Poems About the Sea Seeking Honest Critique
#sea
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2023 6:42pm
3rd Oct 2023 6:42pm
Syl (with original Patois quotations)
Chapter 1
Family and Friends
A short slim man built a shanty in a squatter settlement near the fishing village in Greenwich Farm. He lived there with his girlfriend and his two little daughters. His name was Sylvester and everybody called him Syl for short. He also had an illegitimate son who lived with his mother in the country. Syl was a street vender. He had an old wooden stall on a sidewalk downtown and he sold a variety of items.
Fishing was Syl’s main hobby. He had two close friend Ronny and Arnold who used to go fishing with him....
Family and Friends
A short slim man built a shanty in a squatter settlement near the fishing village in Greenwich Farm. He lived there with his girlfriend and his two little daughters. His name was Sylvester and everybody called him Syl for short. He also had an illegitimate son who lived with his mother in the country. Syl was a street vender. He had an old wooden stall on a sidewalk downtown and he sold a variety of items.
Fishing was Syl’s main hobby. He had two close friend Ronny and Arnold who used to go fishing with him....
#women
#conflict
#sea
#fish
#curse
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2023 00:30am
3rd Oct 2023 00:30am
Syl
Chapter 1
Family and Friends
A short slim man built a shanty in a squatter settlement near the fishing village in Greenwich Farm. He lived there with his girlfriend and his two little daughters. His name was Sylvester and everybody called him Syl for short. He also had an illegitimate son who lived with his mother in the country. Syl was a street vender. He had an old wooden stall on a sidewalk downtown and he sold a variety of items.
Fishing was Syl’s main hobby. He had two close friend Ronny and Arnold who used to go fishing with him. Ronny and...
Family and Friends
A short slim man built a shanty in a squatter settlement near the fishing village in Greenwich Farm. He lived there with his girlfriend and his two little daughters. His name was Sylvester and everybody called him Syl for short. He also had an illegitimate son who lived with his mother in the country. Syl was a street vender. He had an old wooden stall on a sidewalk downtown and he sold a variety of items.
Fishing was Syl’s main hobby. He had two close friend Ronny and Arnold who used to go fishing with him. Ronny and...
#sea
#women
#friendship
#fish
#job
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
16th Sep 2023 4:04am
16th Sep 2023 4:04am
TO BE ABLE TO ESCAPE
What would you give of thyself if it was possible not impossible, to just escape to somewhere that time passes, so silently as it has become, non-existent to the naked eyes. What would you give of thyself if you could imagine how very much, would you appreciate the peacefulness with it's serenity with a calmness, and a majestic vibe that connects you to your inner voice. Reaching beneath the deepness of your mind and touching the walls of your own chain of thoughts. Now let's just pretend that what you see through your own eyes, is not an mirage but just a wonderful painting. That you have...
#sea
#beach
#mountains
#fate
#StreamOfConsciousness
118 reads
4 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
14th Sep 2023 10:44pm
14th Sep 2023 10:44pm
Filling The Cup
I allowed the beaches to cup bare feet,
embedded, soaked, rested into it--
explored tunnels and deep ocean pathways,
swam through the belly,
crags of grey rock.
I ensured they became visual reminders
of that place, saying yes, years on.
There was a bruise of Marian blue
splattered upon the sky -
as if a sky painter had added
too much Prussian, failed to blend
tonal highs in an understated glory,
or simply chose not to mix the hue of ovarian white.
It was beautiful regardless.
The sea...
embedded, soaked, rested into it--
explored tunnels and deep ocean pathways,
swam through the belly,
crags of grey rock.
I ensured they became visual reminders
of that place, saying yes, years on.
There was a bruise of Marian blue
splattered upon the sky -
as if a sky painter had added
too much Prussian, failed to blend
tonal highs in an understated glory,
or simply chose not to mix the hue of ovarian white.
It was beautiful regardless.
The sea...
#sea
#beach
#nature
112 reads
1 Comment
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
5th Sep 2023 2:05am
5th Sep 2023 2:05am
Deep Under Fantaseas
Often
my fantaseas are storm tossed
followed by a languid, turquoise calm
My fantaseas
have untold depths
where undiscovered victors swim
where no light penetrates
yet radiant sensual warmth surrounds
With ever-newfound clarity
visions crystallize
and sparkle
like fierce August sunshine
striking breakers
straining for the shore
If the fantaseas
in which I effortlessly glide
in which
underwater
I breathe most calmly
should ever evaporate
and dry up ...
my fantaseas are storm tossed
followed by a languid, turquoise calm
My fantaseas
have untold depths
where undiscovered victors swim
where no light penetrates
yet radiant sensual warmth surrounds
With ever-newfound clarity
visions crystallize
and sparkle
like fierce August sunshine
striking breakers
straining for the shore
If the fantaseas
in which I effortlessly glide
in which
underwater
I breathe most calmly
should ever evaporate
and dry up ...
