Best Marooned Poems

When we got married at twenty two
We said our vows beside a ski-doo
But then got marooned
So we honeymooned
In a five star, two story igloo

My wife said a stiff drink would be nice
But I couldn’t locate any ice
So I stripped to get numb-er
Then asked for a...

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After our yacht was wrecked by the storm
I was washed up on a tropical island.
My two companions sadly had not made it
I found them both washed up and lifeless.
First priority was to bury the bodies
before they attracted unwanted attention.

With no tools I spotted a shallow...

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Awake beneath a blazing, pulsing sun
as ocean waves continue slapping shore
against my naked, bloody, tired feet.
Need to widen search for cleaner water 
quenching thirst tomorrow thru tomorrow.
Alone I craft robust and treeless hut
yet lacking binding metal - paste to seal. 
Without the use of tools,...

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There was a young scientist from Rangoon
Who built a rocket and flew to the moon
But His rocket booster failed
Now I am stuck here he wailed
He wont be coming home anytime soon.






Written 10th April 2018...

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Dawn strums the morning with a melody of waves
 My head is pounding, I'm in a daze
 I just can't remember how I ended up here
 On an island in the middle of nowhere

 I stumble to my feet with sudden despair
 The mosquitoes have...

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After a lifetime
(pronounced like millennium),
where tenacity futilely braced
psyche deeply purpled,
hellishly, and lethally
traced resulting scars -
jackknifed, emasculated
cruelly chaste

sexuality expired, lapsed,
and petered out testosterone
begone to waste,
and how this abased
bereft of eroded optimism,
nee faith no more - erased,
solitary carbon based animal
coalesced into countless

foreborn generations
(glommed *****sapiens
salient survival skills)
mortified,...

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Bound up, restrained
my skin's too tight,
I want to howl the moon.

I wring my hands
fright is my plight
ev'ning comes too soon.

Mirrors quiver
in ambient light
to an aged crone, I croon.

No where to run
at each twilight
alone, inside, marooned....

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Manic waves sunk my boat,
marvel how I could float,
made it to an island,
man there had drinking stand,
mirage I was thinking,
many swigs lemonade,
marooned coconut shade.





4-19-17...

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Marooned among the 
ripples

I am stalked by the next
rising tide

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)...

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Marooned 

By Elton Camp

Meg & Mae’s ship went down
Only those two didn’t drown

They made it to a desert isle
No inhabitants--what a trial

It was alone they had to live
Not a man, their love to give

For years the two lived there
Though seaward they did stare

A ship on...

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the light sways each break
cast upon waters wake
constant movement capture
waves reflecting shimmer
refractive glass splinter
mirage slicing a mirror 
each simple twists of fate 
swim deep in retreat
die beneath the stillness
a silent repose of agonies sleep
trapped in drowning grief
swallowed by misery's caress
beached in sorrows weep
crawl the shore...

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My heart is marooned
on the island of 
solitude,
bidding that the days 
swiftly go by,
trying to maintain 
a hopeful attitude,
until visions of you 
met my eyes,
laid dormant;
are the passions
I felt for you,
with your scent
so fresh in mind,
and the love 
that’s so true,
dear lord;
why is happiness 
so...

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My heart is marooned
on the island of 
solitude,
bidding that the days 
swiftly go by,
trying to maintain 
a hopeful attitude,
until visions of you 
met my eyes,
laid dormant;
are the passions
I felt for you,
with your scent
so fresh in mind,
and the love 
that’s so true,
dear lord;
why is happiness 
so...

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weathered and beaten
the tides have cast me back to shore
forsaken and destitute
betrayal hurting far less
than the emptiness now felt inside



AP: 1st place 2023

Posted on November 13, 2022...

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He dances on the sand and waves,
white shirt in hand. 'The gold!'
He cries 'I've found the gold,
and ruby stones of deepest dye.'

Heedless, the cross-masts sink from sight.
Salt waters lap the arid shore.
Trickling tears now wet his cheeks,
for now he knows the reason why
 white bones...

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