Best Adrift Poems

Placid rain gently kisses unblemished windows
as leaves fall in an Autumn breeze.
In the distance cinereal clouds congregate,
converging upon the city's royal citadel.

Oblivious to the storm, adrift in cultural fiction
she sits immersed from the ambience
of the scent of new leaves.

Hypnotised - tranquil words enchant her mind,
as...

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Walking upon silent parched paths,
under speechless scarlet skies.
Your name sits upon the tip of my tongue,
listening to the susurration of my heart.
Each vibration echoes tones of lament,
conflicted by the principles of time.

Adrift in the midst of gladness and sadness,
in a plot without a twist, lost...

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In quest to find respite and solitude
I drift on the light of an amber sea
It's there I pray in words of gratitude
for a life that's blessed with serenity

Riding on waves where only peace prevails
gently lulled to sleep by swells as they crest
Tropic winds flirt with...

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                             Oh moon, with your many moods,
          ...

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Adrift in this vast,
empty sea. Silent,
save for the beckoning call
of  distant gulls,
your only friend. And 
the makeshift mast and sail is
uselessly flaccid.

And beneath,
concealed
by the dangling sway, 
of muddy-
moss-green ribbons of waving kelp,
is the dark murk
of unknown depths.

Then the wind 
panics,
arousing your sail and
it swells...

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Alone for for now driffting apon the sea.
You stayed at the shore.
Cause you never found comfort  in someone like me.

The sunset is empty when your alone.
Worthless is the kingdom.
When no one is willing to share the 
throne.

I was your clown when in shadows I...

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All these lonely people
secluded
drifting
in parallel worlds
of isolation
that never intersect

If only they could find each other
somehow converge and 
burst the bubbles of separation

Living in unrelated
universes of emptiness
find ways to heal each other
within their surreal nothingness
fixated on the past
stop choosing to
ignore the whole big world 

If all...

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I ponder my existence beyond the breakers,
Navigating depth’s perils past shallows of youth.
Will I rise with the tides and lift up those near me,
Or will I drift along unanchored by the truth?

Avoiding a solo Melville-penned fate, or wreck,
Depends on my “see man” skills and good...

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As raindrops grace my windowpane,
My thoughts return to you again;
Beneath those cliffs of 'Evermore',
That morn along that rocky shore.

My mind ablaze, in that old flame,
As raindrops grace my windowpane;
Beneath those veils of silver mist,
Drenched in the bliss, of that first kiss.

Lost lover to that ocean's...

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This boat is full
a vessel overflowing
     a shoal 
     afloat
in bitter mist 

Dream boy, dream—
     drab gloom
          sunlight on your husk;
   ...

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As I sailed in a small ivory sailboat
on crystal blue waters. 

The wind gently blew through my 
mahogany hair.

Next, I saw dolphins doing backflips 
out of the water causing a ripple
effect. 

Then as I sailed some more I saw 
a school of rainbow fish swimming...

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Hauntingly explicit, plighted
  in yesterday's cloaked mystery,
wafting as whispers through
 wistfully grayed memories on dimly 
          recalled moonlit indulgences,
winding imprecise hazy endings
    beyond darkly covert horizons

 love isn't blind, it's persistently unsighted...

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You are adrift
In my ocean thoughts
Your mouth is a current
I am swept under...

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it leaps as if another world was dawning 
  
My smile fills a cavern of emptiness
left to carry the loss of you 
  
I see 
Reflections only of 
Pure Loveliness 
  
Silk strokes of heaven   
Smooth 
Curves surround my void...

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The Ancient Mariner’s Fate
 
Eternally doomed adrift
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Mariner repeats his 
Story over and over now.

A sad soul in true agony
Incomprehensible
His heart now dry as dust
To his fate he must bow.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 3, 2018 (Double Dactyl)...

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