As he slept in tranquil dream,
Suddenly he flew, it seemed.
Thrown and landing on the floor,
Shaking walls and splintered doors.
Just as quick, the room grew still.
Distant tremors he could feel.
Out the door, and up the rock,
There he stood in sleepy shock.
How could oceans disappear.
Then a hissing he could hear
And a trembling, heavy roar
Headed for an empty shore.
Sunrise turned a greenish hue,
As he climbed, a better view.
Seeming far too large, he saw
What must be a water wall.
Thought of ancient stories told
Of a wrath that could unfold;
Sucking oceans with a breath,
Spewing endless waves of death.
Instinct quickly cleared his mind.
Panic now, he clawed and climbed.
Up, despite the screams he hears,
As a village disappears.
Once an evil came to call,
Scooped them up and took them all.
Now he's old, his stories wane,
Of the morning Satan came.
Copyright © Gene Bourne | Year Posted 2014
You, are water.
I dip my toes, testing,
Should I dive in..?
Will y o u let me sink or swim?
Have you r e a l l y changed?
You, are a lagoon
I float for now
In sweet oblivion...
You, are a shimmering mirage
Of something hoped for…
A fertile oasis in arid land
Giving love unhurt to my heart.
Or, an undulating river
Natural, flowing, dynamic, definite,
Sailing the curves
Taking me places never imagined,
While we're apart...
You, are a flash flood,
White water without warning!
Baptizing both good and evil away.
You are a raging waterfall!
Beautiful in your steep revenge
Threatening to roil
me over the edge.
You are a tsunami!
Born of violent eruption.
Mortifying, underestimated, overwhelming
Growing larger as I let you get closer.
Sweeping me up
Slamming me along
With the rest of your debris.
You are a MAELSTROM!
Dizzying, swallowing, suffocating
K i l l i n g
and sucking me down,
Down through your center
Into your drowning depression.....
Your circular violence h a s n ' t changed.
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2017
(Parents Peril * The Nightmare)
Evil sits and whispers - sweet lullabies
Chimes within my head,
Damnation scratches at my conscious
Of what was and is!
Water runs down my toes
Rain taps at my windowpane
A fear; I relive my childhood days
~~Dark April showers bring in a chronic look~~
Motions before daybreak, to face a colorless what!
The trickle of musty wind meshes under my skin
The panic begins to initiate the voices
Unstable - a gash of blood fills the mind
Dark feelings pollute the inside my head
Visions of slitting my wrist from end to end
My subconscious betrays my sanity
Praying is what got me through the dark-mares.
I held my own hand that very night
Telling myself it would be all right
MY EYES OPEN WIDE……………….
Walking down the narrow hall
The Chimes, the Chimes!
Snapped into a moment of crime
The trail of Sweet lullabies came from my parent's room
Shhh!!! Hush now, *humming to the evil chant*
Whispers of dust whisk through the air
I grab the envelope opener,
My heart pumps, piercing each neck
One by one, they look up -IT WAS ME-
A demonic child’s laughter erupts
A Chronic Pink look
Pacing off the bed
What have I done?
Cries of nothing led me back into my room.
There and only there, water sits under the sheets
The emptiness in my head was the sign of complete
Falling asleep to the quietness around the room
Waking up to, the parents peril sight every night
My subconscious holds no sympathy
To: relive the same chronic pink memory
AGAIN- I begin to hear the sound of scratching violins
Where dreams of demons wear pink
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012
Searchin' the waves for sight of a sail.
Throwin' back hearty tankards of ale.
" Sails to port, " the lookout did call.
So excited was he that he nearly did fall.
Closin' in on the prey excitement grows.
In less than an hour we'll come to blows.
Ocean spray feels good on my face.
Closer and closer we're winnin' the race.
" Weapons in hand, " I cry from the poop.
My wolves get ready as we near the sloop.
The vessel did gleam, she's a true beauty.
My blood is boilin' for my pirates booty.
" At her lads, " I yell through a death grin.
We swarmed so fast the fight did barely begin.
The fight was swift but it was bloody.
After spyin' the treasure I knew we'd been lucky.
Out of the chest gold spilled to the deck.
Loot her and burn her, we'll sink this wreck.
Back to our ship we take our loot.
Survivors on the plank their gettin' the boot.
Twas just another day in a pirates life.
You've got to be quick and sharp as a knife.
Copyright © Scott Williams | Year Posted 2015
It’s cold, dark, scary.
Waves crushing on me
It hurts stings
My chest underwater
I can’t breathe.
You are over me and under me
And I can’t come back up
But then you let loose.
The water warms up
And the pressure leaves my heart.
It doesn’t hurt anymore,
Now you carry me,
Make me float
Singing me to sleep,
And it feels perfect,
And I know everything is going to be all right
Until the next storm comes.
Copyright © Alize Michelet | Year Posted 2017