Best Saltiness Poems
If a poet falls in love with you
you will live forever.
Atticus Finch - To kill a mockingbird.
In the midst of conundrums, of 'what ifs.'
I dislike the ocean,
its bitter saltiness, brings no joy.
Perched safely, upon the highest cliff,
watching waves surge upon the shore.
They are a constant reminder of
how you waved goodbye.
Each ripple carried you away - forever.
Lost in reflection,
sentimental memories remain eternal.
Recalling how the sun caressed your face,
mirroring your spirited smile -
like a lantern in my darkness.
Still unforgettable -
the joy in those soulful eyes -
each time you glanced at me.
Nonchalantly, I would follow you.
As we walked without a care -
you never seeming to tire.
In our youthful playground,
rusty see-saws and swings
still remember our laughter and tears -
that first sophomoric kiss
and I can still taste you.
When night would arrive,
there was no fear, hand in hand.
You were like a mystical pixie,
glowing in the enchantment of moonlight -
it would illuminate through your eyes.
We could have danced all night,
our souls ascending to the heavens.
But, I was afraid of new horizons,
because, I knew you would depart -
just like a shooting star.
Without thinking,
I broke your heart -
before you could heal mine.
I remain in the silence of 'what ifs.'
But, I smile, content -
knowing that once there was a time,
your heart and mine,
merged like day and night.
Simple Musing
4 July 2020
This is a fictional poem.
An example for the 'One who got away' contest.
All I remember is rampant rain and a loud bang.
As dawn distilled through a canopy of palm trees,
glimpses of light reflected like emeralds on leaves.
I felt blessed in its warm golden glow,
as I awoke under clear sapphire skies.
Radiant sun blazed brightly,
reflecting like a fluorescent mosaic
upon turquoise waves kissing my bare feet.
I could hear cobalt macaws squawking
and soaring from cliffs to branches,
as the ocean lulled with a soft lullaby.
The air was so pure, but muggy,
as curious creatures, I had not seen before,
creeped and crawled around me.
As I wandered along a champagne shoreline,
I could hear an orchestra of morning birds,
composing their exotic melodies,
which added to the tranquillity of calmness.
Footsteps of fate led to a verdant forest with
an abundance of mahogany and rosewood trees.
A fluctuation of kaleidoscopic butterflies floated
among a plethora of petals in lush layers of
amber allamandas, maroon mandevillas,
orange orchids and purple passionflowers -
their sweet scents blending with saltiness of the sea breeze.
As my soul connected deeply with my surroundings,
a leafy path of twigs led to a myriad of mangroves,
their roots resting in an aquamarine toned lagoon.
I could see fancy fish in vibrant red, yellow and silver,
swimming in trails of troops around water lilies.
As my enchanted eyes gazed beyond a
flock of fuchsia feathered flamingos,
towards a gentle waterfall cascading,
serenely over steps of rock -
I caught a glimpse of a figure in divine light.
Dressed in ivory and gold,
reflecting in the image of Aphrodite.
Her bronze skin shimmered in the sunlight,
as her flaxen fair hair flickered in a gentle zephyr.
Such was the epitome of her grace, I was mesmerised.
I could have admired her brown pearl eyes, forever.
Unaware the endless blue horizons were
now dipped in velvet and honey hues,
I forgot about the diamonds in the sky.
The moon glowed like a ruby at midnight,
shining scarlet moonlight upon her lips -
my whole being craved for just one kiss.
Before I could approach her,
I opened my eyes in an unfamiliar room,
as a nurse in a white uniform asked me;
"welcome back, are you all right?"
Each time I see:
The golden sun
The silver moon
The platinum stars
I see Thee, my Lord
Each time I hear:
The rain to fall
The brooks to murmur
The falls to roar
I hear you, my Lord
Each time I touch:
The morning dew
The blooming flowers
The tender leaves
I touch Thee, my Lord
Each time I scent:
The flower's aroma
The air's fragrance
The sea's saltiness
I scent Thee, my Lord
Each time I taste:
The ripen fruits
The sweet honey
The intoxicating wine
I taste Thee, my Lord
Thou are:
The source of my life
The reason for my being
The cause of my thoughts
The ruler of my feelings
The savior of my soul
Without Thee there is:
No meaning
No purpose
No grace
No salvation
Thus
Eternally
I would worship Thee, my Lord and shall
Devote my life to serving Thee in all humility
Claiming nothing for myself
But
Glorifying Thee with every thought, word, and deed of mine
In the best way, I would be able to
In the hope that I could help others the way Thee, would like
Me to do!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 August 2020
* This poem was chosen as POTD. Thank you all good friends who have contributed to this honor with their continuous support! God bless you!
