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Short Sargasso Poems

Short Sargasso Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sargasso by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sargasso by length and keyword.


Empty Ships and Fools
empty vessels sail 
the vast Sargasso Sea
tides and currents carry 
what lost horizons see

in azure-blue waters 
circling sharks seek appease 
linger not sleeping
beneath churning deceitful seas

many men aboard 
disappeared from sight
fancies liberated
vanished in the night

avarice prowls open seas
devoured by abyss
love and fools disappear
aboard their sinking ships...

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Categories: sargasso, love,
Form: Rhyme



Reaching Out
Tossing electronically-bottled messages into the wild blue sea yonder will they float like a boat or sink like a stone it only makes me ponder as optimistically-inclined I often wonder why some say, 'Send me an email,' but then never reply do my bottles circumnavigate the globe or stay in the Sargasso for ever and a day are they wrecked on the rocks of spam while typing I waste my days and nights away
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Categories: sargasso, computer, humor, humorous, word play,
Form: Rhyme
Navigator of Me
I notice the waves, the tides
             of the lulls, the sargasso,
             I live the sea in me ... I suffer
              from navigated waters,
              of the sunken loves ...
              I am aware of seas of the universe,
               all infinite oceans,
              I sailed and still sail,
              not for being a sailor
               intrepid ... but for being
               castaway still alive ......

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Categories: sargasso, allusion, confidence, imagination, metaphor, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Missing My Metaphor
her joints, 
creaking plank wood,
nails, 
shellacked, splintered,
dark
long
hair, 
sargasso sickly sweetened
blue crab scuttled,
lips both
brown foam'd,
in
tidal moaning,
her boardwalk secrets
fallen,
on 
her beach head,
sand dollars,
insteps
ebb, 
sand bars exposed,
while 
gulls cry 
for clamshells
neap'd,
my bucket 
never full,
those swelling
littorals,
leave me
only salt streak'd
in 
cold 
board shorts,
and 
rough glass
foot cuts,
rip current-ed,
again....

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Categories: sargasso, lust,
Form: Personification

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