Short Message In A Bottle Poems
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My love for you
is bottled
aging
to perfection
maybe
turning to vinegar.
Will the bottle break
before you sober up?
Enclosed find a recipe for Fruitcake
It was a particular favorite around the holiday season.
We had a very "dry' sense of humor.
She floats like a message in a bottle
on a massive ocean of crystal blue waves
towards a horizon she never reaches.
Maurice Yvonne
Take my hand
don't let go
I know is hard
but I don't want to fall
what's in your head?
let me know
messages in a bottle
can travel the world.
Jessica
I loved
I hated
I laughed
I cried
I was dumb
I was wise
I was cruel
I was kind
I lived
I died
I was there
I was here
Long ago
I was here...
12/8/2012
Catie's contest
The soft melodies of the night time
They whisper to me so sweetly
Reminding me of the past
When we acted as one
Together always
Never fading
Always with
You in
Love
Sailing the seven seas
On true love's eternal tide
Expressed on a wave
Thabang Jan Ngoma
22-07-2015
Sponsor: Frank Herrera
Contest Name: LOVE IN A FAR OFF PLACE
I once was what you are
Or what you think you may be…
Now I am nothing more
But this lone piece of paper
of my words & thoughts.
You are no longer alone
We are both finally here…
Covered with sand and barnacles too
A plastic bottle turning blue
found a treasure in my hand
I cleaned layers of sand
Inside a note hid
unscrewed the lid
out it slid
heart sank
blank
How many times
have i ask for
your sweet
forgiveness
Lord, i
surrender
i submit to you
because i
lost respect
and dignity
for myself
now, i am
sending you
this message
in a bottle
If you see a little brown bottle,
you’ll know that bottle is from me.
Floating in the vast ocean,
you will see it quite soon.
Open that bottle,
read my message.
It’s for you.
I need
beer.
This bottle once was full of cold beer
Now only this dumb note is here
The author’s mind not so clear
Message garbled, I fear
Hoping land is near
Trying to steer
Must now veer
Oh Dear
Burp
I have at last reached this divine shore
Where no man has ever set foot
No dirty trash can be found
In this peaceful retreat
Nature's soft silence
As peace returns
On tip toes
To meet
Death
Our excursion brushed past bashing tides.
An uncharted desert shelter
is where the vessel resides.
Stripped of rhyme and reason;
I behold demons
strumming spiked lyres
yielding me
lonely
here.
If you're reading this message beware.
I was trapped in here centuries.
I've escaped into the air.
I'm roaming in the breeze.
Freedom paid by fare.
Hope I won't freeze.
I am rare.
Hear sneeze?
Jinn
I cometh through the sand stones of time
Washed ashore before you were born
Knowing my voice is silent
Though determined to find
The one who prevails
Through terror reigns
Set me free
For you
Love
I’m marooned on this desert island
with just one beautiful woman:
sandy beaches, blue sky, sun,
more food than we can eat,
crates of washed-up beer.
Just thought I would
write this note
and gloat.
Help!!!
A dream, a silent passing hope
Once to me as all
At drift upon the highest tide
Rise, oh waking call
Break upon a sleeping shore
Rise, oh soul, arise
The ocean calls to free the soul
So bound within your eyes
soggy tiny message in a bottle
floating for six weeks
lying at the edge of a beach today
discovered more than once
because people keep reading it and throwing it back
the ocean sits patiently waiting for a reply
If all my words could reach your soft ears,
then tender thoughts could be more clear.
You would then know what was missed.
And we might have not walked
away and just kissed.
Second guessing
when and why
for the
day.
On the sinister horizon,
only this bottle
missive, message...
Uncertainty...
No ships pass,
no planes on this route...
Nobody in sight...
just sinister line
from the horizon...
Only this bottle to browse
my exile... !
I have a chance
(if things pan out)
to climb the local ladder.
Assistant to a Laureate
in poetic matters.
Wish me luck,
at least a fall that
leaves me writing better;
but if I fly,
cheer me on
earning all my letters.
Form:
My words might find you sad and pensive
I am Wilma, please to meet you
Hope that made you smile today
Nothing special to share
I have something else
To give to you
On this page
Is my
Smile
Contest: Message In A Bottle
1st Place
Message in a bottle-Kiss-Sharon
His love carried me throughout my life
Like this bottle on the ocean
Let it ebb and flow always
Should you find this bottle
Washing up on shore
please release it
to the sea
once more
kiss
Wrecked on an island - alone - I eat
pineapples and coconut meat.
Though salvaged were paper and
ink, this is still my plight:
Who’s ever going
to read the poems
and stories
that I
write?
Inspired by Linda Marie's Contest