Best Buoyancy Poems
shallow is my regret
for a deeper sea of experience
fills me
on this I float
BUOYANCY
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A boat drifts softly, hull like a feathered whisper, tracing sky and sea.
In its wake, a gentle sigh—clarity in the vast blue.
Buoyant, I drift free, the weight of time slips away.
Crystal waters gleam. My thoughts thoughts dart like fish in the deep.
The boat softly sways. Joy, a vessel on this sea, carries me onward.
I sail forth, heart wide open, sailor of my own delight.
While I was searching a book to read in my old school
Today maybe changed somehow modernized,
There were lot of rooms,
With many of the destitute instant of books.
Anyway, however, I was swerved..
This is my own school why should I hesitate…
The swot ..like swingle …
You’re my SCHOOL.. Swivelled on you
Who could have changed you like this…?
Distorted…
I am completely distracted..
At least the basement may be kept..
I went on to search into, the basement
My goodness, my school, everything distorted…
.. recasted ..
My sweet heaven you distorted, I am distracted..
I want to see the smile of the portia’s yellow flower..
Where is the doorway? And door steps of margosa?
The premises, the sun kissing ground..
All for me unseen world?
There is suddenly landslide:
Divination , there is my teacher pulling me out, digging
The landslide that covered me, the teacher with a mammoty
I identified first teacher ever remembering.
Now the light, my teacher…!
Pursuit smile ..national uniform in white,
How sweet he is…
Archimedes` principle,
Eureka! he said,
buoyant force is same as weight.
* I know it`s funny but boredom just took over me during Physics class.
day dreams of a boy...
circling fish acting coy
stink bait to employ
Waves bring you from shore
the ocean is your new home
tides devour you.
Bright light so useful, suddenly goes off
Under great pressure for love to rebuff
Open challenge for living to be tough
Youthfulness, marred by emotional cough
And surrounded by most negative stuff
No need putting happiness in small cuffs
Cut skin, weary eyes, bruised head, life is rough
Yet to go low, all are not bad enough
Floating
on a warm, oceanic wave
Tropical drowsiness drifting,
eyelids falling into corral reef fantasies
Oyster blue dreams,
aquatic Atlantis awaiting
Deep billowy yearning
to reach the lost heart treasure buried
A smile glowing in the undercurrent shadows
has a cerulean luminosity
It draws my fetching mind
to the sea floor core
of your needful symbiotic design
Arising together to the surface
to greet the dawn sunlight
Buoyancy
is a SOS message in a bottle
resiliency
Oyster blue dreams
has opened up my heart
and swallowed all of my empty
This poem was inspired by
the talented poet Jannie Breedt's poem,
"Love Amputees"
cream rises to the top
a floater does as well...
Let us float in these moments...
Like clouds in the sky ;
Without worries or predicaments...
Without tears in the eye...!
Let us not think of tomorrow...
Nor brood on the bygone yesterday...
Transcending the shadows of sorrow...
Let us welcome the glee that comes our way....!
Let us pluck stars from the firmament....
And festoon the garden of our dreams...
Let us find the traces of enjoyment...
As we sail against Life's turbulent streams....!
There may be a thousand reasons to cry...
But let us delve deep to discover...
The one reason to smile before we die....
Because in the next moment, all of it can be over....!
I keep my eyes upright and close,
My hands far away,
My breath in a circle,
My words are gifted roses
From heart to heart,
Nose to nose, until the soul
Unfolds, open, melts and closes.
My words grow in a moment's season
Under the light of the tenderness and the
Breeze of the beauty and the reason,
Then, their seeds echo away.
I remember the Man from Atlantis from forty years ago
I watched his show when I was a kid
The man with webbed hands and feet swimming underwater
He was cool in his aquatic world
But I've an improvement
The Man from Atlantis needs a keel for better buoyancy
Just like a submarine
Increasing his amphibious abilities
Where he can effortlessly rise and fall
He needs a big fourteen inch nose
When it’s hard he rises
And when flaccid he falls
Other than aiding his nautical escapades the mermaids will love it
That’s if he can find out there to put it!
Other than sucking it off and doing a bit wank
And what of raunchy sex with fish?
Don’t go there coz it’s illegal
At least on land
Underwater, who cares if the Man from Atlantis is a fish fecker?
Who’s gonna stop him?
But he fecks many Red Commie CCCP corrupt turtles
They still don’t know who their daddy is
And thus are all still barstewards
There you have it
An improved the Man from Atlantis with his big black nose
Saving the world and pleasuring women and mermaids
Coming to a cinema near you soon
Who asked you to visit me?
Even though you are not the dearest!
Why did you appear in the moment,
when I waited to cherish.
Don't you have common sense or logic for your purpose.
How would I make you understand that you are not my Guest to host.
You bring despair in my world, however, I refill the hope.
An angel amidst to heaven and hell, blocking my senses
holding in darkness, hours together,
Arrayed the faith of buoyancy
Making a path to dream the prospect
And keeping the breath warm.
Hey unloving pain, relieve me from your arms of senseless -
Go rest in peace.
Sagy
this sensation
of footsteps
falling hollow
like shadows
buoyant on air
wingless
that i am
can't ground
this perception
of flight
tired
of this weight
stacked
against me
and struggled
little breaths
of life
sometimes
i wish
to close my eyes
and drift
endlessly
away
The rock is sinking
to the bottom of the pool,
making a ripple.