Best Mediterranean Poems


Mediterranean She

Lifting her beautiful heart to my lips 
The seabreeze her velvet truth; archaic..
Wrapped warmly her breath, about my breast
A glistening matrix, silk of cream as beauty she dreams...
Sliding sensually across my kiss; drinking, love's pink champagne.

Premium Member His Mediterranean Spell

a patch of, alluring sea
the wonder of this buoyancy

the gentle waves, the searing sun
with all of nature, I am one

my aches and pains just drift away
on healing breeze that's come to play

nomadic sands in search of home
caress my body as they roam

the salted sea competes to find
a way my agile form to bind

yet I must rise and bid farewell
to his Mediterranean spell

I smile and towel dry my hair
and give the Sea King rousing stare

this wave, his swell of promise sweet
that on the morrow we will meet

and with a sigh I say goodbye
for island dreams are waiting by

then lullabied by gracious moon
I dream of Sea, of suntanned noon

I'll shed my garments, dip in bare
more liquid pleasures, sun kissed flares

Eileen Manassian

I haven't been around much as I was busy ending the summer session at the university, and now I'm enjoying my holiday in lovely Cyprus. I'll write and comment as I find opportunity. This came to me while I was swimming with my family before yesterday. :) They had to remember bits of it so I could jot it down when I got out of the water and onto the beach!

Premium Member Mediterranean Love

The Highland Princess
Sails again
Its captain and dove
To the Mediterranean
 
Now so much in love
To an island they go
To celebrate their engagement
For their love truly flows
 
This archipelago of seven
In this sea of blue
Aboard our babe
As we enjoy the views
 
Marina we berth
Settle in for the night
For tomorrow, our interests
Its historic sights
 
Early start
To the blue lagoon
For in the evening
We will love in tune
 
History surrounds
Every where we go
In its harbours and towns
Evidence shows
 
This island of class
With it's World Heritage sights
The Megalithic Temples
Still stand upright
 
These icons of age
To this island their worth
They are the oldest free standing structures
On this planet Earth
 
As the evening draws in
We head back to our yacht
To absorb our day
And what Malta has taught
 
Dinner and drinks
As we settle down
In comfy pose
Naked, but gowned
 
I take the hand
Of my golden dove
As we know in our eyes
Our evening of love
 
To our cabin we go
As our gowns are thrown
This captain and dove
Whose love keeps growing
 
Naked we fall
On our heavenly bed
Spooned together
To be sexually fed
 
Our bodies merge
As i grow inside
This gyrating two
Flowing with the tide
 
As i caress my dove
Her body and breasts
Nibbling her nape
In wanting zest
 
Our souls release
Potion so pure
Our bonding engagement
For future, sure
 
In the morning we awake
To the sounds of life
On our next voyage
She will be my wife


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Premium Member Mediterranean Undressing

This rock of the brave
In the Mediterranean Sea
There is a Maltese Maiden
A lure for me

We will meet in it's Capital
Steeped in history
Valletta is it's name
But for tonight it's our chemistry

After a three hour flight
In Malta I land
To the hotel I am taken
Corinthia Marina so grand

I am now booked in
On my balcony I await
Looking over St George's Bay
For my Maltese date

I hear a knock at the door
As I open at ease
A beautiful sight I see
Has my blue eyes in please

A dark haired maiden
With skin so tanned
So beautifully dressed
Like a million grand

On the balcony we sit
With a vintage red wine
My heart is pounding
At her beauty so fine

I lay down my glass
In pursuit of a kiss
She responds like a magnet
Our lips now in bliss

I take her by the hand
My Maltese girl
My heart pounding
In an ever-ending twirl

Into my arms I take her
In kissing embrace
Our hands now in wander
In undressing grace

We fall on the bed
Of silken sheets
Where our adventure begins
As our bodies meet

In carnal crave
We join as one
As we are shadow dancing
In the late evening sun

The depths of our love
As we share our potions
In arched sync
Rhythmic explosions

As we sigh and groan
At the moment we have shared
For tonight on this brave island
Our love has been declared

We awake in the morning
Entwined in each others arms
And our sensuous joys
Loving charms

We spend the day
Holding hands and kissing
With my Maltese Maiden
In many years, we'll be reminiscing



For a Lady, whose heart is as big as the island she stays on " Charmaine Chirop "



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Across the Mediterranean

I watched them took-off for their search for greener pastures
Adventurers with unclosed or unknown destinations
One thing was sure; they were going to cross the Mediterranean 
Their determination overweighed the risk ahead of them
They were so desperate for a better life than their present conditions
Even like armless soldiers at war, they were ready to embark on their journey
These were all disgruntled youths from Africa
Their fingers of anger were all pointed at their leaders and governments

I watched them packed their loads, ready to face the unknown
Their faces proved disappointments from their fatherlands
In their minds, there was no better place than across the Mediterranean
These were jobless graduates from Africa
It was better to die in a strange land than live in a corrupt fatherland
These youths were running away from embezzlement and violation of human rights
But little did they know that all their dreams would be shattered in the Mediterranean Sea

I saw a group of frustrated mothers when the sad news stormed our land
Their dreams for a rich and better life had drowned in the Mediterranean
They cried with accusing fingers pointed at the government
Yet the government showed no compassion for her fallen compatriots
Neither did they express any pity for tears of these poor mothers
How I wished this injustice was rendered to them as well
But there was so little I could do by then

Mediterranean She

Lifting her beautiful heart to my lips.... 
Their sea breeze her, velvet truth; archaic 
Wrapped warmly my breath about her breast ?
A glistening matrix, silk of cream as beauty she dreams
Sliding sensually across poetic's kiss; drinking, love's pink champagne.


