Best Drown Poems
Nights are restless in dispirited dreams,
treading water in storm-tossed seas.
Starlight guides an uncharted course
when I hear your voice calling me...
hoping to have you again at my side,
sultry eyes gleaming across ebbing tide.
In shallow shoals I stand shivering,
swells swaying in a rhythmic beat
as if they were merciless maelstroms.
But from their lure I seek no release
if from their hold you cannot break free.
Then, I shall perish within their flow
for this reality I have come to know...
My hunger for you will never be sated,
my thirst remains unquenched.
I'm drenched in brine and endlessly search
but yet to find a seraphic solution...
an inkling as to how I can ignite the flame
to light my way while calling your name,
for no matter where my quest leads,
I fail because you're never there.
If to be with you I must face my worst fear,
submerged, entangled in waters deep,
I will find you and wrap you in my arms.
If the bottom of the sea is where you sleep,
my heart will entreat the storm laden sea
to enfold me as it did you, joined in reverie.
I cringe at the desperation of that thought
but my heart is beginning to lose all hope
that it can cope without you at my side.
I cannot hide the dreary darkness inside me,
the bitter starkness and ensuing emptiness
that fills my solemn soul with morbid dread.
Gladly, I would surrender my last breath,
accepting death, forsaking the loneliness
and offer my life... body, mind and soul
without a torrential train of trickling tears
nor wretched frown of fear upon my face
to be with you again each night.
Quivering, I'll wade into tremulous waves
if it means I would be reunited with you
somewhere in reality... anywhere but here...
in dire doldrums of my dreams each night.
Even now, they beckon me into their depths.
If to love you, I must drown; I dare say I will,
surrendering to the fate of my destined plight.
Mantis eyes magnetised her sister’s heart
felt its imprisoned glint of gold
willed it to enlarge into a
lotus leaf upon a sea
It floats on a lake of blood before
dawn turning hot burning blue
heat of her own blood
gold of her own heat
‘Let her not drown in
bloodied gold of red
running thick and deep’
So she murmured, so they did
To a shore of soft sand
Heart sailed escorted by
obsidian lidded dragons
gloomy gold unshackling
Guts, throat, tongue
puddle, pond, lake of
blood transmuted to turquoise
gold and blood morphing
Cupids created decoupage dishes
with bloodied dollars gold
called for another stint
to alchemise pentacles cold
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PUBLISHED: Edge of Humanity Magazine
September 26
A red moon greeted me as I arrived at Eilean Donan Castle,
late at dinner time, a heat wave wrecking zest
of our intended peaceful nightly rest.
It was late but I decided on a nocturnal swim.
O blessed water, so calm, so cool, so placid.
Suddenly I heard the crash of the waves,
an echo, a forlorn ululation of sweet melodious tune.
Alarmed I looked behind and saw a fog cover the lake.
Foamy white lamb-like waves danced around me.
The waves dragged me up on to the sandy beach.
Behind me I saw a figure surrounded by a nebula,
Swimming slowly towards the splendiferous shore.
She came out all wet still wearing an old-fashioned gown.
Both out of breath, we lay on the smooth sand.
Above a red moon shone brightly that cloaked the stars.
In the strange night we looked at each other and smiled.
Soon we were embraced in a long lingering kiss.
Ecstasy escalated rapidly, emotions running riot,
Until the red moon descended behind Donan Castle.
I turned back to her and saw her in the water
Swimming into a swirling mist and disappear.
Back at the castle I climbed up to my room.
There hanging on the wall was a painting of her doom.
Lady Murdina, Warrior of the Sea, drowned 1888.
Seeing the painting and the date, I fainted.
7 January 2022
A Ghost Story Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Angela Tune
JUST ABOVE THE SURFACE
STRUGGLING TO SURVIVE
WEIGHTED DOWN WITH SADNESS
AS MY SOUL DESCENDS IT'S DIVE
TIRED FROM THE STRUGGLE
SWALLOWING THE PAIN
SINKING TO THE BOTTOM
WILL I FLOAT BACK UP AGAIN?
DO I HAVE STRENGTH WITHIN ME
TO FIGHT AGAINST THE TIDES?
