Black Sea Poems - Poems about Black Sea

{"I try to explain everything as much as I can, Though sometimes everything isn’t enough I extract components of my heart so you can see what has happened to me I have just a smile on my face to deceive rather than a problem because it seems to be Exquisitely pretty. Once my eyes lock...

Continue reading...

I feel the monster's ravenous intent slide down the lump in my throat, As my mere existence is waning comparably, I slowly begin to lose hope What once was a warm and loving embrace from a truth that was solid as gold Now's only ashes in shackles and freckled with lies that are waiting to be told The pain...

Continue reading...

Over land and sea illuminating black pearls reflecting memories back to me the warm breeze singing me tuneful melodies I crave the sullen hints of morning dew near dawn a playful harmony tasting the black sea sinking shoulders Caspian glows throughout The wide open granduer arousing the Indian Ocean capturing pure darkness eyes wide open arms...

Continue reading...

I ...

Continue reading...

Appreciating Perseus' heroic standard, I attempt to be not momentary Apogee is meaningless, if consciousness, lies in a mortuary Enshrined a star flickers among all, fading, becoming a constellation of effigy Entering this realm, a committed form of manifesting destiny I am no retrograde, happiness, my amorphous response, stillborn how I find entropy In embers of the night, random...

Continue reading...

There Just Beyond That Long Black Sea Curtain Across the expanse, twilight's beckoning mystery Far flung over hidden thundering, splashing waves Lies the unknown, extension of man's history Adventure begging footsteps of the true and brave Centuries, that call has cried, "come- take a chance" Journey in search of love, treasure, life and much more Such that in great palaces hold Love...

Continue reading...

How to write about such a thing? Stalin in his vacation train across Ukraine to Sochi- Eating and drinking, full, talkative. A smoke or two. A nap. And the children in the barracks wanting only to die outside in the air, brother clutching sister, Sister sister. Bread, and then nothing. Oysters, salmon, pork loin, Steamed vegetables-wine. He ate what they could not imagine in a dream. They dreamed of dying with the...

Continue reading...

Innocuous winds stir on the surface Diabolical, sinuous unknowns, chilled to the bone What dwells beneath is what concerns us The Black Sea has secrets hidden in the depths Dark ages wait in pain Thick tar buried, expired with the spirit Fermenting hate below the sunken boat Something with bad breath and jagged teeth Sinks deeper without sleep into the...

Continue reading...

The waves come and go, Always crashing into me. I fear I'll drown Each time a new wave comes crashing down. My head can stay above water, But only for so long Once the waves start to hit harder All hope is gone. I forget how to swim, When the black water swells. It is the shadow I never see coming, Then the black is...

Continue reading...

BLACK SEA! -Dharga Nagar Safa All the seven seas,blue, The sea of heads, Is black!...

Continue reading...

Drowning in her black sea of waves tumbling down her waterfall of black curls Docking my ship on her serene waters unloading my cargo of thoughts and ideas diving into the depths of her psyche swimming in the Ocean of her essences that is woman Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red Seven aka The Green Poet aka The Brown...

Continue reading...

Drowning in her black sea of waves tumbling down her waterfall of black curls Docking my ship on her serene waters unloading my cargo of thoughts and ideas diving into the depths of her psyche swimming in the ocean of her essences that is woman Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red Seven aka The Green Poet aka The Brown...

Continue reading...

I have no desire to swim in your black sea of hate Nobody is born with a broken soul it happens along the way You push your way into this world free from sin You came with all your innocent traits I have no desire to sit at your table Where the linen is whiter...

Continue reading...

I left like the last tourist in late September and threw a back-pack of memories over my shoulders cherished in a fist size jewelry box given to me by a dear friend. But left my heart buried under a lonely beach umbrella abandoned by other tourists like me who left only a trace of ashes from a pack of cigarets. An image of...

Continue reading...