I also thank the site for the bestowed honor!
Everyone will be salted with fire. “Salt is good, but if it loses its saltiness, how can you make it salty again? Have salt among yourselves, and be at peace with each other.”
Mark 9:49?-?50 NIV
Salt once traded ounce for ounce for gold
To preserve food to not harvest mold
All humans and livestock need salt to survive
As the Queen bee is needed in a hive
Sending out pheromones to give guidance
As we shall hear when we dwell in silence
Let us become the salt of the earth
Absorbing the living water unto a new birth
That we might preserve His word
Coming together into One herd
As the spirit guides each of us in unity
To become a divine community
Each grain looks so tiny
But when coming together is mighty
How can we make salt useful again
By absorbing the the One who brings the rain
the saltiness of love
a riveting fall
unlike other tears
this solitary shed
like a drip of life-blood
the lance of each freckle
an almost feckless drive over the sallow cheek
finally landing on the lump of her throat
the last tear stains her pillow
tasted by encompassing family
a lovely bouquet
the aroma of memories
likewise a splash of a storm
lashing against the window pain
softly moaning wind
as she exhales one more breath
like the shake of a baby’s rattle
as the sun shines
a doe with a sparkling eye
and her fawn
through the window pane
her family exhales
and holds the snapshot
of her death
2/4/2019
Silent One’s One Last Tear Contest
Yes, love the salty ocean rocky shore,
and gaze at endless blue waves in motion;
with a restless and merciless loud roar,
I adore the wild salty ocean shore.
Waves crashing upon rocks with emotion,
all its foamy frothy saltiness pour;
with birds calling for a great commotion,
yes, love the salty ocean rocky shore.
The waves come for a countless wet encore,
the sound a loud moving locomotion;
while I stand on the rocks wanting more, more,
and gaze at endless blue waves in motion.
Visiting each day with huge devotion,
with salt on my lips I walk and explore;
waves whisper me a harmony woven,
with a restless and merciless loud roar.
In the blue sky ocean birds scream and soar,
sitting with pen finding words unspoken;
oh will not tire of it evermore,
I adore the wild salty ocean shore.
Yes, love the salty ocean . . .
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February 22, 2021
Poetry/Rondeau Redouble Modified/Yes, Love the Salty Ocean
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1331-416-22
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Salt
sponsor, Anthony Biaanco, Judged 03/10/2021
First Place
I want to live
Not to focus on the end
Or on ENDING it
Not to see what’s wrong but right
Try to see beyond darkness to light
I want to try to dry my tears
To think of the coming years
To make a mark
To be strong
Not give up the fight
I want to live
And even when
I wish for death
There is that voice
That whispers to go on
To survive
To leave something behind
Death will come
Soon enough
In his own time
He will come and call
And take my hand
But till that time
I don’t want to flirt with him
Or be consumed with thoughts
Of joining him too soon
In a bonding embrace
No….I want to live!
I want to laugh
I want to dance
To sing
To write my little heart out
I want to love
I want to make love
With a deluge of passion
That bathes the universe in light
A glowing, pulsating star of the night,
I want to display...every hue of desire
Matching…NO…outdoing the kaleidoscope light show
Of the Aurora Borealis
YES….I want to FEEL
EVERY SENSATION
I want to experience
Ecstasy
Exhilaration
Elation
Ebullience supreme
Excitement galore
What’s more
I want to taste
On my lips
The saltiness of my own tears
Tears of joy
Of sated desire, but also
Tears of pain
Yes, even pain needs to visit
The home of my heart
For she makes JOY more precious
Happiness more REAL
For joy and pain are siblings
In the family of feelings
They visit at different times
I accept each call
Each visit
Though unexpected
I will act the host
And try my best
To focus on each visitor
And converse with my heart
And understand with my mind
The reason why
And THEN… I’ll determine
To go on….
I NEED to go on……
To give and not expect a return
To lavish and ravish
With all I have
With every minute particle of me
TO LOVE….