#happiness
#dreams
#sea
197 reads
10 Comments
Ald
Poem Published
26th Aug 2023 4:11pm
26th Aug 2023 4:11pm
The lilac
licoric in Luke.
#sea
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James_A_Knight
Poem Published
24th Aug 2023 9:54pm
24th Aug 2023 9:54pm
A Seam of Sapphire
Blue sapphire seam
Between shore and sky
Winter is far away
No sirens no trouble
The loud ones sleep off their hangovers
The red sky
The pink sky
The blue sky
Belongs to those who gaze
Up from the small world
A seam of sapphire
Between shore and sky
Glimmers under the sun
Winter is far away
The water is warm
No sirens no anger
No police
Quiet like a Victorian Sunday
Men walk about bare chested
If only the women could to
Every tree sings its own...
Between shore and sky
Winter is far away
No sirens no trouble
The loud ones sleep off their hangovers
The red sky
The pink sky
The blue sky
Belongs to those who gaze
Up from the small world
A seam of sapphire
Between shore and sky
Glimmers under the sun
Winter is far away
The water is warm
No sirens no anger
No police
Quiet like a Victorian Sunday
Men walk about bare chested
If only the women could to
Every tree sings its own...
#sea
#sun
148 reads
4 Comments
rainwriter
Poem Published
16th Aug 2023 8:32am
16th Aug 2023 8:32am
The Sea
Next to the sea means under the water
Drowning in tears of screaming and hate
Feeling the breeze of cold pushing harder
We came here united, will we leave changed?
Higher walls of waves paving the way
Seagulls are lurking to eat what we can’t
The stars are cloudy, the nights are strange
If I would leave now, tell me would you stay?
Drowning in tears of screaming and hate
Feeling the breeze of cold pushing harder
We came here united, will we leave changed?
Higher walls of waves paving the way
Seagulls are lurking to eat what we can’t
The stars are cloudy, the nights are strange
If I would leave now, tell me would you stay?
#friendship
#sea
#beach
#holiday
#fear
108 reads
1 Comment
cabcool
Poem Published
11th Aug 2023 7:30am
11th Aug 2023 7:30am
liberty in the storm
The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible,
but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason
for remaining ashore.”—Vincent Van Gogh
my tiny boat,
wind-tossed about
by salt-edged waves at night,
sounded a note—
a withered shout—
for rescue from her plight.
she was a kite
without a tail,
the spray her predator;
with every bite,
the chilling hail,
a stingy...
but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason
for remaining ashore.”—Vincent Van Gogh
my tiny boat,
wind-tossed about
by salt-edged waves at night,
sounded a note—
a withered shout—
for rescue from her plight.
she was a kite
without a tail,
the spray her predator;
with every bite,
the chilling hail,
a stingy...
#sea
#storm
#night
#wind
#freedom
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cabcool
Poem Published
26th Jun 2023 6:57pm
26th Jun 2023 6:57pm
unsinkable
a lyric mirror 48©
unthinkable titan:
into the depths she sinks,
to drink titanic fame,
whose error teaches naught.
where glory men have sought,
blind pregnancy breeds shame;
debris the sea floor stinks—
unsinkable icon!
© Copyright 2023 June 26
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
unthinkable titan:
into the depths she sinks,
to drink titanic fame,
whose error teaches naught.
where glory men have sought,
blind pregnancy breeds shame;
debris the sea floor stinks—
unsinkable icon!
© Copyright 2023 June 26
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#death
#sea
#memorial
#travel
#tragedy
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cabcool
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2023 6:57pm
23rd Jun 2023 6:57pm
rain
World Haiku Day: 2023 April 17
Haiku No.11
cloud tears cleanse the earth
oceans drink and never brim
all my eyes are red
© Copyright 2023 April 17
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Haiku No.11
cloud tears cleanse the earth
oceans drink and never brim
all my eyes are red
© Copyright 2023 April 17
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#sea
#clouds
#rain #haiku
#rain #haiku
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Abracadabra
Poem Published
9th Jun 2023 1:14pm
9th Jun 2023 1:14pm
Captain Cheap is Best
The boatyard guys all shook their heads but the American who'd bought the wreck was cocksure of his dream and pretty little dark haired Lizzie always smiling by his side had bought into him, even though his motto was 'cheap is best'.
All summer the two of them worked, sawing, planing, scavenging dumpster wood, fixing up the wreck, scrounging discarded equipment, old rope from the beach and the treasure of a worn out sail, grayer than a gravestone and ragged as a toilet rag in tears.
Cheap was always best but free seemed so much better.
Lizzie patched and sewed, made curtains...
All summer the two of them worked, sawing, planing, scavenging dumpster wood, fixing up the wreck, scrounging discarded equipment, old rope from the beach and the treasure of a worn out sail, grayer than a gravestone and ragged as a toilet rag in tears.
Cheap was always best but free seemed so much better.
Lizzie patched and sewed, made curtains...
#dreams
#sea
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