Best Atlantis Poems
~ATLANTIS~ Featuring:) Kelly Deschler
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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
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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,
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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.
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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~
Atlantis Lives
Transformed by time/ yet held in our hearts/
The truth we seek to be revealed by those who
Travelled before our time/ with hope preserved
In tomes unread/the ancient ones did tell of precious
Dreams and values deemed a right for all that passed
this way/shall once more see what poets knew to be
held fast in living truths/the strong shall share with
those most meek/ to build a life we all hold true and
seek the path as told before/pray not repeat the
wayward way that doomed before our planet
slept/fatigued by rules that vaulted greed above
the souls of you and me….
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Tribute to Carolyn Devonshire’s book “Colonizing Atlantis, The New Earth”
A wonderfully amazing journey through time, which has me believin!
With a stunning introductory poem by our friend, James A. Fraser, The Highlander!
Titled “Atlantis”
ATLANTIS BOUND (for Carolyn)
Why this urge to dream?
Why this boundless circular empty place in mind?
A need to shut one’s eyes?
Atlantis bound?
Donnellys and Cayces?
That great oceanic round?
As surely as life exists
As surely as mind’s invention
The hollow shall be filled
Where was nothing before
Those gadzillions of matter will come together
Will fuse sightless together
The roar of steel will fill the streets
Or only the plick of a plastic chip but
It comes together
Atlantis bound
Past the Gates of Hercules
Deep deep drowned
Ubar, you are elusive and evasive.
Pushing the sands of time toward other places
Hiding in the bowels of your comfortable spot
Deep within the stomach of the southern Arabian sands
Wabar, you are secretive and secluded
Choosing to linger below the surface,
Almost impossible to discover,
Gloating in your ethereal resting place.
Iram, you are intriguing and enticing
Keeping yourself alive in legends and myths
Enticing my imagination as I imagine scooping you out
And discovering frankincense deep below the Arabian Desert.
jagged heart hidden
behind hazelnut stone
wicked riddles rolling
inside angelic lips,
petite powerful tongue
connect our souls
my milian, mermaid
princesses don’t belong
under water forever;
even angels rebel
A collaboration with Linda (Poet Destroyer)
Atlantis
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 land 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
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Linda, I just wanted to say thank you for allowing me to write this awesome poem
with you. I truly appreciate all of the support that you have given me since I have been here. It is sad to see such a talented poet leaving the Soup.
You are one of my favorites, and I will miss you very, very much, Linda.
Always & Forever, Kelly
ATLANTIS - The Lost Continent
There once was a fifth continent, known as Atlantis. Is it fact
or fiction ? Well that is for everyone to decide. In the
early beginning of modern times there was Atlantis, an
advanced civilisation, that had moonstone crystals and used
them for suppling heat for everyone, larger crystals had the
power to destroy the world, the scientist realised this and
wanted to protect their secret, but the King and his astrologers
found out about this from spies in the kingdom, they were
planning a conquest of the new world and would travel past
the pillars of Hercules to invade and to take control of the free
world. As their plans were to unfold, the volcanoes were starting
to erupt with anger as they had enraged the gods with their
evil intentions, as they were all ready for there conquest
the volcanoes erupted and people were in panic and tried to
flee Atlantis, by this time the island was starting to sink
beneath the waves. The evil king and his men were swamped
by hot lava and ash and were choking on the fumes as the
beautiful cities of Atlantis was doomed. After a short time
the few boats that did escape moved into the distance
the refugees were all looking at the destruction of the once
proud city of Atlantis. Atlantis is now gone as it sinks into
the depths of the ocean. Years later it would be well
remembered as Atlantis, - the lost continent.
Unlike a sunken ship at sea.
Legend speaks the lost tales of
Atlantis
Supernatural, voices from the deep,
Devil's triangle
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I wrote this purely on my gut feeling
based on the expression of an
example below
like a drunk asleep at a party.
Ancient
Greek — the language seemed to be
made for Sapphics,
not a worry; anyone used to English
finds it a bastard.
In Neptune’s lair
she rests eternal.
The legacy of failure
chipped into her stone facade.
Plato knew her, as a child and
depicted her visage in words.
Like the south,
she will rise again
or so said Cayce.
From a silvery abyss
she will resurface…
the queen of an ancient Republic.
The story of her children,
will not be forever lost.
From black oil and radiation,
she will belch forth her ancients.
God does not destroy his children;
they destroy themselves quite
sufficiently, along with everything else.