To love…
Myself
For I need my own acceptance
I crave my own praise
I desire my own kindness
I must train myself to see
My own beauty to believe
I have something to share
I have words to gift
Thoughts that could light up the world
And if not the world
To light up a face
Oh, what grace!!!
I want to live
This moment
NOW
For the fabric of this garment
Is sewn with the thread
Of
E T E R N I T Y
Yes, I want to live...
And I will...
I WILL
Eileen Manassian Ghali
She is the liquid night
The fluid obsidian chalice
She engulfs me
Her breath is frangipani
It is the air I breathe
She permeates me
In her starlit vision
In her saltiness
She inspires me
She is in lahara
The gifts she bares
She subdues me
Her laughter is gold
It is the sunlit day
She uncovers me
In her swaying presence
In her sand strewn hair
She desires me
She is the fallow earth
The orgasmic humus bed
She gestates me
Her touch is dewpoint
It wets my thirst
She precipitates me
In her silken sweat
In her pounding pulse
She receives me
Contest: Limerence theme
I see her, ecstatic under thundering skies, red flashed lightning
Long hair static, arms spread wide,
savoured downpour, dance.... exuberant
As if day becomes night, a crimson moon, tinted stars, painted clouds
Peering down, eclipsing fears and weaving enchantment
Her pirouettes stir dry leaves in whirlwind patterns
And I stand in awe, my clumsy limbs reach out to her
My coy moves, a pitiful attempt to match her audacity
Her inner focus, isolated from everything but herself.
I wonder, could this be a dream, a vision created by a lonely mind
An apparition in melodic shapes, beauty conjured by wishful feelings…
Then she stops, looks in my direction, and my breath escapes
Her eyes enchanting pools of fire, and deep inside I stir:
"Dance with me". Is that my voice, cracking like breaking branches?
One lithe motion and she is behind me, over my shoulder I can see her curls
No, it is her voice, an angelic sound wafts about me, I am motionless, mesmerized
“Dance with me” she says again, touching my arm as I feel myself floating
Lighter than air, as if I have wings, I feel nothing and I feel everything…
Nothing, nothing beats her warmth, no rain, no thundering booming growl
from the clouds, no, nothing beats the warmth of her heart beating against
mine, or the saltiness of her skin, or the gentle teasing in her voice
I still find it hard to convince myself that this is happening…to me
But dream or not I will dance, for that is my life…to dance
And I will smile for the first time in a long time…in harmony with hers
"I knew you before you knew me" she says: "I saw you before you saw yourself"
And deep inside I melt, those walls she expertly tears down brick by brick:
A mason cementing with bare hands, and I am suddenly naked.
And I am free, no longer held captive by my own desolate thoughts,
free to explore, free to experience and free to follow her lead,
as we now dance, unreserved, un-tethered…into every tomorrow, together.
***
September 30, 2017
Copyright © Chris Green and Darren White
Time and tide again waits for no man
tempest-tossed upon life’s billow
The hull or the dinghy
Serves as a fortress
Though steady on its keel
Knocked his wits and sense
As he vacillates between levity and despair
Caused by his unbridled folly
He rakes the moon from out of the sea
A gust of air blew
It tethered him to flee
All you see is overcast
Knots, tiller, hatch, or helm
Love’s killer patch, overwhelm
Derelict in a sense
A castaway float astray
Break the resolve
Of a man who once vowed
to never sail again
But the songs of the nymphs
Was beckoning him
Is there something alluring
or is he just lonely?
Can't find comfort in the stillness
With every beating on the mast
Fate on the tide
Because not once, not twice
But several times
he almost drowned
He was lost at sea
His curse muffled
No stir in the air
He was peeled
And like the tales of sailormen,
She suddenly appeared
Like white foam
She ribboned the blue sky
The clouds drifts idly
As if they haven’t heard
Not a stirring breeze
But her ravenous rage
Devoured him
With rapacious eagerness
Lapping at his ballast
A violent wind is no match
To a careless sail man
in the middle of a stormy sea
He tasted the saltiness
And remembered the breath of his past
As he found himself washed ashore
He was saved at last
But he was looking for more
Despite the warning from the weather lore
And like the wind,
She whips a howling dance
As sea and sky make love
She could not calm her frenetic ire
It stirred something in him
It hit him like a squall
Once again he takes the plunge
Stupid as he is
To find himself once again
Sailing in the storm
Amidst the tempestuous sea
Evening gray and morning red
He could only wish he was dead.
