Best Tropic Poems
Tropic Sea
Wet and wild,
greedy waves lick beaches...
washing long lost secrets back to shore
Aquamarine warm waters kissing deep blue sky
decorated with smiling islands in the sun
Tranquil haven or raging tempest
dead calm before a storm…
Tropic Sea
06-13-2014
Contest: Theme #6 - The Sea- (Old & New) Poems (01-18-2016)
Sponsor: SKAT A
Placement: 7th
Contest: Choose Your Favorite Body (06-15-2015)
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placement: 3rd
~ Fiji eve, afire ...
palms blow kisses to the moon -
jealous coral sky ~
O how I pine your lips to feel again
To sip the honeyed fountain of your youth
And let your milk wash me afresh like rain
Cuddling to its breast the wet blistered root
I want to disrobe you like night the moon
And let the drums of our drunken hearts moan
In silk sheets of wind, my desires are swoon
In the lap of memory: All I own -
My fingers lingering at the curves, keep
Deep tumults of joy, O moon, come again
The rod is green, and too erect to sleep
In this slow rise and fall of pant and pain -
I remember too, a brown, dusky light
I before you burnished ... my tropic night.
Sweet island of the tropic moon
Who could paint a dream as this
Believe a sky could be so blue
Or know a place, like this exists
Where gold reflects the ocean sky,
Sweet island of the tropic moon
We come to you where breezes kiss
And passion fills a heart with bliss
Where ancient palms could sing and sigh
I had not heard a wind could hum
Or breezes too, could play a tune
Or birds could wear a rainbow hue
Beneath your moon, a sandy cove
My passion came, and turned to love
And left me warm and worry free
Along the rise and falling waves
All cares are gone, they’ve blown away
Into the mist and distant seas
~
For Gail Doyle's Contest
By Carrie Richards 2/15/12
as if the great expanse collapsed
eclipsing hearthstones
amid the cordillera
where sun begins to beg
her true name
life stops alongside the eucalyptus
and the words warm
dripping honey to the south
shadows dance
and straight below we stand
just letting go
past particles
in the winds of time
in the tropic of us
we thrust our faith, our knowledge
our fortune and fortitudes
character, a dying breed
in need
moments held close
mouthed in mystery
we lick the solemm soul of the earth
before we soar
to destiny and destinations set free
With visual field microscopic
Some utterly blind and myopic
Consume to the max
As a luxury tax
On those needing help philanthropic
When the bronze-skinned,
silver tongue surfer
came smoothly yacht cruising
at year’s end
All the island ladies,
at the cabana house welcoming party,
mosh pit fell in ...
Fell in love
with the cosmopolitan thought
of permanently leaving
Loose their dinghy life from the slow-pace wharf,
and deep dive go fast
romantic adventure sailing
Isle isolation departure
was the open sea dolphin freedom
Tho’ the flamboyant playboy
stage act was Shakespearean serious,
behind the bamboo-zled veil,
it was all just winter vacation pleasure fun
“Love ‘em and leave ‘em on the run,”
this was his favorite yoga mantra
Fantasy Island desertion
was as cold a breeze as they come
It’s cold in the tropic,
Tahiti tears are snowflake falling
Frosty behavior ... change the topic
Bad weather report kiss missing
Now the few chosen, pretty island girls,
all thought they were the one
Their sad, wintering thoughts
are just a crushed string of fake pearls
“Love ‘em and leave ‘em on the run,”
this was his favorite tantric mantra
Another island desertion
was as Arctic a breeze as they come
It’s cold in the tropic,
Fiji tears are snowflake falling
Northern exposure behavior ...
