Best Message In A Bottle Poems
The waves calm me down as I sit and wonder
For my love is lost in the stormy scurrilous sea
And I know my hapless heart to be torn asunder
As I wait for my true love to wash back to me
~~~
The clouds move in to hide the paralytic pain
And the thunder muffles the beat of my heart
Within entangled emotions that silently drain
Toward the wounded waters that keep us apart
~~~
Perhaps in the deep distance, there may be hope
For the shore surrenders its secrets of the mist
I’m sinking in the sand of eternity trying to cope
Digging upon dreams of the last time I was kissed
~~~
Thus now the Earth begins to shake and wobble
For it brings forth to me, my message in a bottle.
Nov.01.2018
Tell Me A Story 2
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
Placed 2 [4'th of 4]
Wrecked on an island - alone - I eat
pineapples and coconut meat.
Though salvaged were paper and
ink, this is still my plight:
Who’s ever going
to read the poems
and stories
that I
write?
Inspired by Linda Marie's Contest
I've been marooned on this isle for months
Sharks circle here licking their chops
Haven't had very much grub
Just some coconut meat
No gals in grass skirts
Tsunami near
Oh dear me
Ahoy
Help
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 5 in Linda-Marie's "Message In A Bottle" Contest - March 2011
If you find me
I'm yours
A soulmate forever more
For the love that be eternal
My heart beats just once more
But first
I am an enigmatic conundrum
The puzzled puzzler
But a most dynamic lover
If u take the time
To piece my mind
Together beyond its cover
Then you'll be
The poetry in my life
Having poetic eyes
Eloquently worded lips
A fierce love lyric
Pounding the heart
Of the soul that entices me
A soulful beauty in melody
With note flowing lips
Love lyric bursting eyes
A voice of music
Keeping me forever capsized
But first
Whose passionate enough to decipher
The puzzle I send out to sea
One sealed by love
With a treasure map
Back to me
Until then
If you find me
I'm yours
A soulmate forever more
For the love that be eternal
My heart beats just once more
Sailing the seven seas
On true love's eternal tide
Expressed on a wave
Thabang Jan Ngoma
22-07-2015
Sponsor: Frank Herrera
Contest Name: LOVE IN A FAR OFF PLACE
What trouble’s brewed in the sea. The bold lettering spells it out.
- says the poet
MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE
B eached on this death trap island, and bereft
o f bread and lodging. Have you found my
t ow? Desperately need you to return it!
T errible storm tossed me overboard. Waves high.
L ying! It was my first mate! He’s had a laugh at my
e xpense. He won’t forgive me for drinking his rum…
I’m watching my surroundings
And I don’t know what to do
The world is coming to an end
And I’m trying to warn you.
I’m writing you a message
Which I hope that you’ll receive
And on this parchment written well
I hope that you’ll perceive
The dangers of experiments,
Of waste and luxury,
This planet just cannot sustain
The lives of you and me.
I tried to send it via air
But the planes just will not fly;
They say the air is far too thin
That carbon is the sky.
So then I tried the mail on land
Encountering a quirk
Disease has stricken everywhere
And no one’s left to work.
Then sea it is, I’ll have it float
Within a bottle green,
But when I walked along the beach
There was no water to be seen.
I took it out and sat to think,
I’ll offer it by hand,
But when I reached to pick it up
It burnt into the sand.
I’d write another warning sign
But no pages in my hand,
I’d tell you using word of mouth –
Would you ever understand?
The air, polluted thick and through,
Disease from you to me,
The water’s gone and fires rage,
How can I make you see?
July 11, 2007
Castaway in the isles of obscurity
I pen my diary in blood
Encased within poetic bottles
And cast them on the temporal winds
Into the sea of humanity.
It is an act of desperation
That perchance in time
There on some distant shore
Some passerby might find them
And in finding them read them
And by reading them discover me.
And so I sire my own little castaways
Bearing witness of their author
A message in a bottle
In search of that coincidental jury
Who having reviewed the evidence
Might find me guilty of life.
