Crusoe Poems | Examples

Daniel Defoe

English journalist, Daniel Defoe,
was most famous for his novel Robinson Crusoe.
The whole idea of novels it’s said that he conceived,
and he wasn’t afraid to write on anything he believed.

Ethereal

Is the “ether” real?
Or just a distant longing
For love’s lost realm.
Perchance, a fading memory
Adrift
Upon an embryonic sea
Seeking rebirth
In moonlight’s melancholy
Awash
Upon the foaming froth of fear’s
Crusoe-like abandonment
Could the crescent queen
Be more than goddess of the night
Possess the very seeds we mortal crave
Share them in the silver of her glow
Invite us to bathe
Within the aura
Of her ethereal domain.

A Look Into Graceys

She sailed on her tidal madness
waiting on time to unravel her
depths of insanity 
while the wave of turbulence
coursed through her veins

She is lost in her own odyssey 
pillaged by Fate
she lost all
leaving her in a Robinson Crusoe 

hungry skies with reddish eyes
& rumbling stomach , rained tears
lashed with anger 
calling for emergency

Warning signs, ringing loud
salient voices conversing with the wind
shadows laughing 
mocking her caricature
crucified on a pike 

who will bear her cross to Golgotha?
who will roll away the stone?
her loft disappeared into oblivion
waiting to be seen in her nothingness
looping back and forth
To be crowned Chaos Queen

Steer Me Toward My Island

call me Robinson Crusoe
steer me toward my own island
in the Pacific,

let me be myself
one with nature
let me enjoy her balmy ideas

release me to summer

The Tale I Tell

Above a great big sea of blue,
I saw a dragon, and he flew
while breathing fire into the air.
He saw our ship, and this I swear:
with claws he broke our ship in two.

How sharp those claws! How mean was he!
My shipmates fell into the sea.
How awful were their frightful screams.
I hear them still inside bad dreams
and see them drowning in debris.

From Hell I think that monster came.
I watched our sinking ship – aflame.
But luckily I never drowned.
I drifted till a beach I found.
The lone survivor I became.

Like Robinson Crusoe was I.
To stay alive I aimed to try.
For days, for weeks, then months and years
till I had used up all my tears,
I truly thought alone I’d die.

But oh, my goodness, one sweet day
a friendly dolphin came my way.
Upon his back he let me ride.
Dear friends, the good Lord DOES provide
though five long years I’d had to stay!

I’d prayed and prayed, and now I’m well,
back home and with this tale to tell.
Although I’m saved and so relieved,
my tale by no one is believed.
I hope that dragon’s back in Hell!

July 3, 2022
For Tall Tales 3: Quintilla Fantasy Fiction Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser

Tgif - the First Time

Half-drowned from another cloudburst
His life seemed to be at its worst
He opened his eyes
And with great surprise
Robinson Crusoe said it first!

*TGIF=Thank God its Friday

Robin Hood Robinson Crusoe Or Peter Pan

If I had to choose Robin Hood, Robinson Crusoe or Peter Pan?
Hmm……
What a quandary.
What a plight.
I truly do not think I can.

I will never grow up, so I have the Peter Pan part down, furiously.
I have always yearned for my own island, and a giant tree house, curiously.
Wouldn’t I love to steal from the rich who have already stolen from the poor?
This choice cannot be done. I need a part of all of them, forever more.

Cameo Role

I was sibling told, that Daddy was born
in the backseat of a moving car

Mama said loving him
was like taking a rocket ship trip to the stars

She said, with pioneer grit, we were 
a Robinson Crusoe family stranded on Mars

Mama’s oldest sister said, that stubby-face hubby of hers
was a ramblin’ man who enjoyed to wander afar

Daddy’s youngest brother sighed with soft piano ebony eyes,
and D minor intoned how “Dill” was the sweetest pickle in the jar

Whether what they all said was partially true or partially not,
I carry with me no burdensome emotional scars

My fondest memories of Daddy is him showing up unexpectedly ...
bearing gifts in his charming arms, strong as iron bars

I love that my Daddy played a cameo role in my life — 
Joyously hearing his voice smile like the brightest aurora

I treasured those lively times together, more than 
the empty stretches of dead space where others’ regrets are

Robinson Crusoe

Blue sea blue sky 
That was my destination
Having encounter with blue whale 
That was my destination 
Inhaling blue water, finding blue pearl 
That was my destination
I Robinson Crusoe 
Wandering in Blue Ocean 
Sinking and drinking unwelcome water
That was my destination
Fainted face, flying false hope
 That was my destination
My journey star with the letter of” I “
I and myself
 That was my destination
I lived over there for decades
Talking to wanderer and wild animal 
That was my destination

