~ATLANTIS~ Featuring:) Kelly Deschler
Can't be re-written by the Gods
The land and sands of time'
Destroyed by the fire of Poseidon's curse
Atlantis swallowed by: Earth
In one day and one night
Peaceful existence met its end
Built on a volcano, now surrounded by ancient rippled tears
Lava stripped apart the rich and glorious empire
Enriched by Engineers and Architects whom loved power more than the Gods
Forgotten souls, sheltered by a watery grave
History withheld from shallow sunken memories,
Western sky's hide the truth, a vision from the Pillars of Hercules
"An island situated in front of The Strait of Gibraltar"
Ghostly ruins wait to rise above the Mediterranean and Atlantic Waves
A magical island held down by the hands of death,
Atlantis lost city walls ---a secret hidden by mermaids
Partially buried, beneath the ocean floor it lies
The largest sunken treasure never to be found
Magnificent pillars of an imperial palace still stand
Somewhere hidden under ancient sand
Some are leaning against turrets, that toppled after the impact
Nothing human will ever inhabit these walls
No feet will ever touch these staircases, again
Only an eerie silence now resides here, with the blue-green waters
Seaweed grows along it's outer walls, like ivy on a trellis.
Obscuring it even further from the human eye.
Other ocean tides will never compare
Tantalizing blend of fantasy and mystery
Stone walls covered with precious gems
-Listen to PLATO'S voice-
"Look close, Look close, into the sea!"
Through the light and Pillars of Hercules
Some where out there buried in the vast
ATLANTIS THE PARADISE
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013
Scatter my ashes at Pemaquid Point,
Let the wind sail them home to the sea.
Cradle of life, be my cradle in death,
And set my spirit free.
Sun will warm the daylight hours;
The lighthouse illume the night;
Waves provide rhythm and gulls give voice---
Music to ease my flight.
Eternal rocks will form my tomb,
Sand my quilt shall be,
Protecting from shipwreck and raging storms,
And I’ll become one with the sea.
Copyright © Mary Oliver Rotman | Year Posted 2015
beneith the phantoms of the deep
a wretched grave yard where love sleeps
all but forgotten loves of time
covered in fiction, rumors and lies
decay did whither their werry bones
and unrest bothered their hearts left alone
suicide and murderous mist
malace and for thought of a poisonous kiss
for each they sailed the sea of love
clear skies and ocean above
below lost vessels that once rode the sea
smothered by waters that pulled down deep
trusting the ship they begged to sail
where calm sea's often become strong gails
and tossed are sailer to and fro
from the bow to down below
suffering what they didn't know
the sea's anger and ability to show
Is there a god to which can be prayed?
where is Poseidon, can he be paid?
for safe passage through the rocks
take from us this state of shock
where every wave would cover thee
and silence prayers and every plea
certian distruction awaits this ship
being torn asunder by natures grip
thunder peels across dark skys
like a truth it is a light
but darkness denies it's pressence still
lightening cannot change the will
where fears would scare, the sailor steals
tighten the ropes secure the sails
love demands the highest price
certian risk and sacrifice
the abyss has claimed a myriad of lives
who's death for love was satisfied
sailing on the sea of love
glimpsing the phantoms from up above
a sad sanity can calm the sea
and then rage takes over and destroys what be
we cannot hide from love what love see's
the bigger the ocean the deeper the sea
the deeper the love the bigger the greif
no matter who or what they be
the ship is the hostage of the sea
you can sink in it's depths or to its shore flee
there is always a risk when you tempt the sea
and there is always a grave waiting for thee
Copyright © John Loving III | Year Posted 2014
when darkness falls
upon moonlit walls
and my eyes close
as i bid farewell to day
when hand from grave
rocks you back
through life's storms
i was bound to the hand
that rocked the cradle
my ship in stormy seas
slapped on the face
yet not by waves
but tasted saltwater
just the same
chilled to bare bone
then swept away
by wind of warmth
an aftermath of storms
an unexpected pause
until the next red tide
bore my name
to this diligent life
i longed to break free
from this anchor
that weighed me down
i swam against the tide
yet i was rocked
though tides have since parted
and seas are more calm
the taste of saltwater
in my mouth
cries out in pain
as hand from grave
rocks the cradle again
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2013
Barefoot Dream ©
A pair of slippers dance along
the surf line, dank chill seeps into
Laughter and joy stream out
across the endless waves, a
day’s freedom from society’s
Stripped of sock and slip’r
toes clinch and let loose the
sandy floor as it shifts and moves
as in a dance, vanishing under
Dancing on the heads of
ancient warriors, lost sailors,
Foamy wet tickles the ankles,
grains rasp and scrape a
Cleansed in the salty froth, tiny
secreted bones ache with
Sodden cotton slaps the calves
A drenched, forever sound as
the grasp of death’s hand brings
down, down into the blue-black
arms of the cold sea
Butterflies and Bullets
Copyright © Trisha Sugarek | Year Posted 2014
My name is here,
But you'll not find me.
