Bahamian Poems | Examples

I Am Orange

I am orange
like the sunset
on
our Bahamian sunset
always melting your heart
with my blissful sun
blazing
with rays
glowing
with
the radiant
but
passionate
intensity
I hold for you

Library Adventure

An Evening In Guanima
Bahamian Anthology
West Indian Poetry
Climbing Clouds
Longman Atlas
Welcome To The Bahamas
Island Boy
The Pearl
Moby Dick
Old Man and The Sea
Out Island Doctor
Devotions For The Beach 
Bahamas In Black and White
Island of The Blue Dolphins
Chicken Soup For The Beach Lovers
and Ocean Lovers Soul
I love the adventures 
of an underwater library

Who Am I

I am 
a believer in the gospel of Jesus Christ
a redeemed child of The King
an enthusiast of end time prophecies
a patriotic Bahamian
a lover of Rake and Scrape, Junkanoo, Goombay and Calypso
a September baby
a beach lover
an ocean lover
a nature addict
an environmentalist
a lover of coconuts
a tour guide
a time traveler
a sports fan
a poetess
a storyteller
a nature photographer
a comedian
an innovator
a philosopher
an artistic genius
and a tourism enthusiast

Inner Frankenstein

They call me the poetic master
a genius storyteller
writing poetry
channels the inner Frankenstein in me
with a simple press of a key
in each rhyme and stanza:

I can craft a lucid love story
into a dynamic Romeo and Juliet tale!

I can craft a smooth nature poem
into an oil painting of figurative language!

I can craft a facile poem of Bahamian nationalism
into a rejuvenated national anthem!

I can craft a plain tribute to persons I admire
like producing life like clones from rented samples of their DNA !

I can even craft a vague comedic poem
into a skit on Saturday Night Live !

Conch Sound

Conch Sound
the garden of North Andros
the place where my father's navel string lay
The settlement sits on the vicinity of the waterfront
with old Bahamian vessels piloted by One Eyed Jacob
drifting across the sea winds
while it's calm blue hole calmly sleeps
on the pillow of the ocean


The land has a multitude of
healthy, growing trees and saplings
bearing mangoes, coco plums
coconuts and star fruits
the fruits of their labor


We can cross the creek near Johnson's Hill
with caution at low tide
passing through the tranquil kingdom
of the mangroves
red, white, black and buttonwood
to take a view of the old cemetery
the testing place of my ancestors from long ago
submerged in multitudes of sand grains

Favorite Color

An offspring born
from a marriage between
the shades of blue,  green and white
you are the universal language
of the seven seas
and the most significant color
on our national  flag
You represent a peace of mind
and every strand of my being
as a passionate Bahamian
in the only place
I have ever called home

Bahamian-That's Who I Am

Born in a country that is a paradise,
Free to worship God as we please,
Free to express our mind by any means,
Determined to foster democracy for all.

Taught the value 'everyone counts',
No matter what creed, color, or race,
Lending a hand is what we are about,
Living at peace with neighborly love.  
 
Enjoying our rich, unique, and diverse culture,
Feasting on its smorgasbord of aphrodisiac delights,
Possessing a rhythm that can not be beaten,
Pulsating sounds of goatskin drums evoking dance.

Learned from our forefathers the wisdom of life,
Practice dedication, sacrifice, and courage with love,
Is the key to open doors which leads to success,
Who am I? Bahamian, that is who I am.

Sailboats At Regatta - By Hendrith Smith

Sailboats at Regatta
bob and weave
play and sway
like feathers on the currents of the air
on a springtime morning. 

Hand carved champions of the sea
engineered to outsail some other
brothers, friends and fathers all aboard
more than ready.

Hoing through the motions
open ocean bound
toward a blue horizon
and fearless - full of faith, only
in what wind may take them far, fast
as cheerful souls on shore
say goodbye.