monsoon sobs salt lick
It’s so cold in the tropic,
Paros tears are palm tree frozen
Snow blizzard report ... no kiss goodbye
Ice floes forming quick
Heavy snow falling in the tropic,
Oahu frozen teardrops ... no Aloha kisses
So very cold in the Azores to Palawan tropic
Arctic bound vows
are making island souls frostbitten heartsick
"Tropic of Cancer"
Follow the silent trail
words like stars shine
coded on straight lines
blind to all
like diamonds
they are invisible
the keys
written and held
Winter stars puzzle the sky
Northward a cold frontier
waits beckoning
Capricorn’s Summer's dream
Escape Hell South
Where Heaven is a blue sky
golden beach purgatory
littered with pristine fingernail shells
Chinaman's Beach
the child grown
no more school bells
days are long and free to roam
Nine inch nails
to be buried in
some other coffin
burned and pushed out to sea
Cancer has been kissed away
alongside Soldier crabs and
prisoners in
Balmoral Beach cells
Wolves breathe hot
on cool paws
smiling wet lips
for thanksgiving
Circle of Magic
drawn in the warm sand
Ocean lapping
King tide kissing bare feet
On the other side
a future waiting, calling
Omen of higher self chairs
voices in the mind debating
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“Impasse”, Angel Oslen
https://youtu.be/kWUtALx9i14
Impasse/ Lyrics
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/angelolsen/impasse.html
Emilie Simon - Fleur De Saison
https://youtu.be/W3RUJ22Ca2k
I catch myself with thoughts of us
standing by the shore
Feeling so content with life
and never wanting more
Battles of our former lives
grow distantly behind
With gentle waves
of tranquil peace
as all that's left to find
I look into those crystal eyes
of tropic ocean blue
Finding myself thankful
I could have this time with you
Then you smile as if you know
exactly how I'm feeling
Seems as though I just can't hide
the words I've been concealing
When you reach your hand for mine
in such a tender way
Soon our fingers intertwine
as if they're there to stay
Slowly you lean in to me
and sweetly beg a kiss
Then we share a moment
I would rather die than miss
With lips so soft we gently touch
and I can't help but smile
Every tear I've cried to here
It's made it all worth while
Floating on the ocean breeze
we linger in the feeling
Sensing how the magic
licks the wounds that we've been healing
Then we begin to walk along
malingering around
Feeling sand between our toes
and ten feet off the ground
Soon the time will bring about
the setting of the sun
When we begin an evening
where the Sparks have just begun
Watching how the firelight
glows dancing in your eyes
'neath the twinkling stars
across our moonlit tropic skies
As if a spell were slowly cast
that ended in surrender
Our evening would be spent
enjoying all of passions splendor
I lay awake and think about us
laying on the shore
Tangled in each others arms
and never wanting more
Should my tropic fantasy
soon be a dream come true
I'll know your love was real for me
as mine was real for you
-Jeannie Minor
Friendly palm tree waves
back to passing ocean surf
from its island home
9.23.18
Contest: Haiku in the Tropics
When my heart's bell does toll,
it worship-chimes for my soul.
I excite while driving to align
with sights God made divine.
Under tropic sun glow, I walk
where divine defined waves roll.
Sitting in morn-soft sand, I give
God thanks for His beach design.
As waves tease, then leave, I pray
to cradle all God's ocean enables.
Breathe in sweet scents of tuberose
And let fine mist caress your face,
Dive deep into aqua waters—
Become enchanted with this place.
(6/24/2019)
Arbitrium Divisa 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden
Stanza taken from original poem "Island Spirit"
(Poem of the Day at Poetry Soup January 17, 2015)
When taken ill beyond the Gods
(For their hunger feels so endless)
I saw their hillsides-
Grazed to the ground
I found no witness.
Majestic summits
Concealed protectively in
Foggy clouds embrace,
Captivates wandering eyes,
On a tropic summer day
I'm here surrounded
for what should be normal
the cup of aromatic coffee
the old comfortable chair
a notebook tired of writing
a fruit bowl full of delights
and a ceramic vase
where an insistent succulent
challenges her own longevity
everything seems prosaic
everything looks normal
in this autumn afternoon
outside the trees
and more trees
endless trees
life in the tropics is enigmatic
nature in all its splendor
and along the colorful street
hordes of miserable
without anithing to eat