Love Dilemma

Who to choose? 
Or choose no one at all!
The dilemmas of love are not easy to solve 
The soul yearns for companionship 
while the body seeks to touch other flesh 
A perfect combination is what we all want 
But relationships can bring sorrow into one' life 
Still - where would we be without them?  
We are not like Robinson Crusoe - surviving alone 
Our lives are touched by many 
in positive and negative ways 
The path of love is often a crooked road 
Nevertheless must go down it willingly 
Some happiness, some sadness of the way 
Flowers in spring remind us 
That the very earth itself seeks for love

Three Catherines, Two Annes and a Jane

Six wives - three Catherines, two Annes and a Jane
were married to Henry in the course of his reign.
An Anne and a Catherine met their end by the axe.
Anne Boleyn was too haughty, Catherine Howard too lax.

Henry's very first wife was Catherine of Aragon,
both pious and faithful, a virtuous paragon.
Producing no sons, she incurred a divorce.
Anne of Cleves followed a similar course.
Her face was spotty; she had bad teeth and bad breath.
Don’t trust a portrait, the wise man saith..
Jane Seymore very sadly died as she gave birth.
Henry's last wife, Catherine Parr, was a woman of worth.
More a nurse than a playmate, she bathed Hal with affection
and did a good job to relieve his dejection.

Envoi
So that's the close of this ditty,
which I think is rather a pity.
No, I'm not the Poet Laureate,
as the Royal Court never saw to it.
If I were paid to do so,
I'd keep writing like Robinson Crusoe.

Power of Journeys

Power of Journeys

New horizons speak in hope and pull me to Pablo Neruda’s country
                   ‘Twenty poems of love’ inspired by Santiago Robinson Crusoe Island
Serene landscapes volcanoes Andean mountains are outspokenly funky
                     I seek the space vibes vastness Chilean seduction loudly and silent

Few books opened my voice more than ‘The Gulag Archipelago’ scripted
      by Alesandr Solzhenitsyn and thus my eyes have to explore the Siberian Plain
Despite all that ice a melting pot of souls minds and cultures encrypted
          I need to welcome silence once more and Lake Baikal into my inner terrain

‘The Paradise of the Blind’ with heart blooded ink by Duong Thu Huong
                       wants exploration quiet reflection uncontaminated comprehension
Nature wrapped in philosophy the Mekong Delta is where I belong
                    Peace solitude reclusion at times require my full travelling attention

                  On this voyage Pinochet Stalin and Ho Chi Min can stay in their grave
Blending and mixing with beauty wise words Mother Earth is what I crave

Trump Making Impressions

Trump Making Impressions

Trump the Terrible likes making impressions;
Should see one he does of jolly Jeff Sessions;
And when Trump is up tight and all tense,
Has made marvelous one of his buddy Pence.

Trump is great at trying to gobble up food;.
Impression of turkey trotting in the nude,
With feathers reared up in their rear end;
Trump did one of a fine feathered friend.

Outside where Trump had become very hot;
Made impression of people doing Turkey trot;
Did decide to make one of Robinson Crusoe,
While Rob had been wearing a Trump truesoe'.

As usual, Trump's memory started to lapse,
Which in the end would completely collapse,
And then after he led us down a long trail,
We did one of him deader than a door nail.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

Island of Fantasy

On my island of fantasy
with me I'd bring,
my birthday suit.
To swin in.

I would have plants
from my garden
to reset in soil
rich in minerals.

Like the film Piano
with mother and child.
I would have mine
to play on.

Speaking of children,
I would bring my girls.
To keep me company.
Share my paradise.

Would I need a man Friday?
Like Robinson Crusoe?
I don't think so.
Unless he cooks.

Oh yes....books.
All the ones I've been
meaning to read.
But never did.

Who needs water
when one has wine?
Best bring along
my favourite vine.

Last but not least.
Music for my soul.
Once I have all these.
Never miss home.

Books From My Childhood

Reading by the light of a flashlight
With the covers pulled over my head
Captain Nemo battled an octopus
Robinson Crusoe was thought to be dead

Gulliver went on his travels
Charlotte spun a new web
Jem wouldn’t kill a mockingbird
Oliver wanted more to be fed

Old Yeller had to be put down
Black Stallion ran faster than wind
Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang flew over the ocean
Tom talked with Huckleberry Finn

Mary Shelley constructed her monster
Natty Bumpo helped the last Mohican
When one adventure finally ended
I couldn’t wait for the next to begin

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