All hands on deck
And as he chants
Red sky in the morning
Serves as warning
Red sky at night sailors delight
Her crimson lips parted
As she said,
"Evening red and morning gray,
help the traveler on his way.
Evening gray and morning red
bring down my wrath upon his head".
There is an immersive beauty you experience walking along the shore…
when you experience the sea….
as every sense your body possesses…feels it instantly.
You see an eternity of ocean heading over the horizon
like an endless watery floor…
You smell the salt air all around you…you hear the ocean roar.
You bend down to touch the water.
You taste its saltiness on your hand.
You remove your shoes and allow your feet
to become acquainted with the sand.
You find your voice is silent from the moment you begin
which allows your elevated senses to take all this beauty in.
As you gently walk in silence
finding peace and balance on the shore…
your senses having been unlocked…
are crying out for more.
It feels as if time slows down
just long enough for you to take a closer look….
and you cannot help but smile in this moment
happy this is the path you took.
When it’s time to go you thank the ocean…
whispering, “Don’t worry, I’ll be back to visit you some more.”
because you know you cannot stay away too long
one you have experienced the beauty of the shore.
leaving the hot sands
of comfort wading into
the salty unknown
diving headlong into
its coldness that shocks
my body I rise to breathe
while the waters burn
my eyes its profound
stength nudges me as,
a mother does her children
huge churning waves crash
closer, growing in size until it
seems a beast, slicing
into the bubbly turquoise colors
One sweep of my arms propels me,
Into this turbulent force tossing
me about in the
churning fury as my lungs
burn for air, disoriented
I finally break the surface,
sweet air cooling the
fire in my lungs glancing
towards the sands yet the
seductive ocean beckons
to me free from the
comfort craving the unknown
heartbeat races from
excitement as those
waves win, like a mermaid,
I dive into the seductive saltiness
swimming towards the sunset
Leaving the comforting
sands behind
At Home In The Darkness
I am not afraid of dying
I have spent a thousand years in darkness
Hiding behind a million nightmares
My existence is not what my heart told me it would be
I live wanting and wishing for an elusive moment
One moment of light truth and hope
All I have is the burn of my tears
The sweet saltiness of my blood
Tears on my flesh open to the putrid air
The world rejected me
My thoughts were too off the wall
I was too different and did not want to change
That was their mistake to make
They chose and I fled into the darkness
It is where I belong…where I survive
But I am not afraid of dying
I have spent a thousand years in darkness
It is my home and that is all I deserve
Blue- SPARKLES
from my twinkling eyes,
contrasting BLACK pupils to reveal to her my attraction!
Blue- you will no longer be the BEAT within my lonely spirit,
for lemon YELLOW citron eyes fill my shadowed corridors.
Blue- Your Midnight is scented with PUNGENT aromas,
I desire the brilliance of WHITE morning glories!
Blue- Allow the SALTINESS of her ocean to grace my tongue,
let me float upon tumultuous waves and gaze up at a SILVER moon.
Blue- so DESPERATELY felt,
revealing everything I long for,
yet I am doomed to see in shades of GREY
Her spirit Sparkles
with the ferocity
of a diamond black feline!
My heart beat skipping,
as I gaze into her lemon yellow citrine eyes.
The pungent aromas of pheromones enticing my being.
White passion pulsating deep within my minds eye.
I long to lick the saltiness from the small of her arching back..
Silver moon beams bathe the room and I relish what my eyes see!
Desperately I attempt to see beyond the shades of grey---
for the thing I desire most has always been,
COLOUR!
By Richard Lamoureux
Thanks for the challenge Tammy!
the air smacks of saltiness from the seas
I feel so alive
fresh like
and wired for the most intrepid of experiences
this sea has me
cradles me in it`s briny fingers
and shows me it`s marvelous creatures that inhabit its environment
the sea is home to whales and dolphins
sea urchins and star fish
that cling and move over the slimy slippery rocks at the bottom
I am drawn to the sea
as it somehow touches the emotional aspects of my being
bringing breath out of depths of these lungs
and wave upon wave
splashing my breath from the shallows onto the shoreline
I give myself over to the sea
it`s rapturous glories that bind my soul to it`s heartbeat
I think
my home is here
within the sea of my heart.