From unconsciousness
I rise, sputtering
Warm liquid erupting
Belched from the lungs
Choked out, retching
Airways blazing
Rasping, gasping
Writhing for oxygen
That time I fell asleep
In front of the telly
With a mouthful of tea :)
I’ve drowned for love,
and risen, a Surfer!
Life is like that, ebb
and flow – crests and
Wipe-outs! Such deep relationships
only having buoyancy two hearts
are willing to support. There
are no pamphlets, no programs
for guarantee. Love being
deliciously happy or madly
Bizzerk says one has been both
Beneficiary and Floundering Jerk --
What the heck...it all transcribes
to poetry!
The Parting from the Drowned Voice in Memory
I ask you only to see the aged child within me,
that luminous ghost carrying his spear melted in burnt wax,
with black carnations that bloom inverted toward death backward.
Seek the one who perished waking wrongly in my place
and rose up asleep in the dream of the one who lies standing
in the warm breath of the earth frozen by long summers.
He alone can still weep with eyes dried by heavy tears
through these motionless steps of the world drowned in blind light,
among the transparent roots and soft stones flowing like water.
At the border of the forest fresh from rotting one can drink the thick smoke,
boy, one can see the kingdom impoverished of its treasures.
The dead joy of the city alive until the last damnation, the heavy shadow
of the one who brings sweet darkness, the one with ankles wrapped in cold flames...
Listen to me, the one who was born with my heart outside my chest:
at the last silent call of the living machine we will unite parting
and we will sell ourselves like the lost saints for a palm of mute gold.
Lightning in my heart, they want to make it stop.
Running from our faces, like ghosts we forgot.
In our multiverse, they're trying to catch us.
Hiding our fears, with their touch too much.
Lightning in my heart, they want to make it pound.
But this heart is mine - I refuse to be drowned.
The waves reached out like memories trying to return,
The sky, heavy with unsaid words,
And somewhere between the sea and the storm,
I left a part of me in those waters,
still waiting to be found.
©Chitra Arun
Drowning anguish,
Black bleached seamstress,
In eyes share intimacy,
In life comes wonder,
An ire forelivid,
A tomorrow for two,
Stars wretched in darkness,
Breathing for the hand,
Of the dark ocean hue.
Heat breathes
red, white, and blue;
Pools, barbecues, cold drinks;
Fireworks drip like a frozen pop;
Drowned sparks.
"drowned"
Paris in the
morning
is in
Seine
** A Mystic’s Words for the Broken **
The endless prayer
Paces alert in the old cobblestone alleyways
In the nearly abandoned
Neighborhoods where sounds
Carry easily and echo even all
Footsteps and cries —
The endless prayer
Goes on, ready to listen whenever
Called by the Holy Spirit
To intervene, to bring
Voice to the souls
About pleas heard
Bouncing off the cobblestones;
Rattling the old tenement’s windows;
Distressing the attendant angels,
Who quickly retrieve their armor
And join the endless prayer,
Lingering in the passages
Of the soul’s aria for healing
For the despairing hearts
Having lost peace,
Lost love.
Hurt carries the echoes
From the cobblestones to the clouds.
The endless prayer rains.
Drowned hearts have no tears.
Flooded streets do not echo.
The thirsty soul sighs
Along with the present angels,
Who take up the leitmotif of
The endless prayer.
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(c) sally young eslinger 9/29/22
Thanks be to God…
"From deep within my heart
I always catch the scent
of my Beloved. How can I
help but follow that fragrance?" By Rumi
Drowned in delicate perfume of the gorgeous bouquet,
Glistening moon floating in sea of stars, you I see,
Smell your scent in ambrosial Chrysanthemum
How can I not be astounded with your beauty!
Found you dancing joyfully in a sublime garden,
I knew you were my Princess, like a butterfly
You left the oasis, but the alluring scent stayed,
I became a traveller in the world wandering by.
Walked tirelessly hundreds and thousands miles for you,
Crossing vast dales and tall soaring mountains far,
Your fragrance brought me back to harmony of life ,
How did I not know where my beloved were!
Catastrophies broke my soul
But it never forget to love
Life takes mysterious route
Where heart is like empty street
Trying crowds, trying lonliness and trying what not
i surrendered to nothingness
All those horrible wars are over
But that beautiful butterflies never returned
All this waiting seems regretful
I wish to see you again
before my hairs turn white
and my face covered with wrinkles
Can't stand to this melting youth anymore
You are somewhere far away
Laughing at my fake smiles and forced laughs
Its all over
says my soul
Say no to dreams
Isn't it aweful
without you moon seems like a scary mask
I am a wreck
without hook
A drowned soul i am
and nothing like high hopes
Date:03/jul/2022
Contest name:
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 6 Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Mark Toney
Drowned by the environment
pirate humans are dragged towards rocks created by own plundering
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22 May 2022
Sinking down into the Atlantic’s depths,
I watch dark bodies drown.
Wails transform into bubbles,
Salty water suffocating lungs.
Seawater or tears, it could be either one.
These tossed bodies are mine to claim.
My subjects, my people, the discarded.
They can not survive within the ocean,
Thus they are to drown.
Here they are thrown over a ship’s side.
Since no one wants them, they’ll be mine,
For I am the Queen of the Drowned.
In lengthening slumberous reposes lies
Dickens' sterling pen under bluish skies;
And through them gloats deathless sun,
Taunting all that under his embers burn.
No more savoring of Oliver’s twisty trials
In doleful dints and extra-nuanced miles;
Nor shall of tested Nell all posterity hear,
Cooed in sweetly plaintive rhythms dear.
Nicholas Nickleby's adventures now
Must halt and take a somnolent bow,
And leave us at Muse’s orphan gate,
Slow to hug our stark bereaving fate.
Whence comes a defter pen to tell
Copperfield's youth and pupil spell,
By stingy virtue ridden through cry
And toil with dismal affection nigh?
Stung reader must content themselves
With ancient writs mute on dull shelves,
And with relish cherish and revive tales
Mid-voyage drowned by muffling gales.
He drowned me
Love that four letter word that requires attention. For I have drowned in these
Words. I have loved so hard, and fought
That i loss myself.
He drowned me, he dammed me to hell,
He hit me I thought this was love.
I laid there an accepted my faith for
I had nothing left to give. I loss myself
For that four letter word.
He protected me, and also rejected me
I wasn't good enough for thee. Why did
He continuously drown me?
I started to drown myself for attention
I cut myself for pleasure, he laughed
He cared not for me, he wanted to
All along drown me.
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