Driftwood Poems - Poems about Driftwood

The Driftwood Hut

There between the sandy dunes
And the ageless azure shore
Stood a little driftwood hut
That I’d never seen before

The beach grass waved and whispered
And the ocean waved and roared
As I found myself enticed
To step inside the door

Who had built this humble house
This sturdy little shell
To listen to the sea’s song in
Or let some hermit dwell?

Or maybe it

Mirrored Driftwood

A lone prisoner of my own making,
a cocoon confined within introvert isolation,
I see all the familiar faces recede nowhere,
leaving me stuck in the maze of acuity.
In the weed-webbed wasteland within
piles up the wreckage of life unlived.
My mystique mind turns into Nemesis,
makes a wilderness of mirrors for me,
reflecting the pernicious perception of anguish, 
an emotion engulfed

Driftwood

the tide pulls, the wind howls
but i do not cling to the storm
i am driftwood, floating free
unburdened by the weight of the waves

hands reach, voices call
urging me to sink, to fight
but i let the current carry me
where it wills, where i must go

the sky shifts, the water calms
storms rage but do not touch my soul
for

Symphony of Driftwood Whispers

Written: September 1st, 2024 For Constance la France Contest

Quote (The ocean's voice is seductive, whispering, clamoring, and grumbling, enticing the soul to wander in solitude and lose itself in introspection.) By Poet


                       

Driftwood - A Brief Fantasy Adventure

sculptured hobo of the sea
a pirate’s swashbuckling adventure
siren, kraken, leviathan
or some other ocean creature
but now enjoying retirement
as peaceful a garden feature

Driftwood

fewer …

stars there are
in the heart of heaven
than the myriad ripples of brine that
gently placed me here -
tender tongues of tide that tossed me
and polished my bark away
shaped me smooth from jagged -
turned from beast, to beauty …
courses ago -
I was loosed from a tree
and lost to the sevens in a gale -
sundered from all

Driftwood

The great artist
Picked up piece
And began to show
Explaining to the crowd
About
...driftwood

This is where
She saw TRUTH
...clearly
Look at the frayed end
Happened during
...revolt

See this
It's where TRUTH
Connected
She aligned
Then rejected
...responsibility

Drained of all life
Nowhere left
For LOVE to inject
THE WAY
...so she drifts

Tossed by every wind of doctrine
She is without hope
And her name is
DESPAIR

Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-09-2023

Driftwood

The stream surges in turbulent torrent
the dry tree felled by the summer storm,
the truncated trunk anchors at the tilted levee, 
in the web of boulders it sticks, stranded. 

The flood slackens the grip of the slope, 
the log begins a new journey
to the remote end the stream ordains, 
the abandoned attachment it forgets, dislocated.

My life

Unquiet Tides

Barefoot I could walk this beach
Forever and yet never reach
That fabled land where sand meets sky
I never will, though I might try

Barefoot among empty shells
With hermit crabs’ permit to dwell
And none or all to call my home
I take comfort in the ephemeral foam

Barefoot by this misty bay
Where spindrifts spill their silver spray
And strands of kelp

Driftwood

The shores 
in my world 
are cluttered
with driftwood
scattered in piles
along the dunes
and their twisted
sea-shaped and
sand-worn elegance
always calls to me
in their stranded
moments of grace.

A Driftwood Tree

We couldn’t help but notice her…on the sand…washed up by the sea…stretched out in the sun…what remained of a driftwood tree.

I wondered how she found her way here…naked on the shore of our state park…Did the incessant waves on her journey strip away her bark?

I had so many questions for this lonely driftwood tree…How long

A Young Man

There was once a young man who stood.
He said, "See the great parenthood!"
It was quite great,
But not coordinate,
He couldn't say no to the driftwood.

Driftwood

The blue hills rolled down embracing 
the verdant slopes in rhythmic dance, 
to the cradle of the humming hamlet 
where my childhood home was once. 

With formless flotilla of cloud clumps, 
floating free in seamless cerulean sky, 
my teenage exuberance soared high 
with the colorful kites I loved to fly. 

The cascading brook of aqua

Driftwood

Washed on riverbank,

pallid wrinkled waterlogged.

Mud cloaks where you sank.

Anchored Driftwood

Anchored,
uprooted wonderer desolate dreamer,
love the serene canopy of empathy, soft touch of heart,
and tender care,
so I can grow roots, flourish new foliage, adorn tree of life,
create cool shade of compassion, spread benign
boughs for nests, find love in rippling breeze.
I fear the storm of strife, wrecking nests of longing, and the birds
flying away.
I’d harbor my sinking

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