain under a white blanket hidden inside cold turkey trembles
howls deep chilling winds covered in grey cloud capped silver to gun barrel grey 
Striking hot air parting with a bolt lightening strikes the deepest cord

Gasping blows out in waves breathless crashing the highest notes holding 
the deepest key reality rippling currents sparking drumbeats skip faster sparks 
Growling grumbles to the Heaven's roar almighty bang ignite

Fading away into mountain echoes into a town called Sunday cross an honor 
Exquisite faraway beauty you stand out one flower among'st roses brightly
dazzle crowning blossoms stargazing lights up the dark Trawbega bay shore

Amazing colors adorable star spangling treasures gift pure to kiss holding hands
shading from the heart's desire misting dream of dreams promise wish 
rainbows sweeping within deep mysterious beauty in your eyes awestruck

Melt with me into the shadows of another world floating mystery
Jewels of the Nile drifting deeply over ocean sands warmly embraced 
in one treasure holding vision paradise queen swept away beautiful valentine  

unrhymed terset

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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Heart Of The Sea

  Heart of the sea,deeper 
than a chasm-insatiable 
monster like the 
    Habouring the wrecks 
sunken ships and 
treasures,the abode of 
the titanic.
    Silent but troublesome.
Nereus safe haven and 
the Nereids on errand 
riding dolphins-saving or 
destroying at your will 
strange presence.
   Waves spread to all 
within minutes of your 
    Heart of the sea,so 
vast that a journey on 
you can't be 
accomplished without 
your guide.
   A shimmering rare 
looming underneath.   
Underneath u coldness is 
cast into oblivion-a 
warmth to the 
    Heart of the sea is like 
heart of a woman-always 
pregnant after delivery.
Who can fathom your 

Name:Ifeanyi Bob 
(Baron Of Ebullion)

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse | |

Sea And Space

I see outer space
As the place
To retrace the roots
Of the human race.

I see under the sea
Is where our bodily
Cells first came to be.

Man's heart is in the stars,
Holding onto the dream to reach Mars.
Man's history,
Written in the stars as destiny.

I am but a child,
Born onto this planet turned wild.
I am but a soul
Sent here to alleviate the toll.

I see a sea of stars,
A healing ocean for our scars.
I see an empty crater
As void as our love for our Creator.

Man's fate has
Always been to create.
Man's destiny is to face
The sailing of the vastness of sea and space.

Copyright © Marissa Faries | Year Posted 2013

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Ocean Dreams

Seagulls chortle on seaside,
while families float like feathers
upon silky sand.

Ocean releases heavy blue
upon captivating curves of coastline. 
Mist rises.

Golden sun glows. 
Tides stretch white tipped branches,
wearing ornaments of light.

Wild waves weave together 
like wishful lovers.
Unity understood is powerful. 
Floating logs are nature's love letters
of proud timber
lost to technology, time or storm.

Sailboats slide over swells,
for they are ocean's tipping hats
to solitude and soul.

Sunset seeps like molten lava,
melting into midnight blues.
Restless colors reach as day's final rays.

Full moon beats as a pearl heart
against night's lungs.
Stars flutter as butterflies above soft sea.

A sigh drifts by as a simple cloud.
Lighthouses glint and gleam,
through gentle winds.

June 10th 2007

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016

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morning shower

Morning Shower

This morning I have carefully slumbered into the bathroom to start the shower
Groggy and tired I turn the control counterclockwise to a satisfying temperature
I step inside the cubical and shiver with the initial shock of water pouring on me
My body starts to melt as the warmth covers me like a warm blanket

Worries and agendas come seeping through the shower tiles like unavoidable green monsters
Clouds of steam give a ferocious roar and the mischievous scoundrels scamper off into hiding,
Knowing that they will return once again

I’m taken to some place new
A beach with sand white as snow and the sun’s rays kissing every inch of my skin;
With the sounds of a soothing melody and a reggae beat off in the distance
I don’t recall the song but find myself knowing every word and sing along,
As my mood is calmed and contented 

Copyright © Madison Mittelbrun | Year Posted 2014

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Watching the Sun Rise

At first the sun's fingers
Poke up just a bit,
Seeming to find the ocean's ledge,
They grab a hold of it.