Wisdom, with time and change,
builds its own library.
blueprints secreted away will be revealed;
for now, Neptune is a vigilant librarian.
Human life is finite;
badly flawed.
On point-of-order,
over-fracked earth,
will belch up a lost continent.
Invisible bones…fossils,
by no means, prove fiction.
Secrets are always revealed;
impossible to hide, forever.
Denial is the practice of fools and
it eventually, devours them.
The extinct will resurface,
as do human deeds and mis-deeds.
Philosophers and visionaries will shout warnings
unheard, by the ethically deaf.
Probability freaks
suppress growth and truth,
only for a while.
Science wears its
self-limiting, blinders too proudly.
When we ignore the past,
it returns to haunt us…
how many times must we split the atom,
before Gaia’s obliterated?
A successful Republic, will never properly thrive,
on the ignorance of greed and prides overkill.
Before the inchoative formation of bygone days, before time's transposing and
infantile sands,
Before the engulfing deluge covered our quixotic shores,
Whence the awakened were dreamers bestriding upon night's fuliginous sands,
Too late did our vaticinators previse deluded by knowledge's eldritch doors,
Of Lemuria and Mu, once reigning over the eastern climes,
As the deceitful dancers sway to notes execrable,
For their perspicacious chanters mumbling over antediluvian rhymes,
The Brobdingnagian power untethered to
crystalline pyramids, prodigious and incredible,
As these inimical dreams descend upon me under a Carib sky,
My fevered mind stalwart to this time begins its empyrean dance,
Into the measureless currents of sleep I fly,
A boundary broken limitless by words unspoken beyond time's cyclopean expanse,
How could a sole entity depict the wafting citadels of eternal electrum, titanium and
true gold,
Of the pellucid towers commanding the salient aether,
Antecedent portals from a vanished race bending time
traversing beyond spaces cold,
Tamers of the bestial winds, riders upon Gaea's gifts we savor,
Too late, did we realize our epoch was at a cataclysmic end,
Further and farther did our dreamers seek the surreptitious places,
A astral vibration inside to the diamond chamber I ascend,
In this ageless sepulcher Neath Atlantis dreaming for the fall
borne Wormwood beyond cosmic spaces.
THIS LIFE OF MANY ILLUSIONS,
DILUTION OF TRUTH,
AND HOLOGRAM DECEPTION.
THE TRIUMPH AND TRAGEDY
OF EXPERIENCE AND
THE DUALITY OF THIS DIMENSION,
LEAD US WONDERING IF WE WILL
FIND OUR WAY TO TRUTH.
WHAT IS BEYOND SPACE AND TIME?
OUR TRUE IDENTITY LIES BEYOND THE
CONSTRAINTS OF THIS HOLOGRAPHIC UNIVERSE.
WE WILL FIND OUR WAY OUT OF THE
MANIPULATION MAZE,
CHANGE OUR BEHAVIORS,
AND EMBRACE LIFE FOR THE FREEDOM OF HUMANITY.
WE ARE THE BEINGS OF ATLANTIS,
IMMORTAL AND TRANSCENDENT,
OF THIS PHYSICAL PLANE OF EXISTENCE.
WE DO NOT BELONG TO THIS SLAVERY OF EXISTENCE,
BUT TO A TRANSCENDENT EXPRESSION OF IMMORTALITY.
Written By, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
August 2014
Far beneath fathom's kept, where the dead men,
Dare not speak of forgotten kingdom's hidden deep,
Under waves chilling currents, in the aquatic blues,
Burial zone.
Behind seaweeds thickened greenery, and corals
Reefs decorative stealth.
An ancient mystery's truth lies undiscovered,
Pull back times curtain reveal a world turned up,
Side down.
Once a utopian society lived, bathed in the
Warmth of the sun.
Shinning by brilliance light aglow in
Architectural marvel.
Civilization’s corner stone, etched with
Diversity's trade mark.
Idealism in perfection orderly form,
Pictured framed amongst ,
Legend's greatest mysteries left unsolved,
Yet it intrigues us.
A vast landscape spanning the horizon,
Wealth's golden city.
Built brick by brick on sheer strength,
Of will power and intelligence intellect.
A crown jewel of the ancient world but,
It's existence has tarnished with age,
Entering the realm of long ago,
Mythological legendary myth.
But fortune's favor draws fates attention,
Leaving unto follies end result greed's lust,
Deception’s cruelty, and slavery’s injustice.
