Best Dive Poems
I take a dive from a precipice.
To escape my life as it is.
Deep water, deep gulp of air
on resurfacing, new life to share.
Thrilled now that I dare.
26/03/2016
Come dive the leaves in varnished shades
along a sway in rippling sets
from green and mauve to orange blades
come dive the leaves in varnished shades
in swirls of iridescent braids
while all soft twirls adorn wind’s nests
come dive the leaves in varnished shades
along a sway in rippling sets
As glassy sheen weaves through the trees
leaves bend in worship through hummed light
while turning cheeks flushed from the breeze
As glassy sheen weaves through the trees
and through ribbed stalks, stars dance in flight
that flicker through fine bower’s eaves
as glassy sheen weaves through the trees
they bend in worship to hummed light
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ttriolet in iambic tetrameter
. …. ..
Each cycle brings its own spiritual energy
that makes my world dance with my own
sense of being...' to everything , there is
a season..'
Giorgio V.'s Beloved Poems Contest
by nette onclaud
dive deep for large fish
surface waters hold minnows
trophies are in-depth
(February 9, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
I swim in your love.
Through the heaviest waves and
The calmest waters.
Discovered a new computer term, “Hover To Play!”
Applied to the bedroom, hmm, interesting I'd say
Let your mind take flight
Tell me, “how was your night?”
Bet you learned lotsa new stuff as you dive bombed per se
© Jack Ellison 2015
Experiment, the worth of kings,
no bonafide adventuring
not impinge, glory, noticing,
the trial of "over" ~ SING, BUT SING!
And over, 'til the mode be right,
that last decision, still up tight.
I've felt it oft, all nerves on edge,
have gone too far, my reasons dredge!
It is Inventing, cant resign,
the pulse of difference is my rhyme,
I'll just dive in, for one more time,
then still dig in, this idea's mine!
What closer skill can Man divine,
than right to change, with purpose fine,
not to relinquish my own kind
but build with vision, some new find!
To heal some soul . . . . from mortal bind!
Working with Inventors from the Midwest, some Immigrants, some of the ideas we saw become developed were ~ The radial tire, the round swing, round hay bale,
vise-grip, portable phone, highway breakers, tarps for Semis, ethanol plants, water cleaning equipment, faux diamonds, negative ion air machines, compost ideas, turn signals for autos. We worked on Patents in Omaha, Nebraska ~ Inventors from Denmark, etc. Ideas built America, Corporations like Sears Roebuck, helped the little guy. Let's get America back to those "ideals!"
when the diver
with his deluded desire on fire
juxtaposed the diving suit
and found false gold ingots at the bottom of the sea,
he had the vision of Eden obliterated by fire,
because if immersed or submerged as a result of errors,
you find nothing inside or outside of yourself
that is not a simulacrum of what is real,
for in the stationary orbit of irregular thoughts,
the phatic chains collapse
and what was wild about you natural
today is a modern polymer so processed,
to the point that the rattle of these failures
subdues an entire strain of humanism
that we happen to have one day
and our current mix of insanity and obsession
it is just what does not free us from more abysses,
not even if unhappiness depended only on it
or if the risk of succumbing as a gender
no longer exist in us unnecessary.
Come to see the Eagles Nest so I could feel
One more time that wondrous spiritual ordeal
Longing to see the Eagle pair soar so high
Against the paleness of the brightest sky
Ever upwards they go near out of sight
Join their claws and with all their might
Becoming one that moment in time
Their feathered bodies move souly entwined
They Plummet towards Earth and not very slow
A downward spiral there they will go
Speeding heads down like a flash of light
Spinning ever faster and diving while they unite
Just when you think they're going to crash
And on the ground leave all of their trash
They split back into two and lift away
To do it all over again on another day
Note: This is how wild Eagles mate. It is called the Death Dive. I have been fortunate to see
this once in my lifetime. An awesome sight to behold! I am on a vision quest to experience
this again and have been stalking an Eagle pairs nest at Yellow Dog on Sabine River close to
where I live on TX. Day before yesterday I took a trip there when this poem was inspired.
Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson
Written by 2/2/2010
human prey, clueless.
hunter stalks below;
moves in for the kill.
jaws of death open
under deep blue sea.
prey in danger zone!
Submitted for...
Tableau 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Photo chosen: 1
Syllables checked at www.howmanysyllables.com
Date written: 03/27/2021
his mind is engaged
cold dive into the fresh snow -
in search of a mice
07.12.2022
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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As we slowly descend in the ocean so deep
I glance up as if grabbing just one last peep
A glimpse of the stars lacing the cloudless sky
A bright full moon keeping my spirits high
Such a strange feeling as the waters rose
As if leaving a life that one so well knows
Entrusting your being to the mercy of the sea
Scared yet determined to unveil the mystery
Engulfed by an aquatic wall so dense
I gripped my torch, focusing its beam intense
As the numbers grew on my shining depth gauge
Was it the end of time or just another page
And then suddenly spotting the ocean bed
I adjust my eyes to see the wonders ahead
An eerie sensation creeps up on me
As if floating in space feeling oh so free
Hovering on the sea floor, I cut off my light
Letting the pitch darkness just seep inside
Feeling strangely relaxed as if still on land
I focus my eyes kneeling down on the sand
And then like magic the world unfolds
As if opening the door to treasures untold
Shimmering like jewels forcing me to surrender
Beautiful life forms from the world down under
Awestruck, and unable to shift my gaze
I stare at the crazy lights in the haze
And I am filled with joy on a dark shadowy night
Having witnessed such a truly magical sight
Dive bomber carpenter with red-stained teeth
suicidal
buzzing sound
creeps me
out
4/24/2019
Tetractys This Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Charles Messina
With an ebony plunge in the sea tonight
With the sky in a rage and fit to be tied
emerging opacity sleeps in my eyes-
clouds to be burned at the seams
WIth a storm iron grey on the tip of my tongue
With wings, liquid wings as I take the plunge
emerging with silver flips licking my mouth-
on a night of insatiable hunger.
miss high dive jumping
used to be a great escape
always touched the sky
Silently she waits,
wearing a crest of a wave on her finger.
The night will erase all the meaningless fears.
Silently she dares
to break all the obstacles unforeseen,
to dive into the truth
that is far from luxurious.
Silently she realizes
that part of her fault is in building a world of hypocrisy.
Silently she dreams
of becoming younger.
Silently she falls asleep
between Achilles and Odysseus,
counting the reasons for blindness.
Silently she melts the ice
of her tranquility
in a solar whirlpool
that must eradicate her as well,
but it won’t.
Copyright © Maryna Tchianova | Year Posted 2016