Best Philosophysea Poems
now not anymore
the Island that isn’t
a loneliness but
Choice without being
There we were sitting and
The Sea was coming and
We (me and you) – a gorgeous staple,
Hooked,
were creating and
we saw him (after years and years) how
he was entering
like a rainbow huge
unattainable and
slow
brown – like a beam
(to hold for it)
nonpoetry - the other one is breakable
when the meaning they wave –
a hand of an insane man before a mirror
nongame – the game is dead
after Joyce and like a child is screaming
for the sandy tower after an adult
(a cynical stone) carelessly and with no reason
forded through
the dolphin is a life vital
and his existence aside of the genesis
and whole in the sea and whole
is reflected
nonliterature – the literature is dead
implicated into shape and ad of
the language but
where is here the Rapture
of the dolphin – glamour
oh forgive me I am entering
a someone else’s territory
I am not a ventriloquist too
I do not practice knowledge
there’s nothing new here each
new is unnamed
a vital place without a place
in a movement moveable
smooth like blue
fused in a deep bare
white
I'm just one tiny tear
amidst the sea
of your eye
So many are surrendered
when emotional tides
are high
But not I
I have a different plan
I will not be just another tear lost
My entrance will be grand
I represent all in life
that which we cannot see
I'm the salty taste of bittersweet,
the liquid form of sympathy
The light spring shower of laughter
the endless sea of love
the strength of overflowing tears
the power of just one
I am welling up
as now it is my time
I will represent your past
Your present and your prime
I’ll be your first tear as a woman
Your last tear as a girl
The tear that got to witness
The total eclipse of your world
And as you blink
I gently fall
The tides are getting higher now
But I was the first tear to fall
and land upon your baby’s brow
by: Nicole Hawkins
written for "Personify a Tear" contest
or I was born such
(or probably both)
between the sea to stay
more left of the light
(the less of the two).
I tried
the words not to hurt,
but not to rejoice excessively.
To move
without moving away
(the cross-sail of sailing craft).
To be a dream for someone dreamt up.
You can’t stay
between the sea and
sea