Best Underwater Poems
Emphysema is like
living underwater,
Surrounded by an ocean
of air,
Which just can't get
where it needs to be
Even if you lie quietly
In your home, your lair
You wake up gasping
As if you ran
Up three flights of stairs
And there are many moments
When you have terrible scares
It's uncurable
It's progressive
It's fatal,
And but a matter of time
you have left
And anybody's guess
Of how many years
you will have lost as a victim
To it's nasty theft
Inhalers, pills,
Nebulizer machines,
You'll do anything to breath
You'll go to any means
Some, like me
Find solace
Only in their sleep,
Others, I suppose,
Only when they weep
But it's the hand
God dealt me
And I accept it
For what it is
And long ago
came to grips
With what I face
in life
And hospital
visits
As familiar as
would be a wife
No one lives forever,
Save Jesus and Dracula,
And I have the advantage
One really quite spectacular
For I have a gauge
A hint of things to come
Makes every joy I taste
More savory than for some.
Looking at his house
He sees nothing special
A pile of wood and sheetrock
Bigger than others
But he owes more than it’s worth
His house is underwater
A term he doesn’t understand
In real speak the house belongs to the Bank
To the brokers and the lawyers.
Wanting a piece of the American dream
He misrepresented himself
Taking crumbs from the table
So to speak
Fudging a number here
Adding a zero there
The smart money said it was alright
Don’t worry they told him
Everybody’s doing it.
He and his wife were barely making it
Hoping just to hang in there
Things would get better
They kept telling themselves
But it was too good to be true
The economy went south
Things went wrong
Lost a job
The bills piled up
He and the wife stopped talking
Broke, he feels pushed aside.
There are two sides to every lie
And in this one
There’s a bill somewhere
That’s long overdue
And so my friend
It will have to be paid by me and you.
Im under water
and it feels like a slaughter
the killing of my precious air
day dreaming that someones there
Hoping and praying for anyone
To come around and be the one
to rescue me, but I am alone
My soul took off from my body, it has flown
from this deoxygenated world to mine
I am now feeling shivers down my spine
I feel the trembling of my lungs
The absence of the life my body longs
for and craves, the life it needs
I am frozen in time as my nose bleeds
My stomach fills with acid, water
begins to sink into my airless lungs
i think people are yelling with cut off tongues
theyre muted, they cant be heard
I begin to feel weightless like a bird
I think Im starting to drown
I continue to sink and go down
deeper under this water
that feels like a slaughter
Immerse me Lord beneath the salty sea
send me bubbles of love that sparkle blue
Shoot me to the top aqua pure and free
As I plunge so vulnerable deep viewed
the channels of life's paths I do not flee
whimpering in distress bottomward brewed
while evil oozes in a whisper plea
don't let me skid among bedrock subdued
baptize me of passion while by my side
hug me as I cling to the rushing tide.
copyright 9/15/15 Tammy Reams Contest sponsored by: Heather Ober 'My Favorite Form'
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Placed 9th
underwater life
flows like us everyday
unbeknownst to most....
There is going to be a jump,
the only one that could thump-
in this room of bloom...
What are you doing sitting when you could be a standing ox?
Are they out on patrol as you wann the metal into your soul?
Dive deeply hard Sims-
they made you corrupt,
these are dignities we divide,
they had no name before you arrived-
more cola now,
less socially sane,
yes please ignite the flame,
I said I loved you-
but in due course you became scarce,
the lizards re-arrived to show demise,
every ape was lionized,
I compounded the pedals lady,
they spun in pride,
I evoked medals baby,
I'm sorry they arrived.
“UNDERWATER CONTOURS”
Curves and contours testify
The mirror never tells a lie
Bathroom scale the confirmation
Body toning contemplation
Sub-aqua training fitness enhances
Submerged serenity with sparkling nuances
Gliding fulfilment and dissociation
Flooding the senses-- underwater salvation
Upward blue curves denting the side
Stark white lines indicate and divide
Soft, silky, satin water caressing the skin
Breathing awareness deep from within
A swimmers experience provides compromise
Muscles respond as minds liberalise
Curves and contours deep below and submerged
Underwater encounters float boundless, resurged
Kim van Breda—February 2013
Vibrant coral reefs,
Blossom all over the sea:
Flowers of the deep.
