Drowned Poems - Poems about Drowned

The Drowned Dragon

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.

Drowned Sparks

Heat breathes
red, white, and blue;
Pools, barbecues, cold drinks;
Fireworks drip like a frozen pop;
Drowned sparks.

Drowned

"drowned"


Paris in the 

morning 

is in 

Seine

Drowned In Liquid Fire

Written: June 16, 2023

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The flames grew dim as the wax poured.
A silent killer, it stealthily soared.
My fire drowned in its accompanying liquid.
As the wax engulfed me, my spirit was rid.

Wobbly thighs are forcing legs to thrive,
Against the tides of doubt, I strive,
Softened walls once held me tight.
But now I break free with all my might.

Hardened,

A Mystic Prayer For the Broken

** 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

Drowned In Your Fragrance

"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

Drowned Soul

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

Drowned By the Environment

Drowned by the environment


pirate humans are dragged towards rocks created by own plundering
 




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22 May 2022

Most Precious

I can close my eyes,
It's weird how still you are the last thought on mind.
I say, 'you and me'
I say, ' still with you'
It's weird how I carry your name forward each and every passing day
Despite all conflicts
Most precious

I was an emotional high;
'Emotional high,' I said
My words not yours
Something you couldn't get off without experiencing
Whatever

The Queen of the Drowned Ii

Ruling the Atlantic Ocean,
Is the Goddess of the drowned.
Her eyes pouring with a somber emotion,
As drowned bodies had her crowned.

Is the Goddess of the drowned,
Bound to never be free?
As drowned bodies had her crowned,
Trapping her within the sea.

Bound to never be free,
Black bodies piling up.
Trapping her within the sea.
The Atlantic Ocean transforms into a bloody

The Queen of the Drowned I

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,

Caesura

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

He Drowned Me

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

Drowned Ceilings Move

Drowned ceilings move my 
hills of steep Vicodin tears
things we said today

A Boy Who Drowned

Swimming joys 
drown
in the pond.
Flames chew
his flesh 
along with the pyre logs.
A tear is 
the liquid state 
of pain.
She doesn’t believe 
in the ritual 
of collecting ashes 
and bones,
both belong to the earth.
Memory 
will fill the urn. 

She hears his voice
in the utmost silence.
Her son grows 
in the emptiness.



First published in The Literary Hatchet

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