Red Sea Poems - Poems about Red Sea

How did the sea become a crime? How did its blue become a bruise on the face of history? How did the verdure turn into red wrath, breathing fire into burned hearts, leaving behind it a black, frosty funeral? How did the tree become a Fury? Her strands of fire strewn above the dew and tranquil mounts Furious fire and melted iron Lava and...

Continue reading...

A fifth of sand destined for fire God blown into a rose stemmed glass. Beauty will succumb to black crow desires worn elegance prays for one last chance. From a barge christened gluttony third generation clutter, gifted to the sea. Busted glass is a lonely ghost crab aiming for stars upon the cool wet sand. The humblest of all man's gemstones champagne memories...

Continue reading...

RED SEA At the mouth I lay splayed blood trickling, slowly dripping into soft mud or red Akashic ink mud of my anus, ink of my sacred septum ...

Continue reading...

Giant red sea urchins piled high on a dock. Still live, their spines wave, beckoning me. Soon to be processed as haute cuisine stock, Then sent to Japan to make roe puree. It is sad to see these poor little guys. They move with intention to find the Sea. Too bad that their taste tends to tantalize The overall fondness for good...

Continue reading...

Sometimes things do not happen on time Sometimes we do not see what we want to see Sometimes we fall and it is hard to get up This season of maturity is the essence of life Growth with the Lord is important and The destruction of our ‘own way’ is needed God delivers His people at the right time Because the right...

Continue reading...

As a child, this reoccurring dream haunted. When I would run from a monster chasing me Then he'd reach out to grab, I'd fly undaunted. As time went by, from those dreams seemed free. Now knowing it was death, I face the red sea Of course, as you can tell. I have no idea about...

Continue reading...

What a mighty God I serve! Amazing in all His ways High and above human Lowly thoughts and contrivances I bow to you in humble adoration You alone are my God The Master of the universe How can I begin to recount All your amazing deeds in my life? Forgive lord sins of my ingratitude That trivialise your amazing love Every...

Continue reading...

sea wall aquarium holds back barracuda - consumes Pharoah’s men 7/22/2022...

Continue reading...

EARLY POEMS XIX Bound by Michael R. Burch Now it is winter—the coldest night. And as the light of the streetlamp casts strange shadows to the ground, I have lost what I once found in your arms. Now it is winter—the coldest night. And as the light of distant Venus fails to penetrate dark panes, I have remade all my chains and am bound. Published as...

Continue reading...

The title has been taken by kind permission of Valsa George’s “Sweet Memories” for which I thank and dedicate my poem to Valsa George for her friendship. We were lying on the sand, Listening to the soft murmur Of short and light cool waves. Above us, a red octagonal sun umbrella Gave us the much-desired rest. Far...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

This time I will do many things differently. I will thank God for the small things that I often overlook. I will see that beauty is something that hides until it is gone. I will stop loving sunny days only when its raining. Mainly, I would like to quit wanting the things I dont have, And wish for those who...

Continue reading...

Phases Two minutes… Red sea parted Israel crossed sea ...

Continue reading...

As I walk the soft velvet sand, ...

Continue reading...

Swesish Saga Gerda left Sweden with an odd liking for turnips. She claimed hard labor ruined her hands. She hated her father. Fritchof walked like an ex-sailor. He had a vein-blue tattoo on his left hand. He once sailed the Red Sea and grew a mustache. They met in Vancouver. A brown wedding oval preserves her stiff upper lip, his doubting earnestness. She made...

Continue reading...