Abandoned Ship Poems - Poems about Abandoned Ship

...Thicker rays of summer sun Just poked through the clouds And licked upon at my face Like I was somehow painstakingly applying a fresh coat of lipstick In a subtle shade of fleshy pink ......Read the rest...

...A nautical mess adrift on seas of emotion Finding himself once a feeble notion A first mate who eventually abandoned ship His heart put on paper, which she gave a rip Finally, he found a port to ......Read the rest...

...I never got to love you. Not the way I wanted to. I never got the chance to wake up in your arms and see just how you start your day. Because way too soon you took you away. All you gave me was p......Read the rest...

...Drinking, looking for a life raft. Juke box broken, everyone here broken. An ocean washed us up, turbulent sea’s snatched us away. Captain courage has abandoned ship, he now sails icebergs ove......Read the rest...

...Here's the 2nd HALF of this interesting 2-part piece - thanks for reading the entire poem. :) Aware that he was gambling with the lives of all on board by sticking with his strategy to run the s......Read the rest...

...The last students you've loved slip out of the room Their chairs ghostly, enshrouded, urns overturned Your eyes survey the wreckage, the whisper-less ruins Vultures and jackals lips lick, po......Read the rest...

...I saw him coming, my old friend Death His eyes were not wrathful but also not Kind He simply looked up at the sky so Blue Asked me if I was doing quite Well I told him I wasn’t ready to be Dead......Read the rest...

...Sudden dawn presses against the horizon Beaming rays of light that shine on a dismal scene Eyes bloodshot, swollen, and salted Wrung dry of emotion, closed to the world before them Her thoughts......Read the rest...

...Doesn't matter what my name is. Certain types of men do certain types of things. Like join a terrorist group coz they believe they're right. I've been inside with them. ......Read the rest...

...When the Opium wears off, my bones begin to ache at every passing breeze, my muscles succumb to gravity’s will, and my skin is a blanket of pain. When the Opera finally ends, the silence is ......Read the rest...

...I see yonder A storm gathering on the horizon And the wind tightening its belt to show its might over the land and the sea. I could feel it in my bones The chill that numbs your body, your mind, As ......Read the rest...

...Huddled among massive rocks, at the bottom of a barren cliff, breathing in the strongest aroma of jasmines, watching hordes of seagulls hover over an abandoned ship; pensively and attentively spe......Read the rest...