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death, ireland, new york, sea,
The Titanic set sail from Queens Town in Cork
on her maiden voyage to the city of New York.
Its sinking cost lives that they couldn't save
now those poor souls lie in a watery grave.
Written 27th July 2020
For four lines poetry contest
Sponsored by Constance La France.
death, faith, imagination, lost love, love, nature, on writing and words, philosophy, sea, seasons, song-time,
Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up....
wind carries the cries
of lost souls departed hence.
Claimed in the white foam
of a turbulent spring tide....
St Nicholas* comforts them
* St Nicholas patron saint of sailors
penned 31 March 2015
Mary Oliver Rotman
death, destiny, funeral, grave, ocean, sea,
Scatter my ashes at Pemaquid Point,
Let the wind sail them home to the sea.
Cradle of life, be my cradle in death,
And set my spirit free.
Sun will warm the daylight hours;
The lighthouse illume the night;
Waves provide rhythm and gulls give voice---
Music to ease my flight.
Eternal rocks will form my tomb,
Sand my quilt shall be,
Protecting from shipwreck and raging storms,
And I’ll become one with the sea.
Gerard Keogh Jr.
death, fantasy, nature, sea
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.
adventure, death, sea, me, old, me, old,
When the time arrives for me to depart
from the sunlit harbors of the living.
Take me aboard a navy fighting ship
and carry me back again to the sea.
Order the boatswain to construct a skid
made of wood and painted with fresh white paint.
Build it to hold a gray weighted coffin
draped by Old Glory with her stars and stripes.
Cruise the coast of my beloved home Whidbey
until full abreast with Ebey’s Landing.
Muster the funeral party astern
Play taps and slide me into the blue drink.
Let the storm-flecked waves of the rolling sea
take this old sailor to his final peace.
natural disasters, death, sad, sea, me,
I'd hoped the sea remembered me,
accepting me so easily,
as evening peaks and
the moon draws out the tide.
She wrapped me in her icy shift,
eyes closed shut I'm set adrift,
and through the wash
I'm tossed with every stride.
Caught within her brackish flow
my beating heart begins to slow,
the pain will now subside.
age, death, fear, life, water,
When I was young
To her waves I clung
And, I would play
Upon her sun baked bank all day
As I grew, I could do
What my spirit wanted to
I was free
Becoming a close friend of the sea
On the day my parents died
Upon her bank I sat and cried
As my tears flowed forth from me
My sorrow was washed into the sea
Now advanced in years
Full of many old age fears
On her bank, I sit and wait
Pondering my eternal fate
After giving it some thought
Ignoring much of what I’ve been taught
I’m wading into the sea
My friend brings Peace and Death to me
adventure, angst, death, sea,
Among the cries of lonesome gull
A crude cross-slash, grinning skull
Below the tattered crimson sail
Those that did weather the fiercest gale
Noblemen fearfully bow
Seamen kneel before its prow
Quiver before the pirate`s might
A vision of ivory, dark as night
We slowly conquer waves of teal
All eyes follow the steady keel
The ebony ship, its purpose grim
The treasure hoard hidden within
Like a glittering blade, swift and sure
Cursed to never dock at shore
Remembered in forgotten lore
Not even the bravest Mortal knave
Shall escape the wrath of the grave
So we sail forever-more
death, loss, lost love, love, sad, sea, sorry, sympathy,
He walked down to the sea, lonely and bored
then dips his hand in the warm ocean brine.
Forty years she was the one he adored,
so he kneels to pray for her, one more time.
He spells out her name in the smooth beach sand
then he watches a wave wash it away.
Whispers "Goodbye" just as he starts to stand
he wishes there was more that he could say.
A gentle rumble as breaks a small wave
he can smell her perfume as on the breeze.
He has not the strength to visit her grave
self-pity and pain is all that he sees.
Watches seagulls as they swarm a shrimp boat
as it makes a turn back toward the bay.
Hollow and empty he feels without hope
and wishes a wave would wash it away.
Robb A. Kopp
animals, death, nature, sea, social
Pumping black blood
Sea life falls dead with a thud
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
death, imagination, passion, sea, visionary,
How sweet the sound of raging sea!
Long has peace reigned so devoted,
But has it thought of wicked treachery?
Nay, it had never plotted retribution!
Be that as it may,
I, the goddess of the deep,
Utter these very words of incantation
To suppress the fury that curses my veins!
May the vicious wind kiss the sky,
As rain pours down with shattered glass.
Let waves of thunder lacerate merciless boulders.
If confusion withers the depths of tranquility,
So let it be!
faith, friendship, happiness, hope, life, loss, nature, peace, sad, sea, seasons, sympathy, thank you, time, uplifting
Being in denial is like sitting in an empty house,
with a moonlit forest behind it.
Coming out of denial is the new bird,
that comes and stays a while, with that little
empty house, but when winter comes,
he is off on a journey from the heavens above.
confusion, death, depression, introspection, sad, seasea, sea,
All alone in the middle of pain-
drowning in a sea of sorrow -
a demented asylum of unmerciful distress-
that destroys all hopes of tomorrow-
these dark crashing waters-
that are fueled by the rain-
are destine to swallow me-
in this cold sea called pain-
my heart beats uncontrollably-
as I frantically gasp for air-
but my lungs are filled-
and my cries are silenced-
by the bitter waves of despair-
where is the sun to dries these waters-
and give long awaited relief-
to a soul that's drowning in a deep sea of sorrow-
pulled under by the currents of grief-
bereavement, sea, wind,
The wind raised the wave with pleasure over and over,
exploding with its weight embracing the jagged rocks.
