Best Castaway Poems
Castaway love
Slipped on the slope of mistaken disorder
Whispered my love in the palm of her hand
Watched as she waved from a ship near the border
Standing alone in a cavern of sand
Covered myself with a dune formed of sorrow
Dropped every anchor I held in the past
Counted the tides that would be my tomorrow
Took one more breath soon to become my last
Swam for a distance to uncharted places
Treading the waters of deepest despair
Wishing on stars sent to fill empty spaces
Keeping it secret for fear I might share
Drowning in seas of my heartbroken questions
Gasping for air in the night sky above
Searching for hope in amongst the suggestions
Lost in the shadows of castaway love
Warm summer breeze touching the palms
Two bodies entangled on a hidden beach
The moon enhanced by the Southern Cross
The depths of our souls within our reach
The scent of ocean, the taste of coke and rum
The sand between my toes as we walk through the night
The sight of a sailboat dancing on the water
Caribbean blue touching the sand so white
Untouched by progress, kissed by the Gods
Deserted yet so full of life it seems
I call your name and reach out for you
Tears fill my eyes for my castaway dreams.
After Derek Walcott’s Poem
We have this in common
Sandy spit
Empty hours to walk alone
Needing to find use
For the forgotten
In the eyes of other people
Washed up
Softens all tones
To sandblasted blue glass
Eyes, drawn out toward sky
The driftwood branch has stars
Or rafts toward uncertain lands
Toward a fire pit nest
where paper cups makes castles
and feathers, a reedy sail
for those whose wings
have fluttered far and long
and settled down
on a temporary, final beach.
Silent in a sturdy mountain shelter, she scribed
About the castaway who lived in her mind
Worn rebel looks, tall and slender
Flaxen hair, blue jeans and leather
Sunburned by life's storms, weathered
One golden day his soft blue eyes found a life renewed
Instant passion stirred, woes of a battered past blurred
Until reckless fate crashed the still ocean breeze
And threw him away into turbulant seas
Now cast aside on different paths
In silence, she scribes at the hourglass
While counting each grain of sand
She longs to sleep, marooned
On his eternal island
Over the horizon,
on distant shores
lies my message in a bottle
cast askew on the beach
with other remnant memories
and hopes in tatters scattered
strewn among the drift wood debris
dead soldier memories lying face down
castaway sailor survivor sobs long gone,
in the debris fields of dead memories, silent
On distant shores
turtles hatch
alligators bask in the sun
seagulls argue and caw
fishermen love just being there
stranded cockles ooze under for cover
waves surge up and run out
tides rise and ebb
surfers smile, turn and head back out
ghosts of lovers walk the beach hand in hand
cries of kids playing echo in the splash and hiss of waves
kites ply the skies
pearly shells beckon beach-combers
cuttlefish and seahorse skeletons stark white
buried in the flotsam and jetsam
wood debris worn smooth and bleached
smelly old seaweed dried-out leathery
action aplenty, memorabilia.
On distant shores
the hiss and roar of waves
the glare of the sun
the coming and going of the sand
moved in drifts by wind and wave
drowns out all the memories
cast ashore as debris and litter
on a graveyard shore
where fresh footprints are washed away
where lingering wanderers
see, feel, touch and taste in the moment
but where no one hears
the stories locked away
in the debris fields of dead memories, silent.
If stranded on a tropical island
and could have but 3 things,
I would choose,
A knife.
A box of matches.
And a Walmart.
I speak
to you in
verses, fencing
for my life
From the crevasses of
my shaken
soul come about lost
voices I neglected
to hear, fragments
of piercing awareness I
inadvertently
forgot, deranged
feelings wrapped around my
throat like
a silk scarf forcing
me to breathe deliberately, disorganized
nonsense pouring
out of my buzzing
brain sweeping
away everything
I believed
certain.
Chunks of lucid
thoughts emerge braving
the weather, survivors
in a stormy
ocean of overwhelm
I am left
stranded
among the bewildering
remains of an inner
shipwreck wondering how much
of it you too
can see.
In Truth I say no castaway No castaway in deed
For on this day no castaway be castaway for me
My soul shall I pour no more let not a out a single drop
For the well run not dry as long as the river flows but the rivers flow has stopped
So take my hands my dear friends and lovers
And think on whatever is good whatever is kind
Whatever is pure whatever is fine
Whatever is yours whatever is mine
Whatever is true and if you shall find a drop of love left in you heart then please castaway
castaway that drop of love for me
Castaway :-
Long day…longer it gets…
with no hand at a distance,
grey skies, with glimpses of clouds
that traverse together, like a bound existence.
far off, in the sultry fields
a raw sight, of a damsel,
a women…or a helpless maiden
hardly could anyone tell.
dry eyes, with a wry smile,
and a piece of black drape,
it was all, that she wore..
to hide her visage, from people’s gape..
thin frame, and ghastly feet,
copper-like rough strands,
but face, with a rare angelic cut,
wearing paleness, she walked, in a trance..
barely there, but starkly felt,
from within a distance, of her feet
her riches…that she firmly held,
some rags…and a piece of paper…old but neat.