I am with my best friends
Near the clear, salt sea.
We are in the wind,
In the ocean's roar:
On the smooth, cool stones
Of some sandy shore.
We are in the waves,
As they break on the rocks.
Here time has no meaning,
The seasons are clocks.
We are never alone
In this place by the sea.
We are always together,
As good friends will be.
We did not decay:
Turn to rot, then to bone.
We're not part of the earth;
It is not our last home.
We've had a good laugh,
My old friends and me.
We've escaped the dark grave,
By the clear, salt sea.
© 2015 Diane Lefebvre
Copyright © Diane Lefebvre | Year Posted 2015
Cold and dark, the eyes of the depths
glaring at the stars above.
Few dare descend the steps
which reach down to oblivion’s cove.
Heavy, the desire for truth,
like the chains dragging my body further down
unto fate unknown.
Beyond recompense, lies the ruin
sunken to forbidden ground,
now home only to the strangest of creations
and catacomb to the drowned slaves of history.
Will all memories be as this one day?
Ghosts that haunt the corpses of humanity’s ambition?
Black are the bells that once chimed to announce omen.
Buried are the thoughts that walked my mind.
Broken are the tables where ideas once feasted.
Bound are the hopes, eaten by preying sharks of doubt.
Weighing down, the garments choke the breath of life.
There, where insanity was sane, beneath facade’s streams
lies truth, in the sea of forgotten dreams.
Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013
century later in a watery grave
souls of the elite as well as peons
float about the wreckage
boarding in Southampton
Dad carried jewels to sell in the States
I, just a teen, came along to see the sights
Dad’s money purchased rooms on the top tier
artistically designed ball room was aglow
bright lights, sumptuous food and fancily-clad dancers
in my youth, I cared naught for such things
down the stairway I flew to see the lower class
strumming guitars and telling raunchy jokes
but the joke was on me it seems
suddenly, the boat hit an iceberg
on the lower level I was trapped
screams were heard above
as passengers sought seats on lifeboats
not enough room, fear ignited
ship took on water; we felt it first
still trying to find a way to the top deck
once there, I saw Dad had left me behind
lights were still on as the boat tore in half
on the bow I stood with a small crowd
as into the icy waters we dropped
tried to swim; the sea was too cold
on my maiden voyage, much like the ship,
I succumbed as screams faded
my spirit so lively, it could not die
with 1,517 others my soul was held captive below
New York was not our final destination
Dad made it to the Big Apple
no family with him as he made his financial deal
what he earned fell short of what he lost
century later in this same watery grave
souls of the elite as well as peons
float about the wreckage, praying for release
*Entry for Tracie’s “My Heart Will Go On” contest
Written March 29, 2012
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2012
Long love day's has past.
My mind felt with howling storms,
grasping to hold on to vanishing love.
Rape and abandon my weary soul
transpires, poring with instant fires.
Oh this dark secret love does thy life
Like amorous birds of pray,
Once ways, and known devoured
Your beauty no more to befound
nor shall the sound of your voice.
Love to dust, love to ashes.
Our love has now gone to a private place.
The grave yard of love.
