Short Shipwrecked Poems
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choice of victuals to be stranded with
Beans, macaroons, fudge,
Cinnamon rolls, sugar for coffee
If I get shipwrecked
She
scribbles on the sands
a shipwrecked autobiography
Form:
such painful ecstasy
such troublesome want
to care so much
to want to be with so much
some wonderful creature
who feels no love for you
Lost upon the waves,
Ship splinters 'neath storm's fury,
Sky merges with sea.
Island sands embrace my plight—
Hope blooms in the heart of night.
You have a heroic soul
of a thousand cries kept
in bitter joy suffered
of so many succumbed fish,
so many shipwrecked men,
and frightened ...
Sea, my sea,
I realize when
you made yourself
cold ocean,
my love that was
Titanic passenger,
it was strong, but
was shipwrecked,
it was on board
in this agony...!
Desert island dreams.
Wind and surf with golden sands.
Sunshine steals my heart.
Paradise begins to wane.
Hell on Earth shipwrecked alone
3/ 30/ 2015..
Autumnal Poem (Tanka)
(After a photo by Albert Russo)
This rock in the sea
Looks like a shipwrecked vessel
In October sadness
A ship manned by seagulls
her captain, a tired seal.
So much sorrow and failure I see.
All are shipwrecked in life's angry sea.
Be it illness, divorce,
rack and ruin perforce.
The exception, of course... will be me.
shipwrecked and saddened
I now swim up to the shore
what a sight I see
the skyline’s lit up
colors shine bright and sparkle
memory is formed
Russell Sivey
Entrant into PD's, "Sunset ((Haiku))" contest
Ripples fade on shore
as there will be next to fade
like a shipwrecked soul
who risks and writhes in defeat
like a dropping leaf on scream
12.19.17
"Stunner 2017"
hosted by Line
Third Place
Doris was dowdy, drab, and draggle-tailed too
Forever frumpy, frightened, a failure, at age thirty-two
Jaundiced, juicy-gossipy, jealous, and July jailed
Slovenly, slithery, shipwrecked, her moment had sailed.
I'm from the sea
since remote time
in which electrifyingly
i sailed paper boats....
Since early ages when i
commanded the white boats of clouds..
Now I sail in the deep sea of myself
where I am always shipwrecked... !
My thoughts are empty Vessals.
Floating in a deep dark Lake I Think.
The waves are not Connected.
There everywhere it Seems.
One moment I am Shipwrecked.
Others as though I Sink.
I am hearing many Voices.
Its pirates so to Speak.
Form:
we were both shipwrecked
but you are lost to me
you raft is drifting away
with all my provisions
you are turning into nothing more
than a speck on the horizon
leaving me here with only a memory
to keep me company
through these lonely days
Stormy deep water was my life.
A shipwrecked person,
without lifebelt and hope, swam in the midle of the ocean.
I raised my head to see the sun and to take a breath.
I saw you,
To rise inside my soul.
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the moored hulls
drop
down in the haze
rise again
like wet birds
the boats slip
in and out
of the mist
come back painted by
distant seas
wet ropes squeak
rigging rattles as they list
water is shipped
whitecaps last seen
in a shipwrecked
china teacup
Are the sordid stories about the surreal,
sharp, stoney Greek isles known as Sirenum Scopuli,
supposedly inhabited by sexy, sultry, sirens,
who salaciously seduced stupefied shipwrecked sailors
by simply singing lascivious songs,
surely mythologic or surprisingly true?
River boats
drop down into sunken fog,
return
as buoyant as swimming seagulls.
A deep diving sky
spindrifts the hulls,
decks now ship airy waves
from far away seas.
The craft ride high and low
on this muted swell,
a cresting last beheld
in a shipwrecked China teacup.
I am a shipwrecked fool don't you know
battered by the ocean of you
how could I let myself sink so deep
where the depth of you will forever be my keep
later down the road, they'll find my bones
next to the chest of Davey Jones
hand in grip, heart adrift
a shipwrecked fool with nothing left
Shipwrecked
A great poet
I'm probably not
A brilliant writer
The same response
My own best Critic
the job I've got
Yet the words float
to the surface
In my mind's cesspool
Of self doubt
My fingers swim
Tapping buoyant words
Flotsam and jetsam
That survived
my shipwrecked thoughts.
I thought I heard
an island siren croon
a sophisticated tune
with words in song
about the moon in June
as a big bright
and bold balloon
enchanting music
captured me
shipwrecked
my heart is all at sea
or am I wrong
imagining things
it's only the waves
and the wind that sings
~ The ship has sailed
Casting seas
This the sentimental voyage
Those the waves engulfing me
Watered down withered tattered and torn
Swiss and swashed washed and decked these waves
So are compassionate so blows the winds
From the east to the west
Alas now I find myself shipwrecked~
Love
Not felt, nor seen
Lost….
Forgotten, lost to the waves
Waves of hurt, bobbing away
Locked, in prisons of their own making
Cut off from the shore
Shores not seen a while, marooned
Till the rocks of culpability, to break
To open a heart, shipwrecked
Shipwrecked in a sea of delusions
Shipwrecked in a sea of angst
I sat down,
I felt frisson...
I studied the sea
of your skin... Then,
in the deep ocean
of your soul, I dove...
Then I was shipwrecked...
But I didn't suffer..., only
I loved it, I loved it... !