- a poem by Hendrith Vanlon Smith Jr

Pachy,Pachy,Pachyderm

PACHY ,PACHY PACHYDERM
by 
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



I own a little ranchette, ftve acres, more or less
With a two storey colonial, gorgeously dressed
With a wrap around balcony on the second floor
With a large rose garden. Who could ask for more?
Green Bahamian shutters, with walls oyster white
The ultimate luxury for any upscale suburbanite

Did I mention the pool, with a three meter board
Or the alpine garage, where my two cars are stored
The manicured lawns and evenly trimmed hedges
A small pond, washed stones, over hanging ledges
A pure white gazebo in a french colonial style
Encircled by interlocked magenta colored tile

Near the corner there’s hundred year old elm tree
Only thing missing is someone to share this with me

Miss Bahamian Culture

Miss Bahamian Culture
a woman who pledges loyalty
to put Bahama land from the time
she was conceived out of the womb


Miss Bahamian Culture
a woman who sheds the blood
of gold, black and aquamarine
straight from her veins
as she wakes up each morning
to the pulsing beat of Goombay drums
and cowbell singing in her ears


Miss Bahamian Culture
a woman who is a true cultural icon
always clothed in either Androsia Print
a costume of cardboard and crepe paper
or gold, black and aquamarine attire
from head to toe


Miss Bahamian Culture
a woman who is a pure nationalist
who always remember where her navel string was buried
in her place of birth and tropical sanctuary
regardless of where she travels in the world
whether it be in Miami, Cuba, Japan or Vancouver

The Bahama Islands, Our Tropical Paradise

The Bahama Islands, our tropical paradise
the apple in eyes of the Caribbean
the place of my birth
like the planet Saturn camouflaged
in sun, sand and sea!

The Bahama Islands, our tropical paradise
the archipelago we all love 
from Grand Bahama, 
Abaco, Exuma to Inagua
a sanctuary where summer vacations 
and island hopping are endless! 

There is an abundance of activity 
for Bahamians and tourists can all enjoy
Junkanoo, Goombay Fest and Pineapple Fest
buying Androsia Print 
and scuba diving in The Dean's Blue Hole! 

The Bahama Islands, our tropical paradise
I'm very proud to be a loyal Bahamian
with your balmy coconut trees
and your tropical white sandy beaches
you are God's gift to the tourism industry!

Beholder

She walked along the warm and salty beaches of a Bahamian dream, while the radiance of the suns kiss danced on her honey baked skin quickly painting a caramel hue of beauty. She illustrated the kind of beauty that his wonderings were just surreal of the real queen he crowned. She was not the usual epitome of the beholder, but in his eyes, she permeated his soul that soaked through every space once filled with fantasies of melancholy that were nightmares of a dream. She restored his happiness that was void but had been resurfaced by her glorious existence.
 Now he did not quite showcase the handsomeness of the handsome but in her eyes he caught the salty streams that walked down her face many times but now exhibiting hope of despairs fear of joy and peace of a piece of his lost but resuscitated heart. With future wonderings, they are their personal personnel of the task, job hired by the almighty of heavenly white without any shades of pink slips between iridescent fingers entangled as one beautiful piece of lace that laces their hearts.  Their destiny is only determined by an infinite possibility of infinity that may be…or not.

Truth

I'm a high strung girl
From two different worlds
Fiery and passionate
That's my Cuban one
Sassy and mischievous 
The Bahamian sun
Guys call me opinionated
But I'm just liberated!
I'm a nice person
Once you get to know me
Few though, ever see me clearly
A "sarcastic jerk" they say
They're lucky that I turn and walk away
"Vengeance is God's"
I mumble
If I were you I'd stumble
I speak my mind
Don't keep it all inside
Sorry if you find
That troubling
The truth hurts
That's what's worst
But you see
Sometimes they respect me
After all, isn't honesty the best policy?
Now mind you it's rare
Not everyone gets my charming flare
But it's the ones that do
That I care for too
And if it's any comfort to you
I think it's quite uncouth
To never tell the truth!

Merengue Moon

The bouncing beat

Of merengue music 

At the beach bar pulses

Across the Bahamian bay

On a mellow breeze, 

Calling to the palms 

As they sway their arms

To the night rhythm, 

Inviting them into a dance 

With the full blue beams 

That tiptoe across the dark water

Eager to step onto the white expanse

Lit by the bright disco ball overhead

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