Wandering, in those, smothered lands…
She trailed on…over miles of sights...
a faith, in someone, and the words he spoke,
kept her going…through days and nights…
as the fiery sun, with the glistening moon,
And the melting snow of the glaciers,
Months came…and passed…like a blink
And our lady was seen…lesser and lesser...
Winter ushered, with its full vigor,
Painting those parched lands, with its charm,
Untainted and pure it looked, as a sacred hymn,
Sung by a preacher, like a soulful psalm.
One such misty morn, as it was to be…
Blades of grass…still fresh with dews,
Wrapped in the pall, of countless blossoms,
There she lay, cold and stiff, in the morning hues…
Aged enough, when the day was,
Folks came…with melancholy on minds,
Someone saw, a thing, subtly hidden…
A letter it was, one of her riches, of good ol‘times.
It smelled of nothing, but selfless love,
That she bore, in her bosom, for her man,
Who promised, taking her along, upon his return,
The fateful letter, said it all, in a leaf’s span…
Tears weren’t enough, to mourn her loss,
All who came, knew it too well,
She came with nothing, but left with a lot,
Her memoirs, too poignant, stayed like a witch’s spell.
Buried she was, in heart of the earth,
As a dead log, that rots in the backyard,
Harsh a message, her death did foster,
That, people truly ‘fall’, in love, like a pack of cards…
As Mother Nature, has always had it,
Another long day, came to an end,
The world went on swiftly, on all its fours,
Camouflaging itself, with a blissful ignorance...
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At last I have been cast away...
You've set your sight on newer shore.
My sail's right at half mast today
and there might stay forever more
Though in the past you shone for me,
at last I have been cast away...
Lost in the dark, alone at sea,
tossed like a stone into the bay
You promised you would not betray
but I was made to walk the plank.
At last I have been cast away,
while you take shade upon the bank
So now the anchor that you drew
you think you took too fast aweigh...
Go sink your hook in someone new,
at last. I have been. - Cast away!
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A mom tucked in her child one night
In bliss he fell asleep
Her horror grew at day’s first light
She could not help but weep
A changeling lay in her son’s place
With wings, large hooves and tail
She scorned the babe who sought embrace
“Lord, curse the troll,” she wailed
For in the night a being crept
Through her New Jersey home
A fiend was left as she had slept
A gift from Satan’s gnome
Her handsome son, such envy sparked
Now resting in a troll’s domain
The changeling’s face by Satan marked
And love she could not feign
This curse she felt was envy pure
She could not bear its sight
A hateful child she’d not endure
Such scorn did he ignite
To Mother Leeds this thirteenth child
Became a castaway
It flew into the pines reviled
And to this day seeks prey
*Based on the legend of the New Jersey Devil.
Changelings are infants that are replaced overnight
by devilish imps from trolls or elves according to Irish legend.
Entry for the “Creepy Irish Creatures” contest.
dark water restrains
coconut tree reflections
I dream of pizza
Glue together
Flu barretta
Sick sorry sad soul
Alone in my bones
Castaway island moon
Crying at me dying whilst the suns sighing
And birds flying
Broken chair broken pieces
Glue me
Together
Fix me then send me out on a
Boat to flee to sea away from
Self destruction
Into the storm to journey
For a better life on the otherside
Of the world
As I stand upon the shore
Waving goodbye without belief
A mixture of emotions
Churns away into the sea
I'm happy that your pain is gone
The pressure has been relieved
But you have no idea, what it's doing to me
Lift a sullen anchor
Climb out of the foamy sea
Navigate to a life
Better than there is for me
Castaway on the ocean
Sail into my dreams
The memories of you,
won't be enough for me
Living with salty regrets
The tears that I have shed
Piecing this life back together
Isn't as easy as they said
Treading water around me,
Can't find a single clue
What I'm looking for, or where I'm going
When all I need in this world is you
Tangled in the seaweed
Strands of dread and doubt
Am I strong enough to carry this weight
Or should I sail with you now
Take me to where you're going
Under this fiery setting sky
Take me to a place without woe,
and leave these people behind
Lift a sullen anchor
Climb out of the foamy sea
Navigate to a life
Better than there is for me
Castaway on the ocean
Sail into my dreams
The memories of you,
won't be enough for me
Deserted upon this shore
Stranded with the pain
A castaway that will remain,
until I can climb aboard
But I'm happy that your pain is gone
And for that I am relieved
Sail away alone now,
and don't look back for me
Castaway
Lost in a cutthroat world
Yearning for mother's
Bosoms full of
My nourishing milk