Best Neptune Poems
Neptune
The king sits on a wooden throne on a turf of
dry land, his country has been swallowed up
by the sea, turns to his premier and says; why
didn´t you ask the Dutch for help, their flat
country has been beneath sea levels for many
years... and as a result they have grown to be
the tallest people in the world, this so they
look over dikes and keep an eye on the ocean.
The king takes off his green wellies and asks
for dry socks, a flunky puts them on, but sees
the king has webbed feet and wonders why.
The monarch knew his country would sink,
and was prepared, his kingdom will be big and
limitless.
although you are quite unaware
of this piece of knowledge or of my existence
you are my sun
the center of my galaxy
i orbit you, cling to you for life, depend on you
but i am neptune
isolated and far and small
and completely hopeless
for you are far too strong to look to me for help
for enjoyment
for beauty
i am merely there, orbiting you, feeding off of you
hoping that one day my path of orbit will circle in closer to you
and praying that one day
the sun will look at neptune
and marvel at its beauty
-e.g.
The air perfumed with soggy hope
Once more my thoughts turn to you
That fine spring day we did elope
Neptune blushed a vivid blue
Releasing tulips, away we flew
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02/04/12
10:51am
For: English Quintain a Spring Day Contest
As the great God Neptune rises from the sea
he wears the Statue of Liberty as his crown
for all to see
he can make the earth shake the waters boil and the winds to blow
everyone must understand that the earth is his kingdom
it is a living thing it deserves and needs your care your blessing
your respect and most of all your love to exist for all eturnity
Neptunes message is simple to understand, to bring peace, freedom
and a clean earth from sea to shining sea
for you and me
the lissom sea lily a testament at your death
feathered petals left in memory
but are you dead, Neptune?
I am no longer reminded of
the spotted watery wedding veil along the edge
it has now become a frozen blue veil
around a beach ball
hung or strung
in the black nowhere space
who threw you, brother of Jupiter and Pluto?
is there a rebound from the toss?
is there another dolphin to find again Salacia in the deep
to see the foaming equine ride
to find the white pin-spot veil of your jouissance
fringed again on the sands
but what dolphin can fly so high
no flutter or stutter or flop
but a high forced flipping
wings instead this time
Pegasus, (mindful of your exalted bloodlines)*
your duty
*Pegasus born from Neptune (Poseidon)and the Gorgon Medusa
The planet Neptune for god of the sea
was titled from Roman mythology.
His wife Salacia three sons Neptune bore
with Triton most celebrated in lore
both Greek and Roman as merman, then famed
as the largest moon of Neptune so named.
While three decades back faint rings were spotted
though merely a few of those allotted,
by dint of the James Webb telescope view
recently captured along with bright blue
of Triton that’s spied in the upper left,
we gain clear look through its camera deft.
Neptune is the planet eighth from the Sun,
ice giant, with Triton the largest one
of satellites natural going round
about its dense mass although duty-bound
to cruise in an orbit that’s retrograde,
quite rare in the Solar System parade.
One hundred sixty-five years is the span
of tour in Neptune’s empyreal plan
for making rotation sidereal
in journey around star imperial
compared to earthly year passage of time
from new year to the old year’s midnight chime.
In visible light Neptune blue appears
as normally pictured in solar spheres
but cannot be glimpsed by unaided eyes
due to its distance related to size,
albeit Webb’s Cam in Near-Infrared
rendered it through its glass darkly instead.
What further marvels that planet may grace
‘midst myriad wonders in heavens’ space
awaiting disclosure for humans’ sight,
if e’er their reality’s brought to light,
remain to be seen provided Man can
prove to be more than a ‘flash in the pan’.
~ Harley White
Spiritual regeneration and universal intelligence
Neptune in the 9th hour invokes lucid dreams
and third eye visions of intuitiveness oh
Lapis Lazuli in the shadow of a frosted moon
I become omniscient like the great horned owl
to Samhains’ coming Ostara as the ebb and flow
of sacred aqua return now from the Titus-Bode
In this verve century of Emir and the pious
bloodstone a new cognizant cycle begins
signifying the great divine Eden once again
so does sayeth Sanskrit and the winged prophet
in the midst of indigo radiant and hallowed oh
in the 9th hour of lucid dreams I become visionary
just like Enoch in the shadow of the moon
spiritual regeneration and universal intelligence
of Neptune.
the lissom sea lily a testament at your death
feathered petals left in memory
but are you dead, Neptune?
I am no longer reminded of
the pin-spotted watery wedding veil
along the edge
it has now become a frozen blue veil
around a beach ball
hung or strung
in the black nowhere space
can you bounce back from the throw, Neptune?
who threw you, brother of Jupiter and Pluto?
is there another dolphin to find again Salacia in the deep
to see the foaming equine ride
to find the white pin-spot veil of your jouissance
fringed again on the sands
but what dolphin can fly so high
no flutter or stutter or flop
but a high-forced flipping
(have we built one so tough?