Copyright © JAY JOHNSON | Year Posted 2008
A mariner went a'pon the sea
To find his fair lass a pearl
So he in grand fettle
Gathered his mettle
And let his ship's sails unfurl
No able for the deed so tough
The mariner would pey the mail
So he all alone
Would find no stone
And his venture would truly fail
Ye go on the bash
O mariner, so doomed
And enjoy one day a'last
It's a cadger's curse
And your anchor's been cast
For by the sea ye'll be entombed
The mariner set his net afloat
For the maiden of the sea he lied in wait
She'd have to come soon
And he'd have his boon
Aye, a pearl to his lass afore it's too late
He hadn't spied nary a one
When he heard a lullaby tune
He looked down in the deep
For the nymph of the sea
To see where to thrust his harpoon
“Wull ye no byde a wee?” sang she
Luring the poor mariner along
He climbed over the aft
Leaving his raft
Enchanted by her devilish song
So it's aw by nou
O mariner so doomed
For this day shall be your last
It's a cadger's curse
And your anchor's been cast
And by the sea ye'll be entombed
It'll be yon tyme afore
He'll see his bonny lass again
For he sank down to his grave
'Neath sea, wind and waves
So was the tale of the seaman
Feeling sorry for her deed
The singing maiden did pay
A parting gift
Upon his dead lips
A pearl formed of her tears was layed
And so was the daith
Of the mariner thus doomed
A pearl for his lass
Would ne'er be seen
Since this day was his last
When his anchor was cast
And by the sea was he entombed
Copyright © Aimee Mazzone | Year Posted 2012
You regret your foolish disclosure, as you confessed to be a cold hearted lover for she was
lost of hope n’ sacrificed herself from this crest for her love for you consumed her totally,
though her broken heart, in the care of the angels choir, now sings reforged in the fires of
You lived your life in the garments of a scar around your heart, covered in bark, thrombosed
to the love of another, it now cries in virtue n’ chastity from the sentient tree that consumed
your ashes n’ dust in the grave at the top of the crest by the sea…
I give to you Poet my blessing, so you can relinquish your guilt n’ pain of love’s abandoning
from the bed of blame you made of your grave, for your quill is at peace till your
homecoming into this world, my sweet poet come back to me…
For time was your crest from this day you have leapt, you are forgiven my love so rise, let
go your purgatory n’ perhaps one day we will meet once again as your soul escapes the
gravity of captivity, now owlish n’ wise let it fly to our destiny…
Though not a word is spoken in these moments of conjuration from a lover long gone in an
age of castles n’ quests by the sea, it stormed all night n’ I remained by your grave side till
sunrise n’ the flame in your eyes became the Immortal’s fire to reforge a tarnished heart,
for your tortured soul now understands n’ through the flames your mind will follow…
Now I see the picture you have painted in the illusion of the rainbow n’ I sense the birth of
humility n’ grace as the sun breaks through the storm clouds, for your poem of remorse
finally rests n’ you my love are reborn with angel wings to ride mother earth’s breath…
Copyright © Lilt Of Orpheus | Year Posted 2009
Although I can't find Death,
He's kept an eye on me.
At every corner another mourner,
Infects my memory.
'Tis with my grasp I cling to Life,
Her careless wander goes.
A game like chance she dares to dance,
About the grave yard's rose.
A breath may be a spirit,
Or so the scriptures claim.
But where's the holy comfort solely,
For all the breathless slain?
My cradle granted time,
Where Death first shook my hand.
Where Life's fickle bosom suckled,
Where the grave began its command.
Where no one thinks to see,
How pointless this must be.
Where the needle of time is a toss of a dime,
And your memory is lost in the sea...
And everyones lost in the sea.
Copyright © Herb Alyètte | Year Posted 2009
So tired of so many thoughts,
Of so many dreams that lose their wings.
Half dead sighs from blackening lips,
Eyes flat like dusty, neglected mirrors.
Circles will continue on, quite eternally,
Yet every circle breaks into pieces.
Dreams flit about, enticingly so,
Vanishing away like mist, when touched.
Like a siren calling out so sweetly
And then I crash into the sea,
The dark, raging, selfish sea,
The sea, whose arms are so long,
With hands so strong and rough,
Embracing so selfishly, a deadly mockery.
Air bubbles whisper so sweetly
As they drift far away, out of reach.
Sinking deeper into the darkness,
Until I hit bottom and lie still,
With only barnacle like memories
To rip at my heart.
Copyright © Karlin K. Jensen | Year Posted 2013
Exactly what was needed for
a wanderer of sandy shores,
ever full of hope, as fiery
as mountain flames, and eerily
it came to me; the darkened ghost
who glided softly over me.
And felt the cool of shining sea's,
it made a wild and song of me,
A man as lost and weak as I
who still waits, and wondering why
I forgot nothing she has said
or losing words I once had read,
When I remember.
Copyright © Jake A. | Year Posted 2015