Best Sail Through Poems
Childhood is a ship,
preparing to set sail,
but not all harbors are kind
the ocean a mysterious enigma.
Not all inflictions are visible,
some bruises remain invisible.
Not all trauma can be expressed,
so the past is buried - still breathing.
Ghosts resurface, with subtlest of hints.
When we are born,
we are 'freshly decorated' boats.
Preparing to set sail through unknown waters,
longing to venture to foreign shores.
Yet, what is hidden underneath deep ripples,
is not innocent, like my childhood heart -
powerless, helpless, defenseless.
An anthology of a villain and his victims
Sins of my father,
once plagued my mother's tears.
Her anchor became a burden of heavy fears,
so drought, dehydrated her river bed.
To escape constant waves of rage,
my mind set sail to seek safer shores.
On my boat, I was my own captain.
Steps of thunder,
followed me through turbulent tides,
yet, spirit found courage to row faster -
to this day, I've never known how.
Maybe, I could not let his blood define me.
I watched, in horror, as his terror,
drowned my petrified siblings -
I wonder, why they did not sail away,
were their anchors, consumed with reality?
When words struck like metaphorical daggers,
sirens of the sea, serenaded with songs of sorrow.
But, my soul knew the sun would offer redemption -
finally unchain me from the darkness of adolescence.
Through passages of life,
what was once a boat in troublesome times,
is now a ship, settled on stable seas.
Example for Inflictions contest.
Silent One
8 August 2020
Under your heavenly gaze magic appears perfect
a thousand whispers sail through the oceans current
each wave warmly echoes of a sun filled promise
Our time is held when precious jewels they glimmer
every breath gasps breathless holding dearest soul
where the silken ribbons circle around a gift tied
wrapped within angel rays floating inside heartbeats
If sky is a sea of
fallen flowers
and dusty diamonds
glazed in red,
I’ll unfurl the
saffron sun within,
stretching sandalwood
arms of serenity,
upon gardens of
glistening grief,
with healing herbs
and soothing spices,
from greener grass
of life amidst sorrow.
For I can
move mountains
and secure trees,
to a therapeutic realm
where perfumed
petals never wilt.
While kindness I sow
shall sprout in hues
of warm honey and
raspberry dreams.
I am an
unshakable rose,
blooming from
roots of ruins,
facing fiery fangs of
the phasing tulip moon
above wildfires
of whirling woes.
This musky
spirit is timeless,
resembling the
flaming heart of
an untamable phoenix.
My silence soars
beyond mourning wolves;
ice blue eyes
of fleeting seasons.
And you, twin-star~
my sister I cannot
breathe without,
will forever be the reason,
I’ll wear this amethyst
sequined armor,
to sail through
ripples of rage,
like a floating candle
amidst eclipsed tides,
that shifts and sparkles,
while flickering eucalyptus elixir~
upon scentless tea lights.
So if tomorrow, clouds
above your
sleepless sanctuary
swing with poisoned rain,
to drizzle splinters upon
your bed of melancholy,
remember, I’ll find my way
to your unrhymed spheres,
steal perfectly metered
syllables of hope,
from the elysian above,
that sprinkles
champagne lunar-beams,
and I’ll weave
a curative poem
beneath the ink-less
canvas of acrylic dirt,
to calm your
midnight musings with
mellifluous metaphors.
If you are the ocean, then I am the mist
which kisses the morning the way children kissed
their mother at breakfast to start a new day
If you are the ocean, then anchors aweigh
We'll sail through the evening and on to the light
The daystar is dawning, we'll keep to the right
like Peter and Wendy to Neverlands' door
we'll sail on forever and touch every shore
If you are the ocean, come wash me away
to some misty morning and there we will play
on beaches you've loved all your lovely life long
If you are the ocean, then sing me a song
of sailors and treasures and I'll have to say
If you are the ocean, come wash me away...
“In silent seclusion, we question the haunting whispers while losing air, craving just one last second within moving minutes of healing” Quote by Poet
I'm lost between dusky dews of twilight,
tethered to the tomb of withered flowers,
trailing souvenirs within frosted hours,
as stars wane like ghosts, stealing the skylight,
splattering ink across a somber maze
in hues of dreams and periwinkle haze,
to paint crestfallen roses with reasons~
veiled behind verses of balmy seasons.