The god's have little mercy for humanity’s,
Sinister darker side,
And cast a titan's krackan to sly the
Wickedness there in.
Destruction landfall hit Atlantis head on,
An eerie twilight’s hour destiny’s four winds,
Did scream why have you forsaken,
Your children thus so.
No wraith's compassion could eliminate,
Sorrows heavy burden to bare.
A nation, a continent wiped from the face
Of the earth, without leaving a trace vaporized,
In a instant.
Storytellers epically write words, telling of
Legacy's lost paradise.
It's valuable theology speaks volumes knowledge,
Of lessons to be learned so not as to,
Be repeated again.
In the devil triangle may it rest in peaceful slumbers,
Dreaming state.
Until history's reawakening calls it name once more.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
At the Atlantis Resort in the Bahamas,
Souper poets are drinking Bahama Mamas.
Casino games are set aside every night
as Soupers take the stage to read poems they write.
Ladies dress up as mermaids and men as sailors,
not outfits that can be found at Lord and Taylor’s.
With many applause breaks and standing ovations,
attendees are inspired to share verse creations.
The thrill of conventions can’t be understated;
members have personal encounters long awaited.
Masks will fall from some who chose anonymity --
no avatars stifle their sociability.
A winged warrior and silent one are revealed
as all members’ true identities are unsealed.
No longer will there be conflict on the Soup site;
when we meet people, we’re obliged to treat them right.
With plans for another gathering underway,
adversaries’ best qualities are on display.
Vows to interact online as they do in person
are pledged by all Soupers without any coercion.
Conventions like this serve such a worthy purpose
and some long-lasting friendships are sure to surface.
*March 15, 2019
For Line’s Soup Convention contest
ATLANTIS RISES
After 7000 years old Atlantis alluva sudden come up yesterday
Popped up – skinny end first – like a cork
No time ta think o’ displaced water tidal waves all that stuff
Shot up not a periscope o’ warnin’ ner nothin’
Saucer strip in plain sight
Climbed so many miles in the sky a drippin’ like mad
And belly-flopped right where they said it useta be
Scared hell outa 10,000 boy scouts at Disney World
Gotta be one o’ tha best danged things ever happened to the east
coast what with the shows all movin’ ta Californee.
OLD ATLANTIS
THERE SHE FLOATS
THERE SHE BE BOY
THAR SHE BLOWS!
They dispatched a team o’ guys from Wood’s Hole right away
Claimed her right away fer the old U S of A
That Plato he weren’t no dumbbell
He knew
Oughta eerect a statchew right on Poseidon’s front lawn in front o’
the Grand Canal.
I didn’t see all this ya know
Onlyest seen what’s in the mornin’ paper
Front page pitchers o’ them muddy mountains and a tanker use ta
be sittin’ on the ocean floor.
Well golldang! They’re gonna put up a big mewseeum so’s as
folks kin git a good look so’s they kin touch all that crust
stuff.
What with the ice caps a meltin who knows folks may be
movin back to old Atlantis
Wouldn’t ya know it now folks is a talkin’ bout a place called
Mu
I tell ya…………………………………..
Quick snap of my heels and through a time warp I fell
To a place that Plato had written about so well
In a lost continent I emerged safe and sound
Gilded architecture and pyramids did surround
Now having traveled back more than ten thousand years
My request was granted as my eyes filled with tears.
For I knew the grandeur of Atlantis would fall
Succumbing in the last Ice Age to a sea wall
Bronze-skinned natives were working, scurrying about
And of what was to come, they were clueless, no doubt
A society comprised of rulers and slaves
Would soon find their homes beneath the Atlantic waves
There were ships in a harbor about to set out
Each vessel was headed for a different route
Some soon embarked for the nearby African shore
But many sailed west on a great quest to explore
I knew a new continent awaited brave men
These ancestors of the Native American
I tried to make contact with thousands left on shore
Knowing mountains on their land would be the Azores
Few would survive as the Polar Cap melted down
Their villages would become undersea ghost towns
Although I saw them clearly, they didn’t see me
I could not warn them of what they couldn’t foresee
Another click of my heels and I soared to the skies
The only witness to Atlantis’s demise
Their technology now scatted throughout the Earth
In Egypt, the Americas, it found rebirth
Its very existence, debated many years
For it had left behind just a few souvenirs
The Bimini Road and underwater cities
Fuel interests of historical committees
*Entry for Michael Falotico’s “Close your eyes and click your heels” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire