Best Lagoon Poems
MONOTETRA: Each stanza contains four
lines in monorhyme. Each line is in
tetrameter for a total of eight syllables.
What makes the Monotetra so powerful as
a poetic form is that the last line contains
two metric feet, repeated.
STRUCTURE:
Line 1: 8 syllables; A1
Line 2: 8 syllables; A2
Line 3: 8 syllables; A3
Line 4: 4 syllables, repeated, A4, A4
A Beach Lagoon
Gorgeous day, it's mid afternoon
Bored, looking for something to do!
Oh, I was just invited to
A beach lagoon, a beach lagoon
Crystal blue waters, ease my mind
Unleashing my creative side
Poetic versus organized
Time to unwind, time to unwind
White sand like silk between my toes
Makes me want to rip off my clothes
Keep on my mesh shorts I suppose
I stand in pose, I stand in pose
Many shells like the angel wing
Skipping the waves, flat rocks I sling
Sun tan is beginning to spring
The pain it brings, the pain it brings
Intoxicating scenery
Secluded from society
Just me, myself and poetry
Feeling set free, feeling set free
Sun starts to fade, the moon appears
Just about bringing me to tears
This day has quickly disappeared
Now in my rear, now in my rear!
Jared Pickett
4/19/2012
Oiled and bronzed
In cupped pose
Her wetted hair
The want in me grows
Silhouetted
Against the moonlight
Beside the blue lagoon
Her curves of delight
She turns her head
As she looks into my eyes
Sultry and steamy
On the cooling sands we lie
Tethered together
By capturing arms
Under the light of the moon
We share our charms
In sync we caress
With the sounds of the waves
Our tongues fencing
As our lips crave
Two become one
On this moonlit night
The love of two
In wonderful delight
We arise from the sands
Beside the blue lagoon
Walking home hand in hand
Our hearts in loving bloom
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Walking on colourful leaves,
fall brings back long sleeves.
The lazy sun goes to bed early,
while the morning fresh wind
caresses the wet grass softly.
A shiny happy moon
greets the lark in the lagoon,
beside the dense forest,
where fall makes its best:
a bright symphony of colours,
for the eyes of this season lovers.
In the cradled of life's dark garden,
It dwells amongst the murky waters
Primeval,
Behold the creature from the black lagoon.
Nay what is this creation, neither fish or
Reptile.
Yet a blending of both, a high bread's mixture,
Intelligent, and cunning, the last of his species,
To survive.
Brought unwisely did men, bring beauties
Forbidden fruit, unto this lost oasis of Eden.
For alone sentinel awaits to partake in such
A luscious morsel.
So does it not say in biblical text, go forth
And multiply, by a driven basic instinct he
Cautiously watches from the thicket brush.
What a graceful motion moves within the
Jungles domain,
She swims idle caught unaware, the bride
To be herself, charms him with every stroke
Across this lake placid.
With Chameleon like stealth, the groom appears,
Taking his prize to their cavey honeymoon retreat.
So tenderly he greets his mate, from shocks
Dreamy like state she awakes, and recoils in repulsion.
No love's scorn, and tragedies broken heart,
Can do more damage than rejections expulsion.
Bullets may have cut the flesh to the bone,
But was it not beauty, which killed the beast,
And the last sight he saw, was his love in
Another's arms.
So ends natures final verse in this evolutionary
Experiment,
The creature from the black lagoon now lies
Dead, upon this tragic stage of life.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Shimmering
crystal clear cyan sea
bordered by the rugged coastline rocks
where inquisitive lapping waves intrude within
old smugglers’ caves and pirates’ secret hideaways.
Gentle waters tease the sprawling sand.
Dreams haunt the enchanted
Blue Lagoon.
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13th June, 2014
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Lagoon of life, lake of man
Bitterness in life, salt of man.
Sourness or sweetness, salt of the tongue
Harvest of the young, actions of man
Sourness of tongue, sweetness of the stung
Sweetness of the unsung, sourness of the dung.
Bitterness of man, life's crucifix
Burden of follies, puff of the lung
Burden of life, crux of crucifix
Flux of follies, marks of cicatrix.
Innocence of man, lake of salted life
Influx of mother's womb, gift of Matrix.
Blue lagoon
Gulp air
icy waters inviting
Fight the vicious current
Bursting lungs hasten your powerful struggle
Past the point of no return, you swim or die
Through waters haze - the light of candles
Isle of Capri
Blue lagoon
08/06/2014
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Sponsor , Andrea Dietrich
In my room I hold a turtle lagoon
Though it's dry to the eye and the touch
I avoid their disturbance, they require no survice
Simply, in my room they have a niche
Upon my selves I spy moving turtle shells
Without a turtle inside to see
As miracles they are hidden, by the use of this disguise
To negate the fact that they're free
They perform the former by winding the stormer
and forcing my room to sway
On their backs, I find my nacks
That they travel and lose,
But in my space they stay
Only now is it obvious what my sight obligates
It is my responsability to find and write
But what's curious to me, but expected by we,
is that I'm the only one with this sight
Over this limpid lagoon, without a church's dome,
no ill-tempered wind coming from the stormy East
can stir up huge waves, it can only scatter mist;
here birds thrive, they call this place their home.
The esurient wrens search for breadcrumbs,
Ella hasn't come yet and they hope she will;
the laughing gulls entrap them as they shrill,
the tiny ones flee and hide in blades of grass.
Where's Ella? She must be dancing with clouds,
there the only spectators are the curious swans;
she swirls against a smooth spectrum of indigo
lighter than her gorgeous eyes that delight Fabio.
Another Fall evening ends to bring back all stillness,
finally the painter with the grey cap rests his hands;
his jaunty painting matches the vividness of the sunset,
Ella runs and joyfully embraces her adored sweetheart.
Written on 1/ 29/ 2016
What can i be for you
in this unpredictable nuclear world?
Why are you so soft and sensual
behind this invisible radioactive gold?
Kissing your beautiful reddish lips
for me is unfinished dream.
Dreaming about new future with you
in this crazy world is just a scream.
Just for you i will set a new moon.
Just for you i will discover my secret,
our green lagoon.
The Northern Lagoon
A rare circle of cool water
Trapped between two meandering outlets
One flowing directly from the east
The other streaming from the west
Between a mighty mountain and remote rivulets
Unique and complete
Balmy, calm, and serene most times
Or rough with huge heavy waves from time to time
When the South East Trade Winds blow
Battering its unprotected shores.
In clear crystal moonlight
Or on a devilish stormy night
The lagoon nonchalantly spies
A familiar phantom eerie sight
A frightful Jack O’ Lantern
With yellowish neon lights
Steadily gliding backward
And flickering forward
Before disappearing with the upcoming daylight.
Truth or fiction
Like every eternal old wives’ tale
The superstition never fails
To live on
With each new generation.
In the center of the lagoon
Proud and predominant
Staunchly stands solid Stony Caye
A lone little rocky island
No more than a quarter-mile long
So fascinating to behold.
For many a year
Only an aging solitary couple resided there
And the lagoon was never really alone
But now that they are long gone
Populated with egrets, green turtles, silver bass, and mischievous manatees
The lagoon is entertained by all the company it ever needs.
Thou’re closed to lagoon; nay any fathom,
Mock with my vile scream and move on.
Myself is only sticking here on my own,
Don’t shed tears when this love is gone.
Trees forgo leaves for winter,
Betraying is a kind of disease for trees.
A **** and the green of summer,
Adultness of nymph for birds and bees.
Thou offence shall never fades away,
All gaffes i did except disloyalty.
O unfortunate dark moon rays,
Thou adorations shouldn’t be greedy.
Shall i build a statue of thou,
Nay god but post of evil,
As my sadness grew,
A sin of heaven will unveil.
The purity of love i defined,
And the name thou concluded,
Dare not to mock with my kind,
The Indian heart and british ruled.
Washed by tides, tangle inevitable,
Lurking licking tongues, tiger whisker weed
Undercurrent gritty slippery tendrils -
Barb trusting toes with camouflaged cat creed
Wet predator paws apply pressure
Leeching life from faithful feet, farcical
Undulating grass, salty claws sever
Blades gash slices, cut soles grow barnacles
February silk ribbon Valentine
Loch Ness of Labrador's fatal lagoon
Spiralled willing limbs in sanguine brown twine
Infatuated padlocked throat caused swoon
Hapless lass captured by Amoretto
Dapper lethal lech Don Juan Otto
Second of February
- Seaweed Secures -
The river is riveting, volatile, wide, deep and long
It has its own spellbinding song
The rocks are sharp and main current very strong
The white water waves wrap around kayak like lizards forked tongue
To the cave river will flow in which kayak will disappear whole
The beauty of the cave is like essence of the soul
In the darkness kayak is even harder to control
But light soon brims from the crystals and kayak appears from opposite hole
Past the cave there is waterfall
Into it the kayak will fall
Part of the fall’s edge has rock like a spike or an awl
Despite of that kayak navigates safely past the waterfall
Beautiful Island comes into view
The exotic birds and flowers are more than the few
Giant butterflies wings with bizarre shapes are also in view
Contrast to mostly Green Island is their blood red hue
The wings are as if covered by lightning that came from the blue
The lightning is more intricate then spider web in Alhambra castle in full view
Like God himself it would have drew
And only he to the meaning of patterns on those wings has a clue
Those wings say the history of the universe
As in dream this mesmerizing surreal place will immerse
The whole spectrum of who’s only echo we normally perceive now we can transverse
The in abyss flying counterbalance of the Omni verse
In Amida’s Pure Land
There is a sea of blue,
And upon its tranquil hue
Adorn millions of lotuses,
Each gleaming with a
Growing dream,
A dream for Bodhi,
And blooming Samadhi!
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