I NEED TO WIN THIS BATTLE
TO MAKE THE HURT SUBSIDE
SO ONCE AGAIN I RALLY
TO REACH BEYOND THE CREST
I RISE UP TO THE SURFACE
IN TIME TO CATCH MY BREATH.
TODAY I AM THE VICTOR
THE DARKNESS LOST THE FIGHT
THE SADNESS DIDN'T DROWN ME
TODAY I'LL BE ALRIGHT
TOO SOON IT WILL RETURN
TRY TO STEAL MY JOY AWAY
I HOPE I SEE IT COMING
IN TIME TO SWIM AWAY.
(Valentine's Collection)
50.
I drown within your most beautiful eyes,
through wonderful visions of precious love.
What visions I shall come to visualised,
come my beloved to Heaven above.
Sapphire eyes do become my paradise,
I now join your dreams, my beautiful dove.
I now swim within your lagoons of blue,
entranced by the blue sheen shining love-light,
Ever I see the glory that is you.
I lose myself in your eyes shining bright,
you are my delight.
10/02/2019.
In our darkest nights and our brightest days,
emotions fill us like tidal waves.
They can drag us down and pull us in,
trying to drown us from within.
They can raise us up or let us down,
but if you don't know how to swim, you'll simply drown.
There are storms across my seven seas,
lightning strikes, sharks circling me.
My legs are tired, my chest is tight.
I'm not sure how much longer I can fight.
I gasp for air, I scream and shout,
But these tidal waves drown me out
If to love you, I must drown,
let me, Dear, not drown in water.
I wish to lie beside you
and drown in the profound -
of your chestnut chocolate eyes.
Say my name. Let if fall
silken from your lips.
I sink into a euphoric abyss
imagining your mouth
on the nape of my neck -
the whisper of it drifting delicately
until tenderly you tempt me with
your first soft kiss upon my lips.
Inundate me with every kiss.
There-after, I would gladly drown
in the deluge of
that tiramisu bliss.
Engulf me with lavender longings
that crescendo to a cardinal craving
with every inch of my skin
that the feathery fingers
of your beautiful hands
paint upon my quivering body
with crimson caresses.
Let me die slowly,
submerged in your ambrosial ardor,
melting with the luscious lava
of our love.
Your car is not a boat
You can’t float to town
Turn around don’t drown
The inclement weather is a pain
Trying to drive in floods and rain
Don’t lose your life being vain
I desperately gasp for you to save me,
as your indifference begins to remove all remaining traces of oxygen from my searing lungs.
Asphyxiation becomes more imminent.
Cortisol burns through tearing muscles,
ripping the marrow from aching bones, flailing to tread water.
Exhaustion floods in; saline-soaked clothing weighs heavier.
A siren’s call pierces through obscured waves,
crescendoing under a stygian sky,
tempting me under.
Dread replaces pleading.
Hope of survival is now beyond any comprehension.
Your voice no longer lingers;
it’s superseded by forceful whispers:
“If to love you, I must drown.”
Realisation hits like a tsunami crashing upon an unsuspecting ship.
To truly love you, I must love myself.
You were never my salvation.
So I must drown in this sickening sea of anguish,
let all the trauma pull me down into sheer oblivion.
Feel my body thrash as the light leaves my submissive eyes.
In order to be reborn, I must ascend way below.
In the silence of time
Tomorrow's unknown
Maybe I'll try
Maybe I won't
Dropping my pride
I've struggled too long
I feel it inside
Solemn yet strong
I patiently wait
Watching the tides
The lapping of waves
Fighting my mind
Walking to shore
I look to the sand
Wishing for more
I tighten my hand
Stood on there own
These memories of me
And now I feel old
I just cannot see
For I didn't look
And I ended up here
On the route that I took
Only darkness appeared
These demons of mine
Long do they wait
Frozen by time
Forever they stay
Where did I go?
It left me behind
Floating ashore
In the silence of time.
