Best Sinking Poems
Like falling into stillness - like stars that make no sound,
I’m falling into ocean; there’s nothing I can do,
and ever since a person’s birth, there is no solid ground.
Teardrops made this ocean, and with all humanity,
I’m foundering while drowning, sinking into sea.
Time, the endless grains of sand, surrounds these depths of blue.
After so much time, who’ll remember you or me?
And at this ocean’s bottom, whatever will be found?
Bill's snowman was missing a snout
For carrots in shops had run out.
A sausage sufficed
But as it de-iced
Its purpose was cast into doubt!
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Murky sea this day as she wades chest deep
Battling strong waves with every step
No other swimmers, no lifeguards, no sun
Nary a gull on the beach so windswept
Solitude is her preference, she floats
Closes her eyes, attempts to clear her head
She’s tossed about, but opts to remain
She’d rather be here than alone in bed
Suddenly she feels a slippery nudge
To her feet she slips, scans surrounding sea
No life in sight, but she’s drifted out far
Her heart pumps fast, she swims feverishly
Another bump! Is this her worst nightmare?
Sea creature preying ‘neath turbulent surf?
White caps surround and her cries reach no ears
A painful sting, she’s p
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For Gareth's "Leave Me Hanging" challenge
Bowing to the mighty ocean
Relentless is her pull,
Into the blue depths
'Til she's good and full
Ice took it's first shot
As steady we ran right in,
Sailing along so freely
As a whale on his fin
Crashing, just scraping by
Then onto a dead stop,
I write this letter now
While I sit safe atop
The iron walls creak
The frigid waters seep,
Tilting the floorboards and
The last tears I weep
A message in a bottle
Dropped into the blue,
Do pardon my absence...
I shall not be joining you.
Sinking into a True Despair
It’s like trying to shoot a monstrous ghost that you can’t ever see,
and, at the same time, this applies when one wants to kill a rumor,
and where everything is just like water running off a duck’s back,
and when you can’t see the source of it as it disappears over time.
Yet, if this leak becomes a true object of issue and a real concern,
then all the damage is irreparable and beyond any hope of saving.
It’s at this stage that we choose to cut our losses and to move on.
And, why not? Despair is always a part of the human experience.
Yet, where there is “despair” there can also be “hope,” if each of
us have the courage to summon it and to never take counsel of
our own fears. Hope can spring eternal, if the human will is stout
and courageous. Let us hope so and make it so!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid
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July 5, 2021 (Verse)
Entangled in a dream, reality is so far away.
Hiding in the closet, wanting not to stay.
What surrounds me, no one knows.
This road I’m traveling, I yes, I chose.
Spinning around me are the problems I face.
Which way shall I go? I can’t find my place.
Growing weaker as the days go by,
I want to give up, I don’t want to try.
I want to deny the feelings I feel,
And the hurt only God can heal.
My mind is swollen with thoughts so deep,
Separating me from this world, I sleep.
Lying there restless, tears flowing from my eyes,
Thinking about God and how hard I try.
Wanting to reach out and take his hand,
Instead I’m stuck in this sinking sand.
“minus identity . . who am I?” - Unseeking Seeker
I am a boat not anchored to the shore.
The waves keep crashing me. They’re coming fast
and very hard. I hear the ocean’s roar.
My stern and bow are breaking. They can’t last.
My hull is sinking. If I’d had a name,
I can’t recall it. No esteem have I.
Who was I, and who am I now? All aim
is lost, and as I sink, I see the sky
so dark and terrifying even though
it’s daytime. Is it nighttime after all?
I look around me, and I just don’t know
where I begin or end. I feel so small.
I’m breaking into pieces on a sea
that swallows me and my identity.
concrete silently
weeping softly clouded rain
pouring out its heart
Crying out its anger to
the world that corrupt it
A sip of wine from a heart-shaped glass,
This tempting intoxicating pleasure
Is crimson like your blood,
Cheering like the wind
Of evanescent changes,
And so I'm giving in.
Droplets of crimson love
Ruin sandy castles fast,
Making this sand the bottom
Of some new sea,
Linking our parallel worlds,
Drowning old ways and turns,
Only there's no bridge back-
To reality.
You're indulging in this,
Constantly getting much deeper.
It is as sweet as a sin
And as soft as a kiss.
It's enough for an ocean,
Yet it will never link
Our made-up lands,
Which makes me turn to this potion -
I'm sinking again.
To long for poetry soup, cut and paste follow like , page 9.
http://www.seafarers.org/documents/May2016Log.pdf
Subdued sorrow
seeps from swollen eyes,
and severed sobs
stab into the surrounding
silence.
I'm suffocating in a sea
of separation,
struggling to stay
afloat but I'm
sinking fast.
Somebody save me
before it swallows
me whole.
as she sinks
he rises.
as he sinks
she sinks too.
Thus, came to an end,
both the depth of my breath,
and our happy sail,
on the waves of the pacific.
The iceberg pierced the giant,
sucked us,
of our joy and dreams,
families deserted and orphans born.
To those chilling waves,
we froze,
with jaws wide apart,
and our teeth went crystal.
Our tears went unnoticed,
superior were those,
icy beams of the pacific,
that froze our tears half way down.
we floated for hours,
on those old dusty structures of wood,
they could bear not more than one,
relations along with dreams, we had to sacrifice.
thus froze my body in the icy arms,
my pulse stampeded,
and hopes shattered
so speaks my soul from the distant skies. #PSM
The second house this year to go under in Atlantic City.
This is a scenario that does not look too pretty.
A once venerable establishment will soon be history.
The future of gaming is now obscured with doubt.
In the big crap game of business, they have just sevened-out.
We will be bidding farewell to the esteemed Showboat.
They have tooted their last horn with a sour note.
After August 31, that will be all she wrote.
from a local news story
Quicken my perception with your poetic prophecies
Preach with persuasion, until your theories are believed
Mixed me in the mortar of your mental monument,
Illuminate my psyche with your divine enlightenment
Chronicle your intelligences onto my solemn scrolls
Let me read you like a mystery and watch the plot unfold
Speak to me in riddles and watch me crack your codes
Light the fuse to my confusion and feel it explode
Brand my brain with the force of your profound conviction
Explain to me your logic, dissecting fact from fiction.
Take me to a higher level while my knowledge elevates
Deadlocked in your insight; no way to escape
Engrave your explanations into my wild imagination
Revive my unawareness with your clarifications
Submerge me in your subconscious until I fathom your meaning
Intuition knowing, growing, over flowing in your reasoning
Drown me in the seas of your possibilities
Fill me with your brilliance beyond my capacity
Manipulate my mind and reposition my thinking
Throw me a life preserve; my rationality‘s sinking
Chiquita Baity
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