Salty Poems | Examples

Salty Barnacles

Son of a Sailor, this Sailor it seems,
Salt weathered, grizzled, bed feathered,
Softened endless schemes of fulfilling his dreams.
In time, his mind, became untethered.

Was clearer each day, words nearer were cast.
At last! Words shaped wonders of ventures past!
Inspired! Each new sight and sound, jotted down.
Though not spoke, became the joke of the town.

Time would levy, as his heavy drinking,
Dulled his mind and impaired his thinking.
Rot-gut gin, left pen, nowhere to begin.
His sadness broke free, and woke madness within!

Had countless revisions, mountainous ambitions,
But, Alas! All his words were never heard.
With one final drink, this Sailor at the brink,
Scribbled...Almost There!...as his final words.

Salty Brine of Turning Tide

torrents of tears flowed
when he saw a sea dragon
beached dehydrated
for he knows that it like him
could only shed tears on land

the tears were salty
welling from bag of sea brine
in the ocean's blood
he harbored in his body
as fluid to bathe his cells

he needed to cry
but till now tears would not spill
weeping on ebb tide
to wash moribund eyes clean
and inhale with a fresh breath

he fights the current
gripping on to refusals
yet the water wins
the dragon prowls in the foam
its searing breath flares fear

one tear another
fell soft on scalded shadow
fell on dragon's eyes
sending the sand grit flying
washing the stall clean of grime

fear sinks in the tide
form of the trial changes
relief opens gate
as ocean consumes his past
dragon wings have unfolded

tears were the pivot
to beat the challenge
breaking resistance
setting sails on favored wind
on the course past the dragon

Burning salty Tears

Oh Almighty God
end this  genocide  on Gaza 
move demons away

Al Juman  style haiku © 1/12/2025




hate is an internal cry
burning salt drips of anger
steaming for justice


Al Juman  style haiku © 1/12/2025

SWEET OR SALTY

          We're sweet, or salty,
      depends on reason and sight...
         salt or sweet...let's fight...!

my sea has no shore

My sea has no shore

Where are you, I have no clue
The ocean is so big that I can't find the shore.

My sinking boat has no sailor,
Sailor, I have no support,
The ocean is so big that I can't find the shore.

Is it salty or salty or salty?
I don't understand,
But this world is so bitter that I can't find it
The ocean is so big that I can't find the shore.

I try very hard to reach the shore,
But maybe I am dear to this shore
That's why
The sea has no shore.

Sailor, keep on pounding,
Maybe someone will see you and try to save you,
Or take you to the shore,
But don't forget to thank them, otherwise
Your sea will never reach the shore.

 You make your breath as cold as the moon and embrace me in you.
 Before that, I got up and said,
 "The ocean is so big that I can't find the shore."

Ocean

Ocean the blue cat 
likes to suck on random toes 
taste the salty sweat

Stay Salty

Violently mimic the wind,
stay salty yet flow like water;
With an attitude stay thick skinned,
violently mimic the wind;
Keep poetry neat and well penned,
then punctuate it to slaughter;
Violently mimic the wind,
stay salty yet flow like water.

Salty Singularity

We're born- we live-we take-we give.
We knead love while churning hate.
Love comes through the curtain unabated
then leaves with a clack, like the song of a raven.

We sashay into open hearts... 
unleashing a maelstrom of fiery darts.
God prunes the root of our pain
and balms the burning in the brain...
in return we curse his blessed name.

We rage -we rejoice-aging ungracefully.
Every breath is a gilded blessing...I think.
The sundial is cranked up to full speed. 
My circle shrinks into a salty singularity...

Salty

Salty and bitter,
But I am not a quitter,
No, instead rather
I am more of a winner
Than the sorest of loser.

Salty Breeze

I am here and there
      but I belong to somewhere
with the salty breeze 

I fly low and slow
      watching what are the closest
                   worries to be faught

                            I am a lost soul
      fighting against loneliness
~flying among words~

Tantalizing

The tastes of spring jostle
my taste buds to awaken.
To stand up,
Get poked out on tongue.
Then to flick and lick, from the very tip of my tongue.
Savoring the tantalizing, titillating, tit-bit tastes,
that spring in season, rendered in bounteous bounty harvests,
from berries, fruits, peas, herbs, beans and juices.
Premeditated, contemplated and jazz-jammed
to razzmatazz improvisations and mantras
by scents wafting up the nose.
The five senses,
five essences,
five heavenly scents,
dance and jive
rejoicing in the tantalizing
quintuplet of 
quintessential tastes,
that emerge in spring:
sweet, sour, salty, 
bitter, 
umami.

A Single Salty Tear

Came the day he told me he'd found someone new
and I stood frozen in both place and time.
My heart was as cold as the Winter wind that blew
and I recall clouds darkening the afternoon sky.

Raindrops fell, but no tears from my eyes.
I didn't acknowledge a word he'd said. I simply turned 
and walked away, numb to feeling anything at all. 
It was late in Autumn when my love was spurned.

I envisioned myself as a single salty tear,
one caused by grief that had spilled unnoticed.
I was lying perched on the cheek of a mournful clown,
whose smile had been painted on, upside down.
I was hoping to leave my sorrow behind
after I'd fallen into the dirt and buried in the ground.

Seasoned

I used to claim, I'm just getting old til
a friend said, "no, seasoned", with a gentle scold.
It does sound better. I must admit, but am still
pondering which spices fit?
Was I seasoned by the sea with its salty air?
Am I spiced by my anger which at times flares?
Was I peppered by my individual journey, and all
of those people who influenced me?
Are those milder spices acquired with time, like
a touch of coriander, or a pinch of thyme?
I'm hoping to acquire a taste for sage as I
could certainly use some at this ripe old age.

Broken

I didn't know that all this could happen
He thought that he was a simp
But instead he was a noow
He used to think that he was flexing yet cheugy

This became salty when I got sus
When his fam told me of his dirty plans
I had to ghost so as to calm myself
Since he was acting so crashy

Getting off was the best idea though
I was hurt when I knew no cap
Later realized that shipping wasn't Gucci

Salty Rivers

If I were to close my eyes or dare to blink
I'd sink in salty rivers of tears on my cheeks

I wonder how long the flow will continue to linger
My fingers tire but cannot wipe them all away

I feel the burdened weight of my sodden lashes
fearing the gashes in my heart will go on bleeding


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