Shipwrecks Poems - Poems about Shipwrecks

beneath a tumbling sea, some in the shallows, some so deep even the burrowing fish know them not. When, at the end of a long pier, one that reaches out into the wild waves, you stand at that last flimsy rail, that separates you from all the drowned. When on a fine day, on such a day, you look with your soul, see you...

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The Mary Rose, Andrea Doria, Estonia, MV Doña Paz, RMS Titanic, and the Endurance Wasn't, in techno craftsmanship, each a utopia? Wasn't, yet, the cause of their wreck been soft luxe sentiments? Could they, in cores, cope with collisions with the ice rocks? Was immersion hypothermia humanly handled? In times of perpetual physical and psychic blocks Wasn't the divine enlightenment and wisdom...

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What lies beneath- lies beneath for a reason lost treasure...

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My people are shipwrecks, they have faces long crushed by tanks. Many are landlocked, a few were too oceanic they got broken by dry-docked hearts. Most were blitzed by smokescreens. The trees and industrial units are so tightly packed, that snow can only fall in thin shafts of squeezed daylight. You can get silenced or dead in those cold spotlights. At the edge of the cut...

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are under the sea, some in the shallows, some so deep even the burrowing fish know them not. When, at the end of the long pier you meet the rail the flimsy rail, that separates you from all the drowned, do you see the...

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Fading beacons, lights along the further distant shores As the firebugs within nights, a burning nevermore Left unpleasured in their yearning, Seamen laden take the test of storms As the lunar lighthouse crossing clouds, swallowing up to blacken bay And mariners are dreaming of hearth and home beneath Trident's splashing grayer haze But, more of regret that they're met by...

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On a robust breeze, the sunset flares through the ripe peach filtered clouds. As they extend garish golden glaze past bleached sands, salted corpses. Cold crying of sailors washed clean slipping off the clambering crabs....

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