Seeing the aged shoreline spread like an endless rover,
of eroded pinnacles. No ship dare seek its locks,
for its nonexistent shore has suffered severe shocks.
She hugged her woolen shawl, tightly around her shoulders,
to ward off the chill, and walked along the cliffs, looking
out onto the sea. Waves crashed against battered boulders,
stirring the cool mist and briny fragrance. Concealing
the love she once shared, but lost to the seas bewitching.
English Quintain, ababb, 13 syllables
birth, death, sea,
Bury me not to rot deep in the bowels of earth,
all alone in the cold, silent, dank wetness of dirt.
For the very first day I awoke before birth
I was floating in the warm sea of the womb, so alert
to my mother's warm body fluid, soothing and supporting.
Bobbing and rocking, caressed by her comforting
touching of me, and her soft muffled words and lullabies,
I was carried in her womb until my birth's surprise and cries.
At my demise, burn my body, scatter my ashes far out to sea
so they can bob and rock, floating in sheer delight and glee
at being back in a womb, back in the sea, where I want to be.
19 June 2018
bird, death, sea, sunset,
in the depths of my mind
i still see you there
you aged with grace
like the flight of swan
on the horizon
of amethyst skies
as they blend crimson
beneath the setting sun
i saw your wings fold
falling silent against your chest
as you took your last whispered breath
beneath the featherless shadows of time
leaving me alone
stranded on the sands
that death robs
when the hourglass
of time stops
i still count the grains
washed upon the shores
as the ocean lashes back
in salted sprays
upon my sunken face
i look back
as my footsteps fade
beneath the rhythm
of its calmer waves
realizing i stand alone
breathless in the expansion
of mind's hold
A Serious Tsunami
Astir the divining of earth.
The sea is alive and gives birth.The sand gives a sigh
And waves are so high.
The beaches all filled up with dearth.
A freak — oh its mock and its girth.
The tsunami cursed all its worth.Some beachcombers die,
As rest of them cry.
The island deprived of its mirth.
Two Sea Themed Limericks Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Tania Kitchin
Syllables checked on howmanysyllables.com
abuse, black african american, boat, death, pain, sea, slavery,
Taunting phantoms butcher his coloured back,
Rivers of blood flow down the cruel chains;
Cries resound through the ruthless ship,
Waking Death from his peaceful slumber.
death, obituary, sea,
I fell off a boat
An Octopus caught me in her arms
She took me for dinner
death, life, loss,
BURIAL AT SEA
A poem by Jina Mahalatinia
I witnessed Mama's body
As Angels worked her flesh
Preparing her for death.
And when her flesh was pieces
She was scared of being eaten
(Remembering Viking spears
That killed, not ate, those fish)
So I cried to soothe her fears.
angst, death, depression, love, sea,
A weight bound tight inside of her prison,
Does no man acquire the strength that's due?
She sinks down deep as high tide has risen,
As her figure's swallowed by darkest blue
Resignating, do her lungs open so,
Oh, how she opens the gate to her death;
Crushed by the pressure, she rocks to and fro',
Not even with closure of one last breath
The waves crash above and smother below,
It was the blackest of waters she'd known;
Suddenly, pressure was letting her go,
And the most loveliest light was then shown
A pair of hands came for me, cold and wet;
Eyes upon me, and but a lovers set.
beach, best friend, grave, ocean, sea, together, uplifting,
My name is here,
But you'll not find me.
I am with my best friends
Near the clear, salt sea.
We are in the wind,
In the ocean's roar:
On the smooth, cool stones
Of some sandy shore.
We are in the waves,
As they break on the rocks.
Here time has no meaning,
The seasons are clocks.
We are never alone
In this place by the sea.
We are always together,
As good friends will be.
We did not decay:
Turn to rot, then to bone.
We're not part of the earth;
It is not our last home.
We've had a good laugh,
My old friends and me.
We've escaped the dark grave,
By the clear, salt sea.
© 2015 Diane Lefebvre
Flora Mae Gudez
absence, bird, blue, boat, boyfriend, break up, deep, depression, desire, emo, emotions, feelings, first love, fishing, girl, grief, heartbroken, lonely, longing, loss, love, miss you, missing, missing you, sorrow, suicide,
Oh sea of love!
How bitter the mem'ries I have!
This place reminisce the pain
Of not seeing my love again.
Your birds up high
Remind me of his goodbye.
Your water so deep
Makes me yearn and weep.
So let your breeze blow,
And dry the tears that flow.
Let your waves take away
The griefs and sorrows that stay.
Oh sea of love!
Erase the mem'ries I have!
Wash them out of the blue,
Take them away with you.
death, faith, inspirational, love, nature, philosophy, sea
Oh mighty sun you rise once more,
Bringing forth a brand new day.
A shimmering causeway of golden ray’s,
To another world now seems not far away.
My bones grow weary for on the beach I sit,
Before an out stretched sea.
Caporal thoughts of the conscious mind,
Start to fade now on the breeze.
Lift me like the seagull soars,
For now ecstasy consumes the soul.
Just the calling waves now answer,
For here will I make my home?
All earthly bonds and shackle,
The rat race now has been run.
Now in the bosom of sweet nature,
For with you Im now at one.
© N Windle 2009