With radiant arms extended,
It raises itself higher,
Then sits upon the ocean's rim -
A fuzzy ball of fire.

Copyright © Raven Howell | Year Posted 2015

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Open Ocean

where the open ocean meets lush lands in between are the constant shifting sands among the reeds and rushes creatures leap like fleas scales not skins things with fins swim in azure seas shoreline so pristine crystal clear and clean

Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2015

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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part VI

Water licks your feet
Far cry from the beating sun
Desert sand to sea

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple

My Wishes are Simple

My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.

My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.

My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse | |


If life were an ocean,
My loved ones would be the waves
That appear before me and leave.

If life were a river,
My loved ones would be the lake,
And even though we separate,
We’ll always be connected to each other.

If life were simply water,
My loved ones would be the land,
In which we will always meet again and again.

Copyright © Marissa Faries | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? | |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...

it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

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The Rain

I make haste to the earth 
And anoint its rebirth
When my mother, the cloud, is above, 
And then mildly caress 
The irradiant dress
Of the hills with immaculate love. 

I descend upon leas 
And respond to their pleas
When they pine for my kiss in their thirst;
Then I nourish with ease, 
As they flow to the seas, 
All the rivers whose growth I have nursed. 

I protect, as I fly, 
Bashful lovers who lie
Undisturbed in their secretive nests,
While the world is at bay 
And far out of their way
On its tiresome, oblivious quests. 

When the spring air is dry, 
I breathe out with a sigh
And the flowers all bloom at my will
And, when autumn is near, 
I shed many a tear
O’er the moors while the granaries fill. 

Inconsolable birds 
Voice their songs without words
In their fond expectation of me,
And then play in the sun 
Once their hearts I have won
With the gift of how warm I can be. 

I roam, wave upon wave, 
When the mariners crave
The sweet taste of moist myrrh on their lips;
Then I plunge and dissolve, 
Rise anew and evolve
Into fog which embraces their ships. 

From high crests I oft wend 
And with care do I tend
To the needs of all green’ry on earth, 
Whom I raise from the ground 
In a medley unbound
With tall giants of singular girth. 

Over mountains I creep, 
Upon castles I weep
As they slowly concede to decay; 
Then I cover in moss 
All that crumbles to loss
When men die and may not have their say. 

Once my tears are all gone, 
I give way to the sun
And my brilliant sprays overshine
All that flashes on high 
And bewitches the eye
On a bow decked in splendor divine. 

Though in change I am donned, 
I’m the bridge and the bond
Between heaven and earth in their strife;
I am shy yet sublime, 
Unaffected by time,
As refulgent in death as in life.

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Copyright © Eton Langford | Year Posted 2016

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Up comes the ocean
Wave, froth and story
Awesome commotion
Stupendous glory                                                
The doors are open

The doors are open
Tumult in still silence
Churning in the water
Now the silence sweet 
In the seventh heaven

In the seventh heaven
As we smell the salt
The sea comes to a halt
For a tiny moment of
Beauty just begotten 

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

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Drifting Mainly

You belong to me mate 	 ( Intro )
And that be that!
Get on board
And grab your hat!

The ship was aghast at its new passenger	( Verse )
Like disdain for the lives that they now left behind,
Newcomers were scarce 
And they never would last
But I held up my chin nice and high.

The bloke who took me screamed	( Pre-chorus )
“Mop up the deck we’ve got things to do!” 
But I said sir, 
I’m just a boy and don’t know what’s to do.

And he said		( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Taking the seas for more than eight moons
We found islands and loot
That was bigger than most.
The taste of sea air 
With its wind in my hair
Took me away to this new life I lead.

After mopping the deck 
He grabbed my hand and screamed
 “Steer this ship boy!”
But I said sir,
I’m just a lad and don’t know where to go.

So the crew yelled	( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shore
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Surprising to me 
Was my unshaven face
The captain looked on 
And smiled with grace,
We stopped at a place 
Where the women were loose and didn’t mind
If we took a peak.

He said “Now you’re a man so let’s get on that boat,
We got places to be and some people to rope,
So grab that sword and drop that mop
Cause you’re no longer a boy in my eyes.”

I practiced the duel with the men in the crew
The captain took eye to my devilish pride,
And he took me aside and said 
 “Even in death I’m gonna miss you boy 
But don’t let it strike you 
Or kill your spirits
Cause even time can beat out the Grim.”

