Leviathans Poems | Examples

Humpback Whales At Sea

Clicks, whistles and pulsed calls
coming from whales you can't see 
Within the compounds, no walls 
only ocean water and Captain Lee 

Sonograms and ultrasounds, its a joy  
when whale voices are heard ! 
Binoculars views, soon they deploy 
leviathans swim without a word 

The echo returns not for they do run free  
always returning to their  summer grounds     
Into the womb of the deep blue sea
they go, to a place where they can't be found.

Nautilus I

Watching the horizons 
as the waves crash… 
The sun dies its elegant death 
of golden blood 
upon the distant shores. 
It washes jade green and aquamarine 
upon creations seam, the edge of the earth. 
Sand cools under tired feet
Head held low 
A cry high overhead rises
into the sky on silhouetted Wings.
Watching wonders of wraiths 
and washing wishes away… 
Along the leviathans streams. 
A splash in elegant Crimson and golden light 
The Blood of a dying sun, seeps into the sea…
as a finger traces the ancient chambers
of the mystic nautilus.

Comic Book Hell

The fires of Hell took to the comic books,
And danced with the best as the pages shook!
Bill and Ted, Godzilla and Hellboy grew,
Amongst ash clouds while demons violently flew.

Hellboy smoked his cigarettes,
Bill and Ted played with an abysmal death.
Godzilla battled Kaiju leviathans,
While readers prayed their foes would wan.

Demons, witches, monsters; hard to beat,
They are used to mangling souls in dusty heat.
Though time and again at the crimson seat...
Our heroes achieve the impossible feat!

When we realize... just paper and staples,
We grab one more of unearthly fables.

1-September-2021

L More

Linear leviathans linger long lively love 
lastings lavishly.

Meadow Trolls

Grassy ponds heave
under the tread
of moss piglets.
Kraken of microscopic
significance,
fill the forms of waterbears.
Tardigrade leviathans
plod a sodden sod,
toil assiduously
in the marshy haze
until Bur-marigold
grow out
of their dead giant heads.

Levitating Leviathans-Ca

Acquisitive anguish arising within my acceptant abyss

The creatures that lurk within the deep 

Are without hope and sustenance

I awake aimlessly with thoughts that have gone awry

Every nuance of my being accumulating auspicious hell

For amidst the atrocious abdominous appetites

I linger in a lachrymal graveyard levitating leviathans

Craving for more absolutistic ambient assuage

Adoring and absorbing your aesthetic appetency

Accepting your allure of ambitious alienation 

And yet I absolve you from all your atrocities.






Oct.08.2019
Crazy A's Poetry
Sponsored by: John Hamilton


Music...Deep Chill Mix by 4lienetic
With Virtual Female Voice

Placed 3'rd...Thank You

Passion Is Its Own Predicament

5 a.m. Souls ascend
from earth’s vale
of fears. Others wait
don’t give up yet.
Nothing I can do about that.

Not is my name known
but am I a good man.
That goes for John, too
a man of faith
who wants what God wants.

What about hate
in the streets. What do white
people want?
I see no need
to pull down statues of General Lee

instead put him side by side
and head to head
with Martin Luther King,
Nelson Mandela and Mahatma Gandhi.
Also kids who cops shot dead.

Meanwhile on the macro
economic and political scale
leviathans (peoples, nations)
drift toward perpetual
armageddon or peaceful solutions.

We don’t know which
and John will be gone
before it matters
except to his children
and, of course, ours.

What I have done
to change man’s trajectory,
for better or worse, remains
anonymous. Every action
meets an equal and impassable mountain.

Passion
is its own predicament.
Cast a cold eye and guess.
The clouds go, nevertheless,
in their direction.

Lost In a Blue Dream

All I have left are words for you
A poetic palette of love lost in blue
Thoughts echo thru decaying dreams
Sapphire sounds of my silent screams

My cries cascade into waters deep
Where lachrymal leviathans gently weep
And breaths held until the sacred shore
Love abandoned upon the ocean floor

Where sailing ships cast their anchor
To rescue love with winds of levanter
Lost in a blue dream trying to find you
Searching for love with a skeleton crew.



.levanter  -noun:   an easterly wind in the western Mediterranean area
.leviathan -a very large aquatic creature
.love -something we all deeply want...but then we let it go


Jan.30.2019
Pithy Pants Poetry 
Sponsored by: 
Maureen McGreavy 


N/A for contest

A Voice

I hear a soft voice amidst
deafening din of daily grind:
Where's the forest dark and dense;
the mountain high as heavens--
its shadow, a looming doom?

Where's the valley that dews
dawn to dusk, too deep to fill?
Or the gulley wide and yawning?
Or the sea fathomless, bottomless,
a home for leviathans, a womb

for tsunamis; frothing and foaming,
howling, humping to the shore
where a tiny grain wiggles,
scoffing the scorching glare.