Everything is tinged with blue
I could stay here forever
Admiring the bubbles
The beauty
The feel of the water on my skin
I love being underwater
As soon as my head dips under the surface
All my cares dissolve
As if they are absorbed into the water
My hair floats around me
And to me, it looks better than it does on land
Did I mention I love being underwater?
I've got this listing, sinking feeling
that I owed most of my life to my bank.
Hands in the air, reaching for debt ceiling,
yet another fine mess, with no one to thank.
Guns all put down, the pen reigns mightier
can't fight the bank, let alone hit myself.
Contracts contracted, assurances flightier
seems the whole world's overextended itself.
I ode some words, I owed some dollars
'course everyone I talk to is in the same boat.
Can't answer my phone for collecting callers,
looking to ourselves, line of credit, to float.
I'm maxed they've determined, but I'm appealing
my mortgage, in arrears, beyond my credit score.
All my creditors say that defaulting is stealing
I gave a stone and blood, still they want more.
Seems to everyone, I owe myself, that's no joke
shouldn't be depressed, but maybe I oughter.
Dunno if I'm myself, or like all nations folk,
I've underwritten much of this ode underwater.
'course if I owe some B and B owes to C
and C owes somebody else...well back to me,
then it seems that we all owe to each other,
our mountain of debt is brother to brother.
Would some rebalancing of our balance sheets
starve our children, kick us out into streets?
Maybe we should waive our bankruptcy hearing
and admit it's to life we're really endearing.
© Goode Guy 2011-06-10
from where do they grow under the See of unknown some weaved in the shell and bone linking slinking silent under the sound waves maybe in the great lakes of the cat it lay but this great lynx under the ocean spray in reflective eyes this bright eyes he is a king over all the children of pride.
It has the head and paws of a giant cat weakens the nations an abdominal bat but is covered in scales and has daggers but set with hook in lake of fire he staggers like spikes running along its back and tail no weapon formed shall harm do not bewail just a toy of the most high he rises but fails taken for legends but the truth entails when returning the true Lord of Sky's with hook tremble satan Jesus draws nigh
Ponce DeLeon
kept pressing on
for the waters that made time stand still.
But he found no flow
and for all we know,
that fountain flows under a landfill.
Fear trickled down her spine
as the razor blade appeared.
"Try it." they said,
"It'll make all the bad things disappear."
And so she obliged, without a moment to hesitate.
And this morning I found her:
eyes dead, lips blue.
The smell of regret lingering over her
like a mother watching her baby sleep.
And it was sad;
the way she went.
hating herself, hating the world.
that torturous blade.
Ending so many beautiful things
Come and see, beneath the sea
A world unbound by gravity
Seaweed forests which float and sway
Where schools of fishes dart and play
Castles of misty coral sands
Glimmer in pastel rainbow strands
Boldly disguised, the octopus blends
Like an eight-legged chameleon
A turquoise tail of a maiden fair
Breathing bubbles instead of air
Fantastic yellows and blues divine
Dazzle with aquamarine shine
Sun dappled coins spill liquid light
As waves crest towards lilac night
This magic lies, so close below
So take my hand, hold your breath -
Here we go!
11/06/22
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UNDERWATER
Down, down -
To the wrecked vision,
Of freedom, of endless floating
Roads, over the open ocean;
To the once buoyant dreams
That no more bubble
To the clear sunny surface,
Light with hope.
Now sunless gloom -
Room with flooded, muffled noises,
Refracted, reflected, enclosed
In the pulsating body
Of brine, endless, alive :
Mother of life, giver of death.
The captain’s stateroom,
The cabinboy’s ropelocker -
Are filled with the life and death
Of the deep ocean.