Then in the darkness came fire and screams,
Our vessel had stopped after fourteen years,
The crew fought hard and beat most of the men
But now, my Captain was dead.

We took the new ship watching ours sink deep
Saying goodbye to our drowning escape,
The crew turned towards me and asked
“What do we do?” and I smiled,
And they did to.

And we yelled    ( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Takin what’s mine
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

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Island of Fantasy

In front goes the emerald ocean
On the shores the oysters seek pearls
Come inside me in silence or commotion
Let the curls unfurl in myriad colors

As the glow-worm signals its companion
Under the green and brown coconut tree
In that flash with the ocean abandon
Pour me a cup of Darjeeling tea

An earthen cup made by the island girls
A saucer same neither big nor small
In the oyster sits the becoming pearl
The spoon resting against the cup’s wall

Under the scattered light of moon and star
We shall be what we actually are
In front comes the emerald ocean
Quiet smiles the fulfilled motion
June 4, 2016
For Island of Fantasy Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

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The water in my chest,
And my eyes, they burn,
Lungs burst for air,
They are losing all their turn.

My eyes see the light,
That swims in the water,
And as I sink,
My lungs burn hotter.

I try to breathe,
Yet only choke,
I scratch for the surface,
Pray that it be broke.

But I know that I,
Will soon touch sand,
But only beneath the waves,
I will never touch land.

So I close my eyes,
To be engulfed by the dark,
As as i slip away,
Shines bright,  the mark.

The deeper I go,
My dress cling to me,
As I drown,
To the bottomless sea.

Copyright © GENESIS QUIHUIS | Year Posted 2013

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Below the Surface

Below the surface is a whole new world
Of magic and delight to be unfurled

Below the surface, is a wealth of treasure
Of exquisite beauty that’s without measure

Below the surface of my deep blue sea
Is the secret storehouse of fantasy

Below the surface is where you’ll find
The treasures of my heart and mind

Below the surface at depths extreme
Is where you’ll find that buried dream

Below the surface, is where I come alive
In my depths, I know, you desire to dive

Below the surface, is where I keep my soul
If you go deep enough, I’ll make you whole

Below the surface, is where magic lies
Start the descent there now through my eyes

Below the surface, I’m waiting for you
Come down, my love, swim in love so true

Below the surface, vibrant you will feel
That surreal world, for you I’ll make real 

Below the surface, you will beg to stay…
In my ocean depth, passion drenched each day!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

The Sieve of Time

The Sieve of Time

Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,

Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.

Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.

Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 


embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

Port of Call

Port of Call

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,

and dips.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

Within Me

Within Me

Flowing through the rivulets of my everyday thoughts,
memories of you surface, gasping for air, breathing in,
permeating, absorbed by the pores of my ageing skin.

Famished, greedily gulping mouthfuls of fractured life,
awash in distant yesteryear, when your feathery kisses,
banished the vacuum, dispelling my anguish and strife.

You are eternally carved, and embroidered into my soul,
I wash ashore, smashing against the boulders of the now,
seeking solace, begging for absolution with my empty bowl.

The book of fate is sealed shut, the tea-leaves have been read,
nothing remains within me, the burden of smiling has been shed.

Now I am stranded, between dreams and the empty years ahead,
searching for forgiveness, in the miles I have yet to wearily tread.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

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back and forth, boxsliding.
tossing and turning on the ocean waves;
the rush of ebbing tides moving,
similar to the unsaved lives of our days,
mixture of emotions gathering,
trying not to get sucked in the undertow,
our own deception that doesn't flow.
trembling in the fear of it's coolness,
the depths so limitless.
it's force unmeasurable,
only fit for the able.
it's nature can not be contained,
but it's characteristics can surely be attained.
soaking in it can acquire you different benefits,
a threat for the flow of living.
tides of waves so chaotic;
in a world so exotic,
the rush to coming back to it is so dramatic.

Copyright © Donn Ronquillo | Year Posted 2013

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Everything was in the right place; the shoes, books, furniture, utensils, remote control…. His house always smelled of fresh air, although it was hundreds of miles away from the ocean.

“Your house smells like a beach-house!” his friends told him.