But will the wind and waves merge in stillness;
unleash elixirs to heal the broken,
and voice the hurt that remains unspoken?
Or am I to forever sail through sins~
across woeful seas of peridot pins,
like a mere outcast, silenced by sickness…
The Sun
The sun gives warmth
But it doesn't care how I fare
And sometimes
It burns too bright
And causes a blight
And the plight causes fright
On nauseous nights
On these streets where the homeless fight
With the might of knights
Their souls are for sale on kites
As they sail through such great heights
Their sights set on new horizons
Their eyes on the prize
Because this land defies all logic
The sun gives warmth
But it doesn't share nor care
All I get are glares
And nobody spares me
From knife wound tears
And what scares me the most
Is how I can stare
Into the abyss and not miss
The kiss of the sun
Nor the hiss of my burning flesh
And if you get the gist
Maybe you'll lower your fist
And pass your pissed off aggression
To those who spread oppression
A euphoric emptiness that lasts forever
An eternity trapped in tangled time
Emotions that fly through the nilpotent never
A lasting love with a calamitous climb
Floating memories that sail through space
Where tears are shed and shadows weep
And saddened souls have lost their place
Within the dumpsters of the desolate deep
Mind and matter creating crystalline hells
There demons roam with a restless rule
Where blood turns cold with crusted cells
Slowly salivating with their demonic drool
Can love be found in this cabalistic cave
Or is it laboriously lost but only to enslave.
May.30.2016
The rivers run with tears
As oceans bear the rain
Sailors sail through fears
With no promise of terrain
Only to dwell and reach this land
That moans with sorrow and grief
Only to hold on to a lonely hand
The way a tree holds its last leaf
Don’t praise the moments of joy
Because they hardly ever last
Summers are memories to enjoy
When the Autumns come too fast
Happiness of Life Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
When I speak of love…
-I speak of you.
When I feel tenderness…
-I am feeling you.
Up on the brink of yesterday’s blues, you
swore my elegance would never be forgotten.
I wear happiness for you on my sleeve,
and you carry happiness for me in silence.
Beneath the shadows there are beacons of
flares resisting the splendor of our dreams.
For without our dreams, we would cease to survive
and be forced to endure a long lasting life of woe.
Somewhere above the peaks of the mountains you
took my essence and made it your own. Now I dwell
inside your spirit and we illuminate passion through
every single dark aspect of life.
When I think of compassion...
-I think of you.
When I feel beautiful...
-I am feeling you.
I instantly fell in love with your charm. You shimmer with
the sparkling stars and I glow with the kindle of Venus.
Together we have renewed the faith of the universe as
our molecules have assimilated to create one complete
being; that is us….
-and we are united for all eternity.
Our secrets remain private, as our privacy remains sacred.
My regard is hungry for your pleasure and your predilection
is hungry for my treasure. May we sail through the sun of a
the west and create perfect harmony inside our tranquility.
Our captivating romance prevails and we make each other
happy with burning desire.
When I think of fantasies…
-I think of you.
When I feel amorous…
-I am feeling you.
Date Written: April 6, 2016
P e a c e is a language
spoken between
healing bougainvilleas
and bleeding begonias,
dripping dews of hope
through simple gestures~
like specks of sapphire dust
from stars sparkling
amidst bed-shaped clouds,
crawling through the horizon
many miles away,
stretching
beyond
the fogginess
that veils clarity,
stirring the
anchored odyssey
to sail through
twisted tides of turquoise,
facing the harshness of reality
like a mistress of
sky and sea~
u n b r e a k a b l e,
cloaked in opalescent shimmers…
Tonight, I feel the warmth of
inner light
rushing through
arteries swollen with angst,
for I am the dream
I’ve been chasing~
through the greyest of rays,
oblivious to the bluest blur
within violet haze,
lost in the coldness of
wicked waves
whistling woeful verses
to the sun that rests
in the arms of the marine nest.
Let me be the serenity
you inhale
when your heart
feels like a secluded vessel.
Let me be the solace
to midnight melancholy,
when darkness is
the comfort of a duvet
where
nightingales croon.
