Short Tempest Tossed Poems

Alas the real me has been tempest tossed
I've been combing the world no matter the cost
Searching all over
From Delhi to Dover
Wherever I look I turn up lost

11/7/22...

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When life seems so tempest tossed,
And all seems so dismally lost,
Climb back up that slippery slope;
Just remember, there is always hope!

When in the throes of trials and stress,
And in times of forlorn hopelessness,
'Twill be much easier for you to cope,
Remembering that there is always hope!

Entry For Carolyn Devonshire's "Hope" Contest...

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Tender streams the night 
flames a flicker filled delight 
fresh  a yellow painted rose 
held in perfect sweet repose 


Oh my sun, my precious sun 
your warmth breathes long 
hidden 'mongst a subtle guise 
filling out a summer's day 


Lunar leaps an oval face 
stealing rays of saving grace 
languid pains a vision lost 
heart lie still  a tempest tossed...

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What is it then, what good?
Never doing as it should
Tempest tossed from hell
Written close to me

Tears drain from the eye wells
Bitten close to hearts deep sea
Ink dries round the wound
Written close to me

Rejected again my friends
Planned out as a grand win
Cut this deep bitter sin
Written close to me

Good then to bed
Fateful bitter bled
Good I say, good
Good Writtance
Close to me...

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Amidst the chaos, faith takes flight,
A beacon in the darkest night.
Beyond what eyes and minds can see,
It's trust in what will always be.

Not just in gods or fate we find,
But in the depths of humankind,
A force that mends the broken wing,
And makes the caged bird start to sing.

It's hope when all the world seems lost,
A bridge across the tempest-tossed,
In every heart, a sacred art,
A flame that never will depart....

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Sitting here
 looking out the protection of my window on the world
I'm safe
 watching as the wind rises and races through the trees
a howling calls out
 crying and weeping boisterously at the onslaught of spring
late March winds
 arrive at the close of April midst the tempest-tossed rains
rivers and streams form
 where the earth slopes down into the wood
and creatures hide
 hovering in the brush and thicket bush
as I watch
 safe....

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Onward mere mortal man
Your stoic heart abides
Armor clad you make a stand
To brave the swelling tides

Quiet of conscience bred
You fight the torrid breeze
Over feudal lands you bled
And the tempest tossed seas

No obstacle prevails
Your courage has no bounds
To the mast you lash your sails
And dock on foreign grounds 

Honor you long defend
What mighty soul you hoard
When at last you greet the end
To relinquish shield and sword...

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Awashed out from shore tempest tossed in the night
Behold sands once golden fade from sight
Alone I must plumb the depths of my sorrow
No one to be with if there is a tomorrow
Drenched are my spirits, a dark heavy toll
Overwhelmed is my vacant aching soul
No compass not guide nor north star above
Exiled into a land of dark clouds, no white dove
Dream sweetly my dear, my life, my love...

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when wind blows a gale 
leaves pushed pulled tempest tossed
I see life fleetingly aloft and 
gone in gasp and gust

when clocks chime and chip away at time
inevitable and intangibly present
it’s the fool’s errand to be angry at an hour

when cars zip like bullets
when plugs crackle into life
when scissors snap too close to skin
when fragile chick plummets from nest

death darts ahead of life 
a promiscuous predator circling 

circling even as you say you’re leaving...

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