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 hummer
Hoping that my iced cubes would suffice
Categories:
marooned, funny love,
Form:
Limerick
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 cave perfect
putting them inside I covered the entrance with
loose rocks that had slide down the cliffs.
Near by another larger cave would serve as
shelter with a few palm leaves and dry grass.
There was even a hole in the roof that let out
the smoke from my fire made from sticks.
I found a stream near by so thirst no problem
collecting nuts and berries I noticed long frongs
that I wove into traps and placed them in both
the sea and stream. A parrot befriended me so
I had good company. The traps soon worked. Crabs
eels and lobsters caught inside a real feast.
With the flint I had earlier found I scaled
the cliffs and set a signal fire unlike down
on the beach the mosquititoes had a field day.
Yet I noticed they avoided a pungent plant
and rubbed it all over what a blessed relief
They soon left me alone. In time I fashioned
some rustic tools and built a hut near the fire.
Near by I spotted both wild pigs and horses
placing some feed I soon was able to touch
and eventually ride some of them making
both travel and hunting so much easier.
Apart from human company I had it all.
I tilled the ground and planted tubers I had
found, irrigation channels kept them moist.
Scoring a tree I kept vague track of time
as first one year passed then another with
no sightings. At long last I saw a sail and
lit my fire. The yatch headed my way I was
saved. With mixed feeling I left the island.
To return there with all I needed, which was
little, a yatch so I could come and go at
will. A few chickens, a calf, cat and a dog.
Some strong tools to till and sow the land.
Lastly a good fishing rod and a feather matress
here I would wile away my remaining days.
Categories:
marooned, adventure, fantasy, happy,
Form:
Epic
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, I stack and stack
the brush against a slope of sod and rock.
Voids allow incessant pests to enter;
then discover use of lilac warfare,
by and by the suckers cease invading.
Establish snaring food from calm lagoon
that feeds the roots of ripened nuts and fruit;
surviving on a tiny sultry isle.
I befriend a vivid flying mimic,
feebly flying against the wind of strength,
to sea of slayers; within chilly depths.
Parrot quick to mock my voice with language,
giving friendship - creating lasting faith
for hopeful rescue - seeing social world.
Unearth required flint to discourage
sleepless nights; to fashion knife and spear for
shield against unknown and what was needed
when, caring ruled in free and thriving land.
Recalling hatred all throughout the globe
and timely choice for making journey to
escape the callous worldly turmoil force;
until a cyclone capsized lonely yacht.
Tonight a fire ignites my soul with warmth
protecting life and shedding light to see.
Must rescue come to me; imploring not …
Copyright © 2017 By Caryl S. Muzzey
1/23/17
Sixth Place Winner ~ "Tropical Island" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton’s
Feb. 6, 2017
Categories:
marooned, paradise, vacation,
Form:
Blank verse
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
Categories:
marooned, flying, moon, space,
Form:
Limerick
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 feasted on me all night
It dawns on me that I could die here
But I know I must put up a fight
There's an abundance of coconuts here
A source of hydration, and food as well
I gather as much as I can
While thinking of ways to build a fire
I got soothing relief from an aloe plant
And applied to my itching skin
A seagull comes by daily
To watch me and take it all in
I found a flint stone which I'll use
To start my signal fire
The seagull watched as my fire trembled to life
It danced as it became a blaze
I breathe a sigh of relief
As to the roaring sea I gaze
After six months passed, I still had hope
I'd be rescued, it helped me cope
I kept hoping someone would see my signals,
Perhaps even a fisherman
Then a few days later I see a boat!
And it's coming towards me!
It had seen the signal
I'll be rescued finally!
Categories:
marooned, lost, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
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, putrefied, and
stagnated toxic brew
quaffing poisonous
score peon - composite gin,
barley distilled, exiled,
and fragmented
human encased
faculties doggedly
catapulted, with haste
squandered genetic inheritance
kamikaze potential
apathetically plundered, akin
how Hindenburg plummeted
like led zeppelin,
(scare way to craven)
his foghorn emitting distinctive
Semitic bulbous
shofar shaped schnozzle traced
analogous to decrepit son -
dialed helpline to late
promising lad once vaunted
lauded, and
deemed hereditarily, -
he busted great expectations
quintessentially, psycho
socially, and opportunistically
lineage noble storied
standing déclassé debased
forced to take stock at aging
non-thrilled man
in the mirror
haggard heavily creased
doughy paste poker face
(born that way)
blankly stare ring back, spaced
out, no longer boyish,
but gray bearly grizzled,
flecked, and etched stubble,
scraggly unkempt whiskers
discombobulated
straggly matted hair
limply drape stupefied noggin
utterly disc graced
countenance eye spy
crows feet laced
blotchy complexion re: placed
once smooth skin
donned dawning senescence
amplification trumped
"NON FAKE" crudely
aping scrim age lost
fight of his life.
Categories:
marooned, absence, abuse, allusion, angst,
Form:
Blank verse
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.
Categories:
marooned, fear,
Form:
Verse
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
Categories:
marooned, adventure, boat, drink,
Form:
Verse
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 hard to find?
As the wilted flower
struggling to survive,
my heart;
deeply rooted,
will keep my love for you
alive;
for the rewards of this
Vigil, is immeasurable,
and failure of this quest
not so dismal,
for memories of us
is bountiful,
of a love that was not so
abysmal.
Categories:
marooned, love,
Form:
Ballade
Marooned among the
ripples
I am stalked by the next
rising tide
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)
Categories:
marooned, conflict,
Form:
Ode
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 the horizon appeared
Meg and Mae both wildly cheered
Joy to sorrow too quickly turned
When the vessel suddenly burned
Before, to the depths, it went down
A young man, a life preserver found
He came floating toward their shore
The girls began to cheer as before
Just as they were getting ready to flirt
They noticed the words on his shirt
This, on his pink shirt, is what they spied
In large letters was emblazoned, Gay Pride
Categories:
marooned, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
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
on battered knees
the beat of a fist concede
grip of blood and sand
bury a heart already gone
pounding the sum
the pulse of a drum
a beggars demand
trembles in a shiver
to breath
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
Categories:
marooned, conflict, death, lonely, longing,
Form:
Free verse
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 hard to find?
As the wilted flower
struggling to survive,
my heart;
deeply rooted,
will keep my love for you
alive;
for the rewards of this
Vigil, is immeasurable,
and failure of this quest
not so dismal,
for memories of us
is bountiful,
of a love that was not so
abysmal.
Categories:
marooned, love,
Form:
Ballad
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
Categories:
marooned, age, anxiety, betrayal, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse
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 bestrew the golden strand
and vultures squat so patiently
upon yon head of bald-bare rock,
Categories:
marooned, loneliness, lost, sea,
Form:
Blank verse