Timothy I. Brumley
FLOTILLA
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
her heart, once a crammed attic,
overflowing with yesterday’s dusty relics,
became a barren room.
each secret—a silent, fragile confession,
she scrawled on paper thin as skin,
slipped into the throat of antique glass.
a cardboard ark, ferrying her bottled truths,
down to the shore she walked,
where the sea sighs secrets of its own.
a flotilla of confessions and longing,
a bobbing armada of regret,
pushed by the tide—away, away, away.
she raised her hands in farewell
releasing all her burdens,
their echoes fading on salty winds
Message in a bottle-Kiss-Sharon
His love carried me throughout my life
Like this bottle on the ocean
Let it ebb and flow always
Should you find this bottle
Washing up on shore
please release it
to the sea
once more
kiss
My mind still thinking of what to write,
My pen is eager to compose a nice poem,
To the next generation of people on earth,
Who will continue a legacy of living a good life.
I remembered all the things people did at present,
Things that's what they really needed...a change,
I will put it in a bottle, open and read it my friend,
It’s for your own sake living in this new world.
“Please take care of our mother nature,
It will help you so much in the future,
Give love and be a blessing to others,
Maintain peace and harmony to all”.
“Be a good citizen and love your country,
Practice a habit of praying every day,
Don’t be a greedy and selfish person,
Share what you have, be kind, be generous”.
“Before I forget, be a responsible member of the family,
Spare time with them though you’re busy with your duty,
They will love you, proud of you and you will be a model to them,
I know it’s too much to ask but it’s for your own good my friend”.
“This is only a small favor in a piece of paper,
A simple poetry from a concerned writer,
But it can change the world for a better place to live,
Follow it and your good deeds will make the people saved".
December 10, 2012
Message in a bottle
Here is my greetings and message to you all, my dear ones
Who would be populating this earth again
After my generation gets wiped out on the 21st of December 2012*
But, then, what a let down, I have to fall back upon
This antiquated paper and pen and a blasted bottle to store it in
Because there is no way I could text or e mail to you,
Like I am used to, this day, that let us soar so high with computers,
Nuclear bombs and spacecrafts that whizz past celestial bodies
As if it is child’s play;
but all the same dragged us down to moral depths
Where one of us could massacre a whole class of kindergarten kids
Or plot mindless terror attacks in the name of imagined wrongs
And wrong premises or rape and then kill a five year old
Or an unsuspecting girl who walked into a wrong bus
Thank God I am still left with a little sense to share with you my friends
Whatever freedom you may happen to enjoy,
Whatever material progress you may make
Never use it or let it be used to trample on moral and ethical values
Guard and enforce those values in society with eternal vigil
For there will be none to protect and promote them,
Mark my words, except YOURSELVES, because such values
Have no commercial value.
For, politicians, preachers, prophets
And their followers, by the very nature of their preoccupations,
Would continue to divide and disrupt, despite their bluff and bluster
About universal love, brotherhood and peace, the very values
That would be suffering atrophy under their very noses.
* The Mayan calender ends on this date (21st Dec 12)giving rise to speculations by doomsday prophets that the world too is going to end on this date.
20th Dec 12
For Catie's Message in a bottle contest
There's a bottle in the ocean
which keeps drifting to and fro
And this bottle in the ocean
Holds the secret of my soul
There 's a bottle in the ocean
with a message to outpour
But this message holds a whisper
that 's concealed forevermore
Above kingdoms of Sirens
and their cursing song
This bottle floats and flow
It would not burst nor spill a verse
My suppressed mysteries
will not be known.
There's a bottle in the ocean
It is carried by wild waves
There are whirlwinds that surround it
It will never reach safe bays
It would never reach the sandshore
It will never reach a hand
It keeps turning in the ocean
Far from the promised land
Far from the man made castles
Far from the sun~kissed beach
Far from rose~scented petals
and far from conquered dreams.
Our excursion brushed past bashing tides.
An uncharted desert shelter
is where the vessel resides.
Stripped of rhyme and reason;
I behold demons
strumming spiked lyres
yielding me
lonely
here.
If you're reading this message beware.
I was trapped in here centuries.
I've escaped into the air.
I'm roaming in the breeze.
Freedom paid by fare.
Hope I won't freeze.
I am rare.
Hear sneeze?
Jinn