DESERT ISLAND

There still exist desert islands....

Write a wonderful, fantastic, creative, imaginative poem
about a desert island....

Any genre

Any length

Old or new

Up to 3 poems

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This can be almost real life type or completely
science fiction and fantasy.....Explore your imagination

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desert_island

Nothing like a tale of pirates, cursed treasure, and a desert island to make for a rousing tale of adventure!

]- Accursed Treasure -[

I recall it was in a far away port, so many years ago,
When the hour was past midnight in the tavern’s hall.
An old pirate with a wooden leg and a heart of woe,
He told us of a treasure, and how it had cost him all!
Accursed by the ancients, not known by men today,
There was a chest filled with jewels buried on an isle.
No more would the old man search for another day,
So it fell to us to make his knowledge so worthwhile.

The crew expected an easy voyage, and easier loot,
But the skies grew dark and the waves treacherous!
Some miracle or curse spared us Neptune’s boot…
But the skies stayed dark and the winds thunderous.
At last the isle of the old man’s tale began to appear,
So I ordered the men to make ready for its’ shore…
But every lad of our bold crew was petrified by fear!
Reminding them of treasure rallied them, once more.

We rowed ashore, eight men and I, seeking a chest,
Accursed by the ancients: and waiting for our hands.
We swore until we found it, that we would not rest!
And so, we searched that isle’s darkly barren lands.
The chest was in some ruins; of what none may tell,
Inside were rubies and emeralds, and sapphires too.
But four who touched them died and went to Hell…
Leaving four men and I the treasure’s curse to undo!

No one dared to lay hands upon the sparkling gems;
We carried the chest back to the ship, locked tightly.
But, on our return voyage, greed overtook the men!
They demanded their share of the loot, and violently.
The four and I stood firm and warned them together,
But no one believed us and we could not stop a one.
They opened the chest, as terrible grew the weather,
And every sailor who touched a bauble was undone.

Four men and I pulled in to port, our voyage ending.
Some fools bought our treasure for twice its’ worth!
They are likely all dead now, to the curse a-bending,
Whilst we drink to their sorrows: by a tavern hearth.
Rum for every lad, and gold in our pockets to spare,
We’ll hire a new crew and set sail for further glories!
Of legends and curses a pirate cannot always care…
Though it is the stuff of such that makes fine stories.

Jessica and Alexis - thank you for starting the competition with such good poems.

Castaway




'Twas a cold early September morning
the yawning sun barely peeking
from the curtain of clouds nestled
atop a mountain from yonder;
this young Wall Street executive sets off
on a luxury yacht with his girlfriend.

Their destination unknown
just trying to get away from it all
a month after the worst financial crisis
since the Great Depression;
they sailed the seven seas for days
stopping only to gaze at the lonely stars
and the crescent moon slowly disappearing.

Like the bursting of the housing bubble
big waves abruptly pounded his yacht
tossing it relentlessly across the Pacific
for seven  consecutive moonless nights.
The yacht, out of gas and powerless
just floats with the ocean currents
going in the direction of the wind
until it reaches an uninhabited islet.

Forty-five days and nights had passed
still, no rescue crew in sight
only the clear blue waters
which reflect the color of the sky
as far as his weary eyes can see.

He had consumed every single food
the islet has to offer: from coconuts
to sea weeds, and whatever the sea
can provide for each passing day.
The only thing left was the corpse
of his dearly beloved who just passed away;
his nearly-deranged mind still contemplates,
"She died so I may live; her body to nourish me."

Thank you poetic engineer....

somelikeithot said:Thank you poetic engineer....

It's a pleasure to join your comps...likewise!

Haunted Isles




There's a couple of haunted isles
north from my island paradise
nobody dare to set foot
for fear of losing precious life.

Folklore handed down from generations
of rich and poor alike in my small town:
there are buried treasures in caves
and sunken chests of gold
in and around those isles
zealously guarded by mystical spirits--
who go on processions
on moonless nights
to pay homage to certain spots
where treasures are found,
and vanish into thin air
at stroke of midnight.

If you have done good deeds
you get rewarded
with a jar filled with gold -
but comes with a catch:
you have to sacrifice
a life of your love ones.

That leaves you with a choice
and you must choose very well
Even if you find these treasures
using high-tech metal detectors,
and you're about to haul
your precious finds from the pit;
something eerie would happen
during the last minute
Mysteriously, they get sucked down
into the earth and gone without a trace
lost forever, and buried into the abyss...

Desert Island
I feel the presence of just ONE
My lit candle in a caravan
Will my gypsy fortune tell me I'll be waiting
here forever with the soul of a drifter
and the heart of a dweller
I have been blessed with a salt water lake
I swem in it at 3am and the moon was shining above me yea
The whisper of the wind says theres a crocodile here
so I panick and swim out to analyse the myth
In this desert where I lay there are also sea monsters a
sister said.
Some cultures believe the kids are in danger
others sleep with crocodiles and feed them nature??
In this Desert Island there are stories to tell.
And the water is hidden in a gypsy trail well.

Angeliki

Poetic Engineer and Angel of Poetry - thank you for your submissions.

A love, a curse, a tragedy

Running through the woods
Scared for my life
Not knowing if I would make it out alive...

I guess it all started with a curse,
and a forbidden love.

It started about a year ago when I first met him.
The love of my life.
It was love at first sight

He was all I ever thought about
All I ever could think about
All I ever wanted to think about

It was all perfect until my parents found out
They forbid us to see each other
But that didn't stop us

My parents just got worse and worse
So we ran away
Together

We lived on a desert island
The island was beautiful
The animals were amazing

The trees were so green
The water so blue
The waterfalls created never ending rainbows

I never wanted to leave
It seemed too perfect
But I didn't pay any attention to that

My life was finally perfect
I was so happy
Nothing could bring me down

A couple months after arriving I found a piece of paper in my pocket
It was from my parents
If only I had payed attention to their warning

It read
"the two that run away never to be found on the island of lovers will face an unimaginable end"

That night I thought I heard strange noises,
but I thought I was being paranoid

I went through the next day acting like everything was alright
But that night I awoke with a scream
As a knife was cutting open my arm

I bolted upright
And sprang out of bed.
When I looked at the bed
I saw nobody else was there

I ran out of our hut
Searching for him
But the only thing i found was a man
Chasing after me with a knife

I ran into the woods which used to be so beautiful
But were now dead and rotten
I passed the animals which used to be so nice
But were now snarling at me

I ran into a cave which I thought was safe
But it wasn't

The man came in after me and knocked me out
When I finally came to I was tied to a chair

I tried to break the bonds that kept me tied down
But I could not
They were too strong

Suddenly the man burst through a door
He cut through my clothes
Stripping me naked

Doing what he wanted
Brutally raping me
With his penis, then his knife

When he was done he started chopping away at me
Removing my fingers and toes first
Then my hands and feet

Until I finally died

Hi Scorchy - thank you for your submission.  Welcome to DUP - New Member!

Solitude

On  a desert island
Faraway
Where nothing grows
But a single palm tree
Beneath, a single mat
There lays solitude
Bathed golden by the sun
Soaking the rays
Into the sand
And at times
Sucking in coldness
Of the buffeting wind
Yes there stay
Solitude
An invisible sentinel
gazing sightless
towards the horizon

How lonely it must be
To be a sentinel
Of the sea...

Grace - thank you for your submission.

somelikeithot said:Grace - thank you for your submission.
Pleasure is all mine, Kitty.