Best Coral Poems
Dusk seeps lapis
The horizon looms in blood and coral
Crows emerge from peacock plumes
shrieking caws of darkness
wings flap their incessant onyx
Talon wounds of starlight
multiply and meld
into the coming day
the cover of night perforated
into salmon blooms and cornflowers
6/9/17
10,000 people gathered on the beach that day
as he entered the stage wearing sandals he'd say,
"WOW! look at YOU come to lend a hand"
Then he grabbed his guitar to strike up his band
Ten thousands strong held their drinks in the air
in hopes to raise money for the Gulf Oil scare
The Sun was his strobe light, speakers the same
Today is the day they all shout Jimmy's name!
But far above the crowd the choppers did film
while boats bobbed at sea just looking at him
for he'd travelled the world though mostly by boat
His love of the Sea meant a stick that could float
Yes there were women, wine, stogies and beer
along with his reefers he'd never known fear
Though quite famous his words as you see,
"If the phone doesn't ring. . . . it's me!"
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wVHKBMrPi7U
Murmur ambience above the endless
horizon freewheel briny breeze filled sea.
Nascent movements from their shells come to be
unfurled winks, life beating hearts is timeless.
Calm hums over the ocean and appease
the emotional storm; where bright blue sky
meets the indigo sea, cap speechify
sea foam waves roll into shore shortly ease
before moving back into the sea depth.
With a deep breath of woven weariness
emerge with no utter rebuff weakness
white salt spray in its size and greatest breadth.
Gems of life marine mammals, coral, fish,
turtles, seabirds, rays, octopus, and starfish.
8/13/2019
Poetry Contest: 'Your best sonnet July-December 2019'
Sponsored By: John Hamilton
Cascade of colors swirls in a fishy maze,
a tank of topicals swim the watery haze;
as a plastic diver opens his treasure,
what's inside is strictly his pleasure.
Tetra's dream of tasty bites
Swordtails dine to their delight;
albino Catfish sweeps the gravel,
as bright corals do bedazzle.
As bright guppies wiggle, wriggle
and Goldfish's fins flow in a jiggle;
a black Molly races by the snails,
as a tiny crab scurries up the ship's sail.
It's a color-wonderland behind the glass;
flowing in and out of the guppy grass.
Under
sky and tides
of blue and dark
swaying inside fast
whirlpools, falling stars,
of shoals of shimmering scales
I become a coral garden
Here I will rest
Here I will smile
Between my fingers little
fish will swim,
create a home, forage
for food. At night
starlight caresses
to sleep.
Here I will rest.
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May 11, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
vivid spectacle
the beauty of coral reefs ~
optic masterpiece
low tide
dawn's golden shimmer reveals
a coral reef
People always ask we
What's the square root of 100
Honestly I don't know
probably like 20 or somesh=t
Blot this glassy water
With clotted blood;
Dive down, screaming;
Wish upon a starfish;
Stretch my gills and make them lungs;
Make me man, not manta;
Wipe the seaweed from my lips;
Save me, tangled, from your coral.
I have never seen the coral reefs,
Yet I am certain
It is a barrier,
Cuts the flesh of drowning sailors,
And is as deadly pretty
As a woman’s hair.
It's still alive, the rose he gave
Coral pink like the blush of our cheeks
It's life makes my own so worthless
Thriving upon nothing, for weeks
They say that colors make the mood
I don't live by what others say
I only pick the ones I want to hear
And then I go on my way
If he is happy I know not
I only know this old rose is still pink
If the sky is crying, let me cry too
Washing away each tear as I blink
Fading as each day passes by
But faithfully retaining it's hue
Lying nostalgically beside my bed
Stunningly against the wall's blue
Coral and lime stones
You can take the country out of me
However, not the trace of acid lime out of my blood
Growing up on the island has its advantages
Everybody was related to each other: and everyone knew
each other real names.
My grandmother was known as Nana to every little boy or girl
We all were well mannered bare feet rug rats
It was never about sparing the rod, and spoiling the brats
It was slap and several back slaps
No bad behave child were never reward back in those days
What I cherish most was the sense of freedom
playing in the open fields; running wild in the prickly grass
and chasing rainbow butterflies in the hot sun until dinner time
I remember lot of sunshine and weeks of rain
Plenty of fresh air, and poor folks who always care
about the welfare of each other
Somehow, the earth tasted like lime,
My cousin would take chunks of square dirt
And chew on it: Nana scolds her each time
However, every other weekend
It was a dose of castor oil or cod-liver oil
This made our little bodies tremble
She called it cleansing your little souls
And building strong bone and teeth
My little Island was all coral and lime stones
acres and acreage of sugarcane fields to roam
With made the earth more sweet and rich
Tropical; rainy season
Petroleum, fish, natural gas
on the tropical island of Barbados
what more could any child asked for?
besides being happy and safe
Looking back with a warm feeling
for the love of the island winds that blew
Over the hills on windy days
How can I not give back to the Island?
My heart would always remains
On the coral and lime stones earth.
Where Pride and Industry of the little Island is our motto
more glorious than any painting
the coral reef puts a psychedelic trip to shame
schools of fish swim by, ...were they sapphire or cobalt?
their bio luminous look fascinates me
they are gone before I can gather my thoughts
a swarm of cherry heads my way
fierce fish with a hot pink vibe or are they more fuchsia?
my imagination in her wildest state
could have never imagined this undiscovered world
a conglomerate of something in lemon and green swishes by
was that a fish? or a bunch of them?
In fascination I await the next sight of beauty; I am not disappointed
Davy Jones was clearly immoral
When he ruled all sex must be oral
But one mermaid's tail
Excited a whale
And his fluke just shattered the coral!
Ultraviolet hues
in purple skies
and the turquoise waves
bow in admiration...
Here,
there are different ones,
lives beneath the tranquil
waters of a
coral reef.
A plethora of
color burst flora and fauna,
secreting itself from
prying eyes...
Protectorate of the inland's;
promoting life
in Gaia’s womb.
Sadly,
the thing it protects
the most,
land and its dwellers;
disregard such
majesty;
being taken for granted,
proof that humans
are not by any means,
the most,
intelligent life.
garden in my coral dream showcases roses and violets,
gorgeous flowers swaying, fluttering petals in misty breeze,
intoxicated birds croon to each other, are they love-sick!
February 8, 2022
Syllables (16-15-15) checked by HMS.com
For "Roses are red, violets are blue - a valentine challenge in one of five ways" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
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For Brian Strand - 1074 Poetry Contest
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