He knew his house was far from being called a beach-house. It had no fishing harpoons, fishing nets, scuba diving suits or shells. In fact, he hated the ocean.
Three years back, his perfectionism had landed him a job in an environmental movement company. A research lab was set for him close to the beach.

One Saturday morning, he saw a turtle floating close to him. It was still, its body dancing only to the motion of waves. BP oil spills and chemical wastes suddenly haunted his mind. He now saw oil rigs and floating marine animals all around him. Quickly he jumped out of the ocean as though he had spotted a shark’s dorsal fin, a dozen feet away.

“I’ll never stay around imperfection!” he swore to himself.

Neatness then became his pilgrimage. He took one last bottle of vodka to erase the memories about the ocean, and moved to live in a place not close to any water bodies.

Sometimes he eats fish and lobsters with difficulty. An imagination of a contaminated ocean close to him scares him stiff to hold his knife and fork.    

Current Contest Name: Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please - 2

Previous Contest Name: SHORT STORY

Date the Previous Contest was Finalized: 9/27/2016

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

An Ocean

She is deep, mysterious,and beautiful. Life, color
and thrill pulsates within her. It's by getting inside
her world, that you can understand her really well.

On the surface she's calm and sometimes rises
within her own tides. Most people get fooled
when they see her surface. They admire its
beauty, forgetting there's more and richer
beauty within her. They see its tides and
assume that there's death within,
more eerie than Jack Sparrow's
walking dead.

Some people though,
manage to gear up their courage
and swim into her inner world;
without protection,
without doubts,
without fear,
eyes open with wonder.
They get into the ocean,
and feel what its like to be an ocean...

The people are men;
a woman is the ocean....

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |


throw my soul 
wide open
calm and angry
into the ocean,
wash me over 
flip me side 

to the ocean 
I will reside

reside and

waves, oh 
the waves I 
will collide 

sweep me clean,
cleanse my skin,
cheers to the ocean
for making 
me alive 

Copyright © Frank Guglietta | Year Posted 2013

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The Ocean Leaves The Brine

Well the girls here are all made of smoke
And their dreams are living in my beer
A silhoutte wind swoops and sways near
Tonight the ocean leaves the brine
And this smoke here, well she’s all mine
Yeah I’ve got to get out of this place
Even this ash tray is growing a face
But I won’t let the winter bring me down
The faces, the faces, they’re all around
You know the stars are all just God’s germs
And now my shot glass is spawning worms
Tonight the ocean leaves the brine
The moon is now made of sea salt
Forever is no longer going with time
And I guess that could be my fault
I pour out all the rivers of the earth
Onto the concrete sky
Now it’s raining for what it’s worth
And the cement falls into your eye
Well the girls here are all made of smoke
And their realities are dead on the floor
Their thoughts are swimming back to shore
And nightmares don’t get to sleep anymore
The worms are all marching in a line
And tonight the ocean leaves the brine

Copyright © Rusted Dream | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

not even goodbye

i let the silence speak on my behalf
i dont blame your interpretation
this mode was my way of giving you a chance
that you knew me well enough

i desire connection
a touch's satisfaction is  empty without intention

i roll along the waves, staring into blue
i can smell the salt, feeling, drifting
despite my isolation
you are still right here

 telling me all the things
showing all your colors
deaf to my silence

watching yourself in the reflections of my eyes
making sure you look like what your saying
unsure how I'm feeling
scared to know, thinking i wouldnt get it

thats why we dont have questions
nothing left to say
not even goodbye

Copyright © Davin Payne | Year Posted 2016

Details | Acrostic | |

The tanker's Final Journey

Ominous clouds cluster on the horizon,
Immense waves smash over the deck,
Lashing! Crashing!  Punishing!  Pounding!
Screeching metal as the hull bursts open,
Pouring its jet black cargo
Into the frothing, raging ocean.
Lightning flashes, illuminates a tragedy;
Liquid death spills from its broken heart.

Copyright © Rose Whelan | Year Posted 2016

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To succumb to one's own pride, 
Or to the ferrying tides?
To hold on, you must decide, 
That this journey's worth the ride. 

Often times I see these boats
Stuck on sandbars, sometimes moats,
They can hardly stay afloat,
Yet somehow, onward they go. 

Copyright © Bo Vigoren | Year Posted 2016