My Mediterranean Dove

Her beauty's free flowing soft vanilla hips..
Velvet cream, gliding joyfully above my lips
Daylight peeking past the shades her breast
My tongue tasting our love these eyes gazing
Chasing butterflies floating by her cries gentle
Warmth caressing my kisses glistening she sips.

Turquoise Mediterranean Sea

tourists sail on yachts -
a crowded raft capsizes
and refugees drown

written 9th July 2019 for Kim's haiku hue contest
© Jack Horne  Create an image from this poem.

Mediterranean Ballad

her eyes is as rich as olives
her curves as delicate as a pear
her hair as the trickling waterfall
her skin as tan
her scent is olives, pomegranate, peaches, strawberries, and raspberries
her love drowns me in fire
if i can only be with her
only just for a minute
my life is complete

Mediterranean Sun

Unstable emotion on a plane of ambition
                                  On a goal for a greater transition 
                              With a Fire and Flame a point is made 
                                 as the sun sets on the followers of 
                                                           Cane

                          I look at my brothers consumed by destruction
                          as there land is filled with blood and corruption
                              they cling on there god, of the dessert sun
                                     and hold there land, they dont run

                              The eagle comes to the land of the lion
                                     interupting the hunt for its Zion
                          Eagerly awaiting to take the land of the star
                                      The Eagle attacks from afar


                                      Forign to the land the lion defends
                                                 The Eagle Attacks
                                                       The End

Ghosts of the Mediterranean

I sleep awake wondering 
my country’s invasion by wolves
I dream a dream of dreamers
to cross mystery sea-Mediterranean
 
“Opportunities, heaven for me
awaits across the sea”
I soliloquy in a grass hut	
“I will at last drive a car, build house
I will at last get all hidden things
that civilization carries in its stomach
if only I can cross there”
quick were my steps and plans

But ghosts prepared their backs
the ship licked sea bottom
the dreamers saw the dream
becoming real dream- empty

Ghosts carried on their backs
all who dreamed most
to the land of broken bones
as the bull-toads  of Africa
open their skulls and pour vodka
Sea ghosts of Mediterranean
carries away calves and bullocks
that would give exotic breeds
erode blades of plows
and build new pyramids
for womb-peeping Africans

Premium Member Mediterranean Salad

Mediterranean Salad

As I gaze upon the picture hanging on the wall
of the Parthenon on Mount Olympus of long ago,
where history was made and mythology took root
(and phalanxes of hoplites conquered the known world)
while the gods ruled from the mountaintop,
and bellowed obscenities from their mouths
and threw down lightning bolts upon the shepherds
and their flocks, non-stop, and I thought,
it must have been a relief to feel the breeze off the sea
and to sit down and eat in peace
a Mediterranean salad with succulent sardines.

Silent Shores: Echoes of the Mediterranean

In the depths of the Mediterranean's embrace, 
Where waves and sorrow interlace, 
A tragic tale unfolds each passing day, 
Of lives lost, dreams shattered, swept away.

Ten souls, on average, meet their end, 
In this watery grave, their hopes suspend, 
And as the months unfold with heavy toll, 
1875 hearts silenced, their stories untold.

Why, oh why, does history repeat? 
When lessons learned should guide our fleet, 
Yet apathy and ignorance still hold sway, 
While lives are lost, cast adrift in disarray.

Do we not see the urgency before our eyes? 
The need for compassion, for empathetic ties, 
To stem the tide of despair and strife, 
And offer solace to those seeking life? 

Isolation, a fortress built in fear, 
Cannot erase the pain, it only draws near, 
For we are bound by a common thread, 
The tapestry of humanity, where lives are spread.

No one stands alone, untouched by the plight, 
We all have a role, to kindle the light, 
To prevent the desperate from that treacherous route, 
And extend our hands, embrace and salute.

For in the rescue of potential victims, we unite, 
Shattering the darkness, bringing hope to light, 
We raise our voices, demanding change, 
To break the chains that hold us estranged.

Let empathy guide us, our actions inspire, 
To build a world where compassion won't expire, 
Where borders dissolve, and hearts intertwine, 
Rescuing lives, a mission divine.

So let us learn from the past's bitter sting, 
And let each life lost be a bell that will ring, 
Awakening our souls, igniting a fire, 
To save the lost, and lift them higher.

Premium Member Mediterranean side


Dawn awakenings 
~the golden touch from your scence
smelling of jasmine
~mediterranean side
where the moon kisses the sun

Mediterranean Embrace

My hand is drawn to your olive breast
I feel the swelling in my palm
Your hard soft curves exciting
My pulse begins to race
Your lips glistening
Invite my kiss
Two bodies
Become
One


Inspired by John Heck's Members' Contest
(Well he did say a sexy theme wins brownie points!)

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