(Read in Reverse)
In a boat
Rowing around the moat
Of my family’s latest castle
The one with towers and a flag with a tassel
And it really seems to me a lot of hassle
That the drawbridge is up and not down
The water’s very brown
I could drown
* based on Prince Magnus of Sweden, who nearly drowned during the construction of the castle drawbridge (another time, he allegedly leapt into the moat believing he saw a mermaid).
18th May, Jack Horne for Nette’s Trois par Huit a Bridge contest
Bubbles rose from my mouth
I was underwater, I wanted to shout
Lifeless bodies floated past me
Gutted, I realized that I was in the sea
I struggled to get the seat belt off me
And swam up to the surface where metal and smoke
Made my lungs burn and I choked
Flames rose in the air
Bodies charred everywhere
I closed my eyes and said a prayer
I would not give in to this burning slayer
I was desperate to survive
I was still alive
Helicopter blades hovered in the sky
I waved my arms and began to cry
The helicopter was moving away
I was going to die, I had no say
A rope ladder dangled from above
I saw my rescuers faces filled with love
And then the strangest sight
A white dove flapping its wings in a shining light
I felt at peace and closed my eyes
And when I opened them, I saw the sunrise
Copyright@BrigittePace2018
Thousands of people drowning in their self perception.
Hundreds of people, searching for a place.
Tens of people changing to fit in.
One person, feels alone.
She sits at home and no one even knows,
She’s breaking down, to the ground.
She can’t keep up, she’s so behind.
If you could see the thoughts she thinks.She thinks, they’d blow you away.
Perception is not beauty.Beauty is not perfection.Perfection is not love,but love is purely
perception.
She’ll never live up to standards.Or be the top of her class.She’ll never be the pretty one,or
the loud obnoxious ass.
She lets the old love drag her down.
Because to her it’s not old.
In her heart it’s still alive and well.
Although his heart doesn’t live there anymore.
She’s tired of misconceptions, and people’s preconceptions.
It’s a never-ending race,
That’ll leave you breathless in the end..
When you look back and wonder when it all started.
She’s prettier than me.
She’s smarter.
They raise the bar,
As she raises her hand,
And asks when this all started to matter.
No one will understand her.
She’s alright with that.
Just go drown in your self perception.
Nobody’s perfect anyways.
When you feel all alone
Like no one's there.
Reach up toward heaven.
To the one that cares.
When the world all around you feels like sinking sand.
Well just give it all to Jesus
Put it right in his hand.
Hold on to His promise as you travel this road.
He's right there with you.
He'll never let you go.
.
And I need you Jesus, what more can I say?
Sometimes this road seems rocky
Sometimes I lose my way.
So keep my eyes on heaven
By night and by day.
Pour out Your Mercy
Let me drown in Your Grace
.
And when it seem cold . . .
Outside
And the sky . . .
Is gray
Pour out Your Mercy
Let me drown in Your Grace.
I don't want man's religion
I don't want its way
Pour out Your Mercy
Let me drown in Your Grace.
.
And I trust You
So do what You will
I trust You Lord
Do what You will
.
Pour out Your Mercy
Let me drown in Your Grace
.
And when I'm all alone
And no ones there
I reach up toward heaven
Cause I know He is there
I just hate to say
How much I feel like a bad cliché.
That faithful girl that would love me forever
Went and left me for another.
Sometimes I’m so mad,
Then I’m feeling everything but glad.
Though she double-crossed me sweetly like a traitor,
Just can’t bring myself to hate her.
Have too much time to think
And not enough to drink.
Some sorrows just don’t drown.
Some sorrows just don’t drown.
Some sorrows just don’t drown.
They just won’t drown
Thinking one love’s true
Might get the best of you.
So now I smell like beer and last week’s sweat,
Caught in a whirlpool of regret.
Have too much time to think
And not enough to drink.
Some sorrows just don’t drown.
Some sorrows just don’t drown.
Some sorrows just don’t drown.
They just won’t drown
I’m glad it’s Friday.
I’ll probably drink-off Saturday.
If I’m not blind or dead, I’ll see the Pastor
To get me through this disaster.
Have too much time to think
And not enough to drink.
Some sorrows just don’t drown.
Some sorrows just don’t drown.
Some sorrows just don’t drown.
They just won’t drown.
They just won’t drown.