Best Foundered Poems

Your Rain was tears on my window pane -
the first poem of yours I had seen -
pain-drops spattered a snow-blank expanse,
grief-blue with regret and what should have been.
I thought mediocre. Bad omen for you.
You who attempted to pour the blue,
to quench the amber arid air
and...

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SONNET : 
ELEGY IN BLANK VERSE

I wish I could find death before I grow
so I could miss life's pain and agony. 
A child can only feel and hear and see 
the universe with love and happiness.

A child does not fathom those cancered ills
that fog a...

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Gone now the storm, we foundered on the shoreline
Two broken souls never met in a before time
Similar though distant we had spent our lives apart
You, in your beautiful, solitary world and me in unhappy mine
What conjures fate – a Greater Hand than we know or...

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A loveable man was Janitor Stan
Ever willing to help to give and serve
A gentle man of modest plan
With never a protest, frown or reserve

Always saw the brighter side of life 
Though his cards were not dealt from the top of the pile
In that testing game...

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I know

you will think of
her in your
altogether empty
room tonight again
your hands will long
for her
your eyes will dream
of her
your longing will
fall down to the
palm of your hands
knowingly that she
won't come

I know
you will wait for
her in your
altogether empty
room tonight again
-the name that you
can't forget, on
your lips
the picture...

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" Swept "

'Tis with heart heavy meownself so say~
That which doth trouble me then thus this day~
'Twere she a schooner fine & so grand~
'Twere not she longer in mind's eye demand~

I've swept me brow with turmoil~
Foundered me sets with gargoyle~
Rounded well Horn a'winter cold~
Naught whot...

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"'Twas a dark and stormy night," begins many intriguing tales,
But it WAS a dark and stormy night along the craggy coast of Wales!

Along its rugged shores, mighty gale-swept waves roiled and crashed.
Adding to the fury of the night, thunder roared and lightning flashed!

Out in Cardigan...

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deride derision  divide division devise a vision
play with words like rythym  tick something squared
is power of two and cubed's the power of three 
not four that's more
are inconsistent seas unfound or foundered 
I think there four iambic meters cause caucasion
indecision in a celtic...

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A bead of red rolls down my arm,
an eloquent prayer, a scream.
Alive in a way the arm is not
coming awake in a dream.

A drop of swirling living cells,
abandoning a foundered host,
drawing a line on the curve of meat,
segregating machine from ghost.

Cousins drop from a fluttering...

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Continued from The Eye of the Sea part 4

Becalmed we were for three days more,
Then the wind began to rise,
At the Captain’s bidding, we set to the rigging,
Eyes firmly upon the prize.

But, ‘Something’s awry!’ the Bosun did say,
And a muttering passed through the crew,
In a...

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The sky was dark and dreary
as I trudged along the path,
with vision dim and bleary,
under thunderclouds of wrath,

one foot before another,
plodding onward through despair,
yet knowing of no other
road to lead me anywhere.

With blackness fast descending,
though my journey incomplete,
the trail became unending,
and I gave up in...

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in sponson's wake of beetled prow,
cold foam formed horizons far,
gray mist above, blue black below,
pitted keel thrum anchored flow,

splintered spar led teakwood jibe
dawn broke on that deeper now,
luff and taut blown by four winds,
hidden rough in burlap skins,

'midship foundered salt and stream,
masthead wound in boatswain's...

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a tsunami catapulted cruising skiff
skyward landing with quiet thud
across undulating infinite granular waves
formerly solid state rocks and minerals

optimism vibrant upon initial unforeseen
crash asper for test dummies
foundered as undertow fostered diminishing hope
initial faith for survival quickly ebbed

nsync with retreating tidal wave
pessimism dreamt fantastical holograms
farther from beached...

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A girl was walking through the night
Afraid and all alone
She sunk for moments of respite
Upon a blackened stone.

What flakes were these that sparkled bright
And flurried in the breeze?
What specks of gold did grace the night
And rest upon the trees?

Up from her perch she stumbled on
Into...

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A UK Royal Mail Ship was RMS Rhone
A sail-steamer and a two-masted brig, she shone

Rhone had an iron hull and was 310 feet long
Her compound steam engine made her fast and quite strong

An innovative ship with a bronze propeller
To save water, she had a surface...

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