Ashore Poems - Poems about Ashore

Washed Ashore

I die over and over—
between pages—a ghost 
in a world more real than my
own—drowning in ink—
willingly washed ashore—
swelling, bloating breath.

Against my nature of concealment,
I cough out the ink—everywhere—
chaos, carnality, collapse!
onto a canvas I cannot
cower from. 

Who else perceives meaning there? 
Who else feels the frenzy like fire? 

a sailor goes ashore

The sailor goes ashore.

the night in the hallway paled into a yellowish screen
showing a black movie, 1963
A time machine of memories sent him back to the years
to meet people long since gone.
A family at the dinner table of people he knew too well
the shadow of his 125 years old father was not there
nectar drinking Colibri

ashore at last

Ashore at last

The night in the hallway paled into a yellowish screen
showing a black movie, ca 1963
A time machine of memories sent him back to the years 
to meet people long since gone.
A family at the dinner table of people he knew too well 
the shadow of his 125-year-old father was not there
nectar drinking Colibri exotic as

Crushing Ashore

Come…
Like the ray of hope
An oasis amid the mirage
Bring back your rivulets
Inside my desert! 
Spoonful of water
Caring tears! 

Come…
Like the rainbow 
In to the thickening twilight.
Let the smiling moon 
Dance on the lips.
Where two eyes-
Singing in joy,
Dazzling vibes 
With passionate dreams

Come…
Like the sea waves
Crushing ashore
Roaring midnights into the veins
Like the woman in love
©SriSuvro

I'll Always Remember You From Ashore

I'll Always Remember You From Ashore

I'll forever look out at the sea
And see you waving
And though I like what I see
I could never ride your waves
Like a seal
I could never undress my feelings for you
Because you had ... so many other seals
The ebb and flows
The low tides
It caught me just in time
More than you'll ever

mariner ashore

The Mariner ashore

the night in the hallway paled into a yellowish screen
showing a black&white movie ca 1963
A time machine of memories sent him back to the years 
to meet people long since gone.
A family at the dinner table of people he knew too well 
the shadow of his 125 years old father, was not there
nectar

A Boy Goes Ashore

A boy and shore leave

The 15 years old boy was standing on the poop deck of an old
tank ship late at night looking up to the millions of stars over The Red Sea.
His job was to clean pots and pans in the galley ruled over by a cook
who hated the world and everybody in it.
The

Ashore

Dawn arrives in a dark widow’s shawl.
A hard sea rubs raw
the knuckled bones of the shore.

The first thing a sailor sees as he dreams of arrival
are the white hands. Sometimes the hands
are land marooned seagulls,
sometimes the hands are the open fists of the sea.

When in a stony village by the waves
he disembarks from the tossing

Most Precious

I can close my eyes,
It's weird how still you are the last thought on mind.
I say, 'you and me'
I say, ' still with you'
It's weird how I carry your name forward each and every passing day
Despite all conflicts
Most precious

I was an emotional high;
'Emotional high,' I said
My words not yours
Something you couldn't get off without experiencing
Whatever

I Sail Ashore a Silent War

I sail ashore a silent war

Shattered regret all the more
Angst sinks deep down ashore
Isolated like remnants of hatred to the core
Lonesome as a lazy lion in the streets of nothingness

And suddenly…
Sadness sweeps over me solemnly
Hushed sounds of revenge and envy sends vibes of virtuous vanity inside us all
Oceans between us and mountains among us
Rage rips

Washed Ashore

Washed ashore, fond memories of old;
       ours, as I stand, looking out to sea. 
    Recollections worth their weight in gold. 
    Abound, images my mind's eye can see. 
     Entranced; playfully carefree were we! 
   

Ashore At Baler

We go to one place via another
To do an activity and then leave
If we are allowed to do so

If we are not dead or burnt alive
Or heart stolen by a local gal
We go to this place from afar
Not expecting to be here

Or to do what we must
This is the way it is 
For when you're

Waves Ashore

The waters purl like a soft parade,
caressing the crudest of grains ashore,
with no straws nor barricades...
cascades a tribute to the bygone lore
who's song once sung but now no more.

Therein I lie where the wind is low,
and tranquility in all its keep i hold,
bequeath me slow...
as it does into me so it seeps,
words and whispers, forecasting

Green Turtle Comes Ashore

She is the heartbeat of her ancient mothers.
Fathoms slide from her shell as she shrugs
out of her oceanic space-suit.

She strokes laboriously 
through sand and a murderous gravity, 
head exploring ways.

Beyond the next dune
she will excavate a womb alien to her own.
A dug-out oven for the suns steady eye.

Already gulls cry and swoop. Eyes closed 
she

Ashore

margins stimulate and juxtapose
  edges greet with troubled, disturbing friction
  faraway forces exert influence and combine relentlessly
  how the Sun and Moon dance together about the planet Earth
  their grasping hands pull the tidal movement around the ocean
  caressing the shore beside the sea

  near the coast expectation rises

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