Best Sunken Poems
Life has gifted me with tragedy,
broken images, forever haunting,
excruciating my suffering; blood
upon the pulse of my serenity.
Crystal lines are etched over this glaciered heart,
and my tears wash blotches of thoughts
that leaves me blank again daily.
Stolen by death, I am left mourning the assassins kill,
soul sliced open, like the parted sea.
Chained and bound I evade flirtatious eyes,
to inhibit forbidden thoughts;
for love fled upon your precious wings,
survived only by my silent memories.
I stood alone in the midst of nightmares,
just searching for you amongst a midnight dream.
Alas, although the stars filled my eyes,
the sky gathered clouds and the Moon reigned misery,
no peace to be found;
yet today the heavens opened and allowed me to breathe;
I saw your face again, arms out-stretched,
and you said: ”Love come to me,
but mere steps into the convalescent sea."
In the sunken garden of love,
Pure water is conserved.
For-get-me-nots grow from above.
Fragrant roses are served.
Love will make our scent sing,
Birds fly and thrill with zing,
I feel i am a king.
Time up says the warden,
In the sunken garden.
Quietus
A tomb
So chill so deathly still
Where algaed bells hang dumb
Diffus'd
Her warted weaving spire
In eerie midnight sun
A womb
Come bubble bubble down
In gloom the vaulted way
To see
Through brackish ripple glass
By jaded light of day
Profound
Black iron gargoyle's heads
Resounding deathless ringing
To hear
The swaying sunken choir
Of chancel ghosts go singing
"TE DEUM
(eummm) LAUDAMUS
TE DEUM (eumm - eumm)
TE DEUM
(eummm) LAUDAMUS
TE DEUM (eumm - eumm)
He speaks of sunken treasure
Draws maps to fortunes you may find
He writes it boldly as to where it may lie
Taking pleasures in his masculine pride
A gentleman cultivated in artistry
Loving lavishly he knowingly struts
Boosting his flirtatious ego
His moves, planned, calculated
To arise primal pumping blood
Eyes that manipulate and conspire
Until your dreams become endless desire
He breathes a burning fire
Embers embedded within
Unsuspected your caught within his grasp
Words uttered to ensnare
He persuades you in a game of trust
Leads you into passion and lust
Making you believe in sunken treasures
01/09/15
thanks to PD for the inspiration to write this poem.
Haunted Old Ocean;
Specters swim throughout the sea;
For many a good ship has,
Met its final doom;
Within the tempestuous,
Waters and cannot move on.
On stormy nights you
May see a ghostly visage;
A ship that no longer sails.
Know that beneath lay,
One in its watery tomb;
It’s calling to warn…”Danger”!
Its last memory
Before fate let the waters,
Collect another victim.
Illuminate her rusted locks
to strip her husk chagrin
as the water whipping silver spray
swirled heavy, pulls you in
This argyle blue is painful
'gainst your skin of yellow fall
to limbs bent thin of daisy stems
in an instant, rather small.
And yet you wish to join the fish
in their underwater parade
as nightfall casts it's meager light
on the plankton confetti cascade
Her hull is jewel bestudded
with a tanzanite chandelier
as the grief of pirate widows
she holds to her bosom dear
So tonight the twilight ball begins
complete with yearning violins
and dance you will as the lightning sings
and the ship crowns you as her ruin king.
Oh my dear, I do see your silhouette;
Sad as it seems your tears steadily drip,
crashing to the floor but oh so quiet.
My love, I do fret I cannot quite rip this
puppeteer of pure pain behind your eyes.
“Come closer my love,” but she stood quite still.
Though the tears become puddles as she cries,
the dark fears cannot break desire’s will.
Oh how her shadow now fades glowingly,
broken promises pry pleasure from pain.
She smiles finally and, knowingly
in her eyes no more tears; her sky no rain,
for she’s found solace in realizing
the grace of having a heart still beating.
Soul is weary
Heavy heart's dreary
Breastbone crushing resuscitation
Pressing rhythms flatline
A moldering past
Alas—a day to die for
A Sunken Pink Camaro
Tropical fish.
swim in and out of the windows
of a sunken pink Camaro.
I dive, leaving a rainbow stream
of billowing bubbles
Above on
the timber pier, someone
with a piano accordion
plays chiming French music,
while nearby old fishermen
swap vivid fish stories’.
Through ripples,
of clear water I see,
children dancing to tin drums
beaten by a lively,
ivory- toothed Jamaican.
I surface,
with a turquoise-tailed
mermaid, perched on
my left shoulder.
Some how,
I have rescued her
from a sunken pink Camaro
Suzanne Delaney
For P D’s & SKAT's Women write about Car Contest
Afar in gusty plains,
Moved a massive silhouette
of the sunken city.
-Ism
Today you look thin,
Every mirror slanders doves,
Tomorrow you’re fat.
Internal war waged,
Relentless burns subside,
Tranquilize the fear.
Society smears,
Fractured fountations tremble,
Look up for repair.
By: Sabina Nicole
He stood bravely before me
with a medal of honor in his right hand
and a bandage of agony around his left knee
It seemed like he had struggled to stand,
his crutches lay useless on the ground
I found it hard to understand why,
a soldier in pain didn't even frown
With a voice firm but dry
his words shook me like thunder
"You're now the man of this house"
he uttered like a worn-out hunter
quivering up my legs like a terrified mouse
Drowning my mind through cold ears
he passed his sincere respect and sunken tears
A brine muffled resonance given to the huge ancient tolling bells
Still the fearsome proud gargoyles stare but now outface just fish
Gentled by time a seas barnacle claimed pews some fifty fathoms down
Chancel aisles and naves perceived there filled a ghostly congregation
Faithful now the drowned the dead the lost tsunami friends
They lie in the sea we know not where
God please grant them heavenly peace
God please grant them peace
Inspired by Claude Debussy’s piece
THE SUNKEN CATHEDRAL – after Claude Debussy
A tomb
So chill, so deathly still
Where algaed bells hang dumb
Diffus’d
Her warted, weaving spire
In eerie midnight sun
A womb
Come, bubble, bubble down
In gloom, the vaulted way
To see
Through brackish ripple glass
By jaded light of day
Profound
Black iron gargoyle’s heads
Resounding, deathless, ringing
To hear
The swaying, sunken choir
Of chancel ghosts go singing
“TE DEUM
(eumm) – LAUDAMUS
TE DEUM – (eumm – eumm)
TE DEUM
(eumm) – LAUDAMUS
TE DEUM – (eumm – eumm)
Black churning death coming from the sea
No distinction twixt them you or me
Drowned the dead the lost tsunami friends
Not figuring so quick and sharp their ends
Unheard by those above
Muffled heard a tolling bell
A greeting in depths far below
Gentled by time a seas barnacle claimed pews many fathoms down
Chancel aisles and naves perceived there filled ghostly a new congregation
God please grant them heavenly peace
God please grant them peace