The grain jiggles on the beach
sparkling in the sun. His voice rings
a deafening roar: I'm F-A-I-T-H.
I'm higher than heavens, wider
than earth; deeper than the deeps...

Creation stills, cowering at his voice.
Trees wither; rocks shear off in splinters,
tumbling down in clouds of dust, spraying
shrapnel on persons away from the voice.
Out of my spell, I crawl to the beach.

© 2018 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi

Symphonies of Sorrows

Symphonies of Sorrows


Lost within lachrymal leviathans facing omnipotent oblivions
Embryonic extracts of eternal synergies of divine dominions
Where hemorrhaging hearts accumulate admits effete exile
Held in captivity by the metaphysical matrix a deceptive defile

Maculate manifestations into dormant damaged dimensions
Harboring hypocrisy through parasitic pandemic pretensions
Where love is liquefied and laundered in the nefarious night
Where desirous dreams of desire dissolve approaching daylight

The frolicsome festive fools fornicate in their master’s mansion
Submerging slaved souls incarnate intentions of evil expansion
Serpentine scattering sins suffice shooting ambiguous arrows
Where terminal tears deluge within the symphonies of sorrows.





May.31.2018
Poetry for the Sake of Poetry
Sponsored by: John Lawless
Music by Pink Floyd~Sorrow

Fishing For My Youth

The bike cross bar loaded , rods tied in place.
Gunns pools calling but there is, no race.
With it's fallen willow its a beautiful space
to forget about lifes rat race.

All my surrounding are just pristine.
There's a mist on the water like some sort of smoke screen
and not a ripple on the lake  can be scene
awaiting the the Leviathans who lay unseen. 

A sunrise breaking over head 
and a full days fishing lies ahead. 
Me pop and me butty's made with brown bread 
I'm all comfy sat on a camp bed.

Watching my float  dip out of sight.
waiting patiently for that first bite.
I'm staying all day from break of sun light to twilight
and if the fish bite i will fish in the moonlight.

Where the Locket Goes

A new time, enveloped inside mine
Keeps ticking aloft besides
And slides the locket of her mother
Beyond the socket of the wayside
Opens diversity into plain view
Where others place their often misguided
Open-faced mindless guffaw over
The mantle of deceit, where she sits
Like she is the queen of eternity
But she can’t keep that locket
If it means that time eludes the father
Of all the worlds money, which opens
When she befalls the worship of the uncanny
Where leviathans keep their beck
And over the side of Egypt, the call
Bellows below the falling of the wayside
Where a locket grows eternal questions
Where her mother, that of nature cries
And beneath all factions that crawl
Those that think they are right
Mistake the ruling of the supremacy
Of the father
Tick    tock, tick         tock, tick
Tock

Russell Sivey

I Hate Beer

Beer..your stench does draw near
Beer..oh pour off my dear
Beer..if you felt pain 
 I would make you sear

You draw breathe to lies 
Romantic heart breaker you are
Dumber than a pack of flies
I hate you and all your lore
This wisdom and anger you cannot ignore
I'd drown you like fodder and send you to leviathans front door

Beer.
Indescribable loss
You took what was near
Beer, il drench you in my volcanic tears

Beer..
Your real name is what I really hear
Beer..your a satanic dose of da' lear
Oh beer..I will never touch you
Not even to sanitize my fear
Of what may become of me..
Of I touch that whore devil nice named beer

 Come closer she says
Il take care of you ..
I say piss off because I can translate what I don't hear
Every attempt to enslave me is your own joke my dear

Ps- because i hate beer

All Aboard

Memories as sharp as diamonds, 
keen as knives, the smell of 
train smoke burns their nostrils still. 

Chilly mornings, misty, magic, 
gleaming rails so full of promise, 
lumbering Leviathans, 

wheezing, roaring, bound for Scotland 
or the local seaside towns, 
vacationers anticipating. 

Dewdrops glisten, hush and listen 
for the storied 8:09, 
ready with their pens and journals. 

Now steam and smoke are gone 
along with locomotives' potent majesty, 
would-be engineers who once were young,
with memories as keen and sharp as diamonds.

All Aboard

Memories as sharp as diamonds, 
keen as knives, the smell of 
train smoke burns their nostrils still. 

Chilly mornings, misty, magic, 
gleaming rails so full of promise, 
lumbering Leviathans, 

wheezing, roaring, bound for Scotland 
or the local seaside towns, 
vacationers anticipating. 

Dewdrops glisten, hush and listen 
for the storied 8:09, 
ready with their pens and journals. 

Now steam and smoke are gone 
along with locomotives' potent majesty, 
would-be engineers who once were young,
with memories as keen and sharp as diamonds.

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