Pegasus, your wings and strength ... aaaah
you psychopomp, you Charon,
be mindful of your distinguished exalted bloodlines)
will you come so far?
Neptune boasts the strongest winds
And the wildest storms
Deep blue Neptune
Similar to the sea on a stormy day
Its angry, uncontrollable storms
Make Neptune perfect for its name
Cold, light-hours away and uninviting
Neptune holds many secrets
Only a fraction of which have been made known to man
Such as its faint, dusty and icy rings
And companions as icy and unfriendly as their planet
We’d better leave this bad-tempered planet alone
As bad-tempered as the god from whom it took its name
We don’t want to go near
An icy surface where the most powerful storms ever existed
next to neptune
am i calling too soon
yesterday i was
across from the moon
today it seems
i'm as pressed
as your faded blue jeans
little baby
don't sing so blue
my blue baby
night will come for you
days we'll martyr after
what was once
meant to be
fighting layers
liars lay
where lilacs stray
my baby
don't sing so blue
soon we'll come for you
there are times
that life seems so brute
and there are times
it seems you are singing
with your prayers on mute
but little baby
don't you sing so blue
better nights will come for you
brighter lights will soon
be a soothing to you
are you
so far way
neptune
i'm right next to you
yesterday i sat
across from the moon
today i breathe
the air of your room
"so close and so far from anything
I guess i'm right at home"
Triton:
We are here for the gathering,
For the awakening of our nearest stars.
We care little of what the other has to say.
We only want what's best for ourselves.
Nereid:
I've been dust-flexing for many suns now.
I grow weaker with each turn.
My level of solitude in the white realm, though,
Never feels burdensome
Naiad:
These are all things to consider
Loops threading our thoughts,
Like the music, we are waves and
Vibrations.
Thalassa:
Ssshhhhh
I am trying to sleep and
There are no more secrets anymore anyway
We are stuck out here in
Wonder and contentment
I contend to nap!
Despina:
Huusshhhhh...
Because silence is our friend
There's been no meteors,
No blurring debris for ages!
Let us be thankful...
Larissa:
I am thankful that I have you
And me,
And I'm thankful to feel thankful,
Though panels from other realms keep falling--
We are changing!
Proteus:
I will recite something I heard
right before my last collision:
You're going to get hit again and again
And again and you're just gonna have to learn to take it.
(Ahem). That's how I feel, I guess.
Galatea, Shepherd Moon, floated
Akimbo to the Milky Way,
Listening to the noise of the others
Listening to a universe of lovers.
Tall tale conveyed
A little like a charade
Was about a mermaid
Partook in a parade
Long golden hair in braid
Eyes brilliant of gems inlaid
Seated on a throne of jade
Draped in seaworthy brocade
She was beautifully portrayed
While her graceful horses neighed
They passed by a colourful arcade
Enchanted was she by a serenade
Suddenly craved a wild exotic escapade
Ran off with an attractive mate in mascarade
Thought he’d treasure her heart soft as suede
But quickly the wondrous fantasy decayed
Realizing she’d been misplayed
Heartbroken and betrayed
She’d been remiss and overstayed
With much reason to be afraid
Perilously parched if further delayed
She urgently made her way through the glade
To the closest waterfall cascade
Moral of the story aptly made
When you’re a mermaid
Guest in a parade
Whether paid or unpaid
Do not cross the barricade
Submitted on October 3, 2020 for contest SECOND CHANCES NA POEMS of 2020 sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 6TH
and on October 2, 2020 for contest YOUR BEST UNCLAIMED POEM sponsored by JOHN HALMILTON
Originally posted on February 20, 2018
July saw you drinking mimosas
underneath a tree that wept shadows.
You were never one for cloudless days
by the sea. Silver wax over golden dust.
You are beginning to realize
blue might be the loneliest colour
when caught without the sun.
Yet only the ocean can speak of love in any tense.
Look at how it creates and destroys
at the same time.
Look at how
it carries on.
Something
Something's coming, you can smell it in the city air,
a trace of salt-sting, wave-licked
from where Neptune's head breaks above the
waves through slopes, foothills, mountains of white
water, swirling braids of kelp, as green Sea horses stamp
the laughing waves. Then calm.
Ocean, kissed by sunlight, smiles
a billion-acre peace across her blue-green world,
below which whales glide, dolphins dance,
and mermaids, combing their silver hair,
sit on iron-coopered trunks
filled with gold and jewels perhaps,
sand-choked, rusting, like human wishes
long unanswered long forgot.
Then something, something flies up, upward
through the endless sea, rising to where
you move like sunlight through the world
weaving fugues of love around my heart.
Neon blue in late night sky,
Earth’s most farthest cousin,
Planet god who rules the sea,
Triton best of fourteen moons,
Uper crest of frozen gas clouds,
Nebulous six rings of floating ice,
Each year equals 165 of ours!
Written 23/05/21
Planet poetry competition
Matt Caliri sponsored