Best Submarine Poems
From fathoms deepest keep, where man,
Shall not dare go, a white toothy giant
Dwells, with hatred's malice, this is a living man
Eater, whom lies at the bottom of the ocean.
In this striking zone, of deadly encounters,
Here where dead men tell no tails, crimson
Currents of the lifeless, float to the top of the food
Chain, and their last breaths of air explode, as
Bubbles above at the surface,
Leaving nothing behind but a bloody residue,
And the wreckage mangled life raft, and one word
Still lingers on the foreboding breeze, as a screams
Echoing drowns into whispers in silences last refrain,
SHARK!
Nay this aquatic Phantom, called Submarine,
Is the gray ghost that stalks within every human
Beings nightmares, just below the waves of our
Subconscious fears, a demon lurks in the darkness,
Of the murky shallows, waiting to take a bite
Out of us.
A thirty-seven foot killing machine, with razor
Blades of jagged ivory's, moving at velocities mega
Speed, heading straight for humanity's beach,
His favorite hunting grounds.
A leviathan of a shark, highly intelligent,
Circling his preferred prey called man,
The hunter is ready to appease his
Insatiable appetite that is never satisfied,
In a carnivores blood bath of mayhem,
Just off shore of paradise.
In hell's kingdom many souls scream from
Below one word that echoes through the
Chum filled surf above, SHARK.
For these are the latest victims, of
The Submarines wrath, and now they do
So warn the living, beware of this sharp
Toothed Giant!
Look into the black eyes of death, take
Notice if he bares the scare of men,
And notches gouge mark on his dorsal fin,
For than thee shall know for sure, if
It is truly the gray ghost,
Known as Submarine.
If thou’ art sure, than say your final prayers unto God,
And inhale one last deep breath of air,
Than swim away, as fast as you can,
For humanity is now on the menu!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Submarine sandwich
how hoagies were meant to be
satisfies hunger
I took a dive
And saw the fish.
A star fish too…
I made a wish.
An octopus,
A scuttling crab,
The ocean’s floor
Is never drab.
As mermaids sing
And dolphins play,
I wish this was
My holiday.
A treasure chest,
A sunken ship.
Now time to leave -
But what a trip.
I can’t believe
The things I’ve seen;
I wish I owned
This submarine.
For Heather’s Beatlemania contest
While all parked in their separate places
Couples were watching the Submarine Races
Trying hard not to show their faces
The chicks with all of their graces
Put their tops back on - their Chantilly Laces!
Well here and now, I'm gonna come clean
There'll be no mistaking exactly what I mean
I love the young ladies
Though I'm in my eighties
Waiting to do battle with my anxious submarine
© Jack Ellison 2015
One night way out by the Old Beach
I started out being a leech.
While watching the Submarine Races
I almost made it to all of her bases
Till she moved back just out of my reach.
She cried ,"Tomorrow you won't respect me!"
I pleaded, "Why do you now reject me?"
Then my next line worked all of its charm:
"You know I would never do you any harm."
And my passionate plea did protect me.
But the time had gone by way too fast
And the rendezvous wasn't to last;
It started to drizzle,
The mood did a fizzle
And the magic spell suddenly passed.
Yet, on the way home she told me
She wanted to kiss and to hold me.
So, what else could I do?
I hugged her, kissed her, too;
Again and again she consoled me!
SUBMARINE
It was Navy Day on the River Tyne*
I can remember I was about nine.
Four big grey warships to be seen
And a small black submarine.
The big ships were truly splendid
With flags and lights. They reminded
Me of olden days when ships had sails
And lots of well-polished brass rails.
But the sub
was menacing.
Small, black,
Powerful.
Like a mamba snake.
Inside it was tiny,
Comfort reduced
to minimum,
For maximum ability
to attack.
The flotilla put to sea together that evening
Flags a-flutter, big and proud, fast-steaming
Bands were playing, line-ahead formation.
Mighty, visible symbols of a naval nation.
But the sub
went alone,
and dived
below
the waves
silently -
waiting.
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*River Tyne – a small but deep river in England, with extensive port facilities.
A foreign diplomat has sustained a head injury.
He cannot undergo the usual neurosurgery.
Instead, something out of the ordinary is due.
A submarine is used with a team of surgeons for a crew.
They shrink the sub to less than microscopic size.
They enter the man’s body with this one condition.
There is a short time to accomplish the mission.
The crew has sixty minutes to reach where the injury lies.
More than one hour, and it will be too late.
The sub will enlarge again, and suffer a terrible fate.
This is an exciting flick without a doubt.
The next time it appears on TV, check it out.
Based on the 1966 film “Fantastic Voyage”
“Yes” here we go
Dangling to and fro
In the midst of a sinking submarine
Taken is our right
A future of constant fight
Still we all pull together as a team
In the midst of a sinking submarine
Forth and back
Bobbing so slack
As if awake in the centre of a dream
The seas full lashing
Awaiting of the crashing
So we all pull together as a team
In the midst of a sinking submarine
As air becomes less
On each other we must rest
And all pull together as a team
In the midst of a family submarine!
JD
www.readmypoetrynow.blogspot.com/
Upper lid shut
All worries out
I dive to meet my target
I will hit it no doubt
I stalk my prey
All he can do is pray
He will go down before, "Oh! Lord" he can say
He will see what will be his last day
God help him, if in my sights he comes
All that is left of him will be blown up lumps
My strike will put him in a tight jam
'Cause I am a Submarine- Yes I am.
deep sea
would be
new bub
on sub
fall down
long frown
nerves shot
gut knot
crush depth
last breath
light red
hope fed
want live
may give
can’t bear
no air
2/13/2022
A Strand (1073) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
inspired by the movie Black Sea
once aboard the desert submarine
anchored by the golden sundial
outlandish and phosphorescent
we crossed the greatness
of many drowned landscapes
fluxes of algae and shrewish freesias
cloistering up
dans le château à la lune
where the ragman’s lantern announces
the arrival of the fearful butter knight
he’s tattered and salted
the endangered specimen
straight from the cabinet of Walter Potter
the missing piece of a lifeless diorama
the granite giant of bronze ages
walking at the speed of light
he’s an itinerant vendor
and with his grand dexterity
he’ll get us before we
summon the witnesses
his crime forgotten
his crime simply victimless
once aboard the desert submarine
we’re outlandish and phosphorescent
and we’ll have our moon Halloween
and honeymoon of adolescence
Musical submarine
Down South
John Lennon, toilet paper and comb
Hendrix put down his guitar
Hummed and sang rrrr, brrr, dooo
Ride of the Valkyres
At the Royal Albert Hall
Nearly four thousand players
What a buzz in the place
Good vibrations
Alabama Vest
Warren Herbert Frost
George D Smith
Africans before them
Ceremonial noises
Mirliton and membramophone
Exhibited at a dedicated museum
A Kazoo
Jack Horne for Nette’s Sound Madness contest
Under the windowsill
Ages dripped across the frosting wood
Now snow, the warm touch of a finger
Aggravates the soul of a tiger
As the pyramids stand absolute amidst a sand storm
The Nile runs red with the tears of angels
A jolt in the heart’s pulse and the spirits all collapse
'Until the sky falls down,' she says
Yet the blue roses I left at her door
Speak only of Lila
And her song of glorious affliction
Though my enlivened crucifixion
Speaks softly in thine ears
Tethered I remain to this house
Mere
Reflected
bake the beans - navy.
stir the gravy thick.
blue’s wavy, pot tips.
savvy cook, seasoned,
floats the pan
ballast-crew chows down.
12/7/2017