Let me float like
the softness of feathers
as I wish upon
unseen jewels of twilight,
for I will rise and soar
like a phoenix,
reborn in flames of fortitude,
allowing pain to be
the prompt
when ink suffocates in
a casket of
deceased dahlias
embalmed with
dulcet desires.....
I am the aura
of a waltzing wildflower,
rooted in the soul of your garden
blooming with graceful gladiolus
still soaked in the scent
of sun-kissed sands
homing everlasting evergreens...
and you
will f o r e v e r
be my 3 a.m. prose~
the peace I embrace in your absence,
when sleep is
a mere forgotten rhyme...
Beneath the moon’s light
Elemental's dance
Kokopelli’s play
Didgeridoos full
Of healing magic.
Shamanic chants
Sail through the air
The ether's catch
The messages;
And healing
Begins its
Precious trek;
Flowing
Through my
Frame.
“You are not earth, water, fire or air
Nor are you empty space
Liberation is to know yourself
as Awareness alone
the Witness of these”
As the kundalini ascends
From root to sacral to plexus to heart
Either straight up or through bends
Even as breath flows in and does depart
There are stirrings within from a source enigmatic
We see no difference between form & formlessness
And whilst within form we are enlivened & ecstatic
We feel within our heart the Absolute awareness
We know too at this stage of energy centres above
Which may endow us with enhanced enableability
Yet having awakened at the heart we know only love
Our awareness as love is our being in certainty
Knowing love alone our awareness thus free flowing
Observing & witnessing happenings upon earth
We are as we are in sync with love so blossoming
With blissful joy and an equal eye in bubbling mirth
Epilogue:
What’s love got to do with witnessing & liberation one may ask
Well says the witness when we truly know ourself and so align
The knowing is in the warmth of divine love within which we bask
Both receiving & transmitting exalted pulsations of the Divine
(19-August-2019)
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Verse revisited on 22-October-2021
Here we are
We no longer spar
With matters of loss or gain
Equal, as of now, be it sun or rain
True it is, kundalini has risen
Yet did we truly wisen
Sushumna ignited
Heart delighted
Seat of our soul
That makes us whole
Beckons us from the heart
Where bliss ignition renewal starts
We sail through earthy illusions
Tranquil , free from confusion
Revelations intermittent
Yet heart is content
Both light and sound
Within and around resound
Reverberating like soundless thunder
As we imbibe bliss elixir in rapturous wonder
Teleported in a continuum of bliss delight
Renewing within through day and night
What to say, touched by God’s hand
Open secret we alone understand
When hearts are broken,
They travel to the land of sadness
By ships of sorrow,
They sail through oceans of tears.
Captained by solitude,
They go through raging storm of unsettledness
Broken hearts go deep,
Into trenches of pain.
Intoxicated by grief,
They tremble in fear
Fading reason,
Catapults them into the field of mayhem.
They suffer pinches from thorns of loneliness
And are made to settle on the throne of solitude
Ask me where broken hearts go,
And I'll tell you
They go nowhere,
But deep down the drain.
STRANJA
White clouds sail across skies of blue
Like an ocean above, I view
Sailing, floating, just like a kite
Merging together, feels so light
Pictures in the sky, I create
As my mind tip toes around fate
A few light raindrops catch my eye
Falling from pictures in the sky
A smile emerges just in time
To see the kites fly in this rhyme
To make a boat from paper too
And sail through peaceful skies of blue
Heidi Sands
6/20/23
*8 syllables
When I’m all dressy, you adore my charms -
I’m reaction-affected straight into your arms.
When morning touches our bed, our snuggle wiggles closer -
Light touches us as one and soft kisses are freshly begun.
In lighthearted moods, we laugh and play in rain -
Building ample joy to sail through any life strain.
We share secrets, dreams and life stories -
We grow by delving into all life categories.
Before night embraces our star bound wishes -
You seal them ambitious in love sewn stitches.
What I watch, you see, too;
When you need a fan, that is who I am;
When I laugh, it is echoed by you;
When in need of a listener, my ears heed;
What I feel, you seek to reveal; and
When you find joy in any minute, I am in it.
Content, you read your book while these words I write,
yet you have no knowledge of even being here tonight.
You have never gazed at me with love in your eyes
or even acknowledged me when I was within your sight.
Love thru fantasy is all I have to stifle my heart cries
and keep my entirety safe from unrequited love demise.