Long Poems About the Sea
#sea
goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Jun 2024 2:10am
28th Jun 2024 2:10am
Rosario Island Priestess
Rosario Island Priestess
Cape Jasmine fragrance
Following a rosary of her island magic
Led by coffee complexion bride
Of the Rosario necklace of light
Upon South American surf
She tells the history of paradise
With her Latina brogue
Sunk deep in Spanish legend
A song from the heart of Cartagena
Where she haunted the twilight balcony
A silhouette in the dying sun
Serenaded by her Latino Romeo
On her maiden voyage into love
As she tied ribbons of moonlight
In her raven tresses
When Pisces...
Cape Jasmine fragrance
Following a rosary of her island magic
Led by coffee complexion bride
Of the Rosario necklace of light
Upon South American surf
She tells the history of paradise
With her Latina brogue
Sunk deep in Spanish legend
A song from the heart of Cartagena
Where she haunted the twilight balcony
A silhouette in the dying sun
Serenaded by her Latino Romeo
On her maiden voyage into love
As she tied ribbons of moonlight
In her raven tresses
When Pisces...
#beach
#nature
#sea
#spiritual
#women
188 reads
2 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
9th Jun 2024 5:31am
9th Jun 2024 5:31am
Dots and Lines
Above the high-rise buildings
with their rectangles
and squares of light
Above the Circle K sign
in the distance
Above the restaurant across the street's
clusters of patio lights,
in the murky gray night sky
with its blinking dots of helicopters and planes
the ISS enters from the Northwest,
just like the app said it would.
It's a bright silver dot
on the horizon
but small
a modest engagement ring's diamond
From the astronauts' perspective
250 miles above
North America is a...
with their rectangles
and squares of light
Above the Circle K sign
in the distance
Above the restaurant across the street's
clusters of patio lights,
in the murky gray night sky
with its blinking dots of helicopters and planes
the ISS enters from the Northwest,
just like the app said it would.
It's a bright silver dot
on the horizon
but small
a modest engagement ring's diamond
From the astronauts' perspective
250 miles above
North America is a...
#dreams
#sea
#separation #sky
#separation #sky
213 reads
10 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
6th Jun 2024 8:04pm
6th Jun 2024 8:04pm
Pirate Religion
Captain Halliday strode across the chamber to where his dogsbody, Perkins, was crouched over a desk with an eyeglass screwed in and his raggedy tonsure framing a bent head so that he looked like a miserly London clerk. ‘Well, what do we have thus far?’ said Halliday. Perkins read him the letter. It detailed the journey at that point in time, how well the Captain thought that the leaving ceremonies had gone (not well; he was a man of intense and stringent habits, almost religiously ascetic, and disliked any bent towards emotion, scolding the cabin boys for their womanly tears and trepidations)...
#historical
#horror
#sea #travel
#sea #travel
197 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
4th Jun 2024 7:09am
4th Jun 2024 7:09am
Moonlight Rose On A Steamer To Old New York
Moonlight Rose On A Steamer To Old New York
Me and my Moonlight Rose were on a steamer to Old New York. We were reliving an era of rose-scented boudoir steam. We were circling back to the gilded rose of our once upon a time romance in haute couture. And her perfume made me truly believe that everything that glitters is the gold standard of love both new and old.
She was my born again gilded rose in haute couture. And I knew this time we would find that rose we lost somewhere back in the den of Gatsby’s again. Art Deco couldn’t roar like my eternal rose. Our old...
Me and my Moonlight Rose were on a steamer to Old New York. We were reliving an era of rose-scented boudoir steam. We were circling back to the gilded rose of our once upon a time romance in haute couture. And her perfume made me truly believe that everything that glitters is the gold standard of love both new and old.
She was my born again gilded rose in haute couture. And I knew this time we would find that rose we lost somewhere back in the den of Gatsby’s again. Art Deco couldn’t roar like my eternal rose. Our old...
#marriage
#NewYear
#romantic
#sea
#war
193 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
27th May 2024 6:14pm
27th May 2024 6:14pm
Sea Of Love
Close your eyes and listen to the calling of my heart, no longer echoing from the depth
Within my powers, in my dreams, you still do keep them all wet
Inch your cosmic energy a little closer, unleash your eighth dimensional insight
What's done in the dark to thrive will need the light
Kings of honor, are erected grand, and remain rooted tall
His mission, intermingled with Earth, is prosperity for all
In the benediction of his incantations, you have given the star dust of our evolving beings, love to stir ...
Within my powers, in my dreams, you still do keep them all wet
Inch your cosmic energy a little closer, unleash your eighth dimensional insight
What's done in the dark to thrive will need the light
Kings of honor, are erected grand, and remain rooted tall
His mission, intermingled with Earth, is prosperity for all
In the benediction of his incantations, you have given the star dust of our evolving beings, love to stir ...
#sea
445 reads
11 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
16th Apr 2024 7:04pm
16th Apr 2024 7:04pm
The Tale of Kareem al-Malak, Friend of Sinbad: Part Two
#sea
#mythology
#travel
#historical
#wisdom
141 reads
0 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
16th Apr 2024 6:59pm
16th Apr 2024 6:59pm
The Tale of Kareem al-Malak, Friend of Sinbad: Part One
#sea
#rebirth
#mythology
#travel
#historical
131 reads
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NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 1:18am
22nd Feb 2024 1:18am
OUT IN THE SEA
The storms are rising
Skies and clouds are compromising
So many plants will be dying
Everyone's running, everyone is hiding
The birds in bundles start flying ...
Could this be like Noah's days of surviving?
But You hear mermaid sirens
They sound beautiful on the evening horizon
There's no doubt the oceans shining
So I take out my diary and start writing
Out in the sea
Where it's just you and me
It's so dark not much you can see
Out in the sea
Where...
Skies and clouds are compromising
So many plants will be dying
Everyone's running, everyone is hiding
The birds in bundles start flying ...
Could this be like Noah's days of surviving?
But You hear mermaid sirens
They sound beautiful on the evening horizon
There's no doubt the oceans shining
So I take out my diary and start writing
Out in the sea
Where it's just you and me
It's so dark not much you can see
Out in the sea
Where...
#sea
#rain
#storm
#wind
#God
285 reads
6 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2023 6:47pm
22nd Dec 2023 6:47pm
Allow Mother Earth To Softly Reign
The trilogy of sound, body, and mind, the current of the waves softly calls out to comfort me
A baritone voice whispers his midnight lullabies to place me in a deep sleep
Closing my eyes to the calming alluring sound
Images of a sovereign that once held the holiness of a crown
No soil to greet the soles of my feet
No clouds, stars, upon Heaven did I greet as I sunk into the depth of the deep
A forgotten interval when water cleansed my intellect from the chaos found upon the wickedness of God’s earthly land
One...
A baritone voice whispers his midnight lullabies to place me in a deep sleep
Closing my eyes to the calming alluring sound
Images of a sovereign that once held the holiness of a crown
No soil to greet the soles of my feet
No clouds, stars, upon Heaven did I greet as I sunk into the depth of the deep
A forgotten interval when water cleansed my intellect from the chaos found upon the wickedness of God’s earthly land
One...
#sea
#sun
#water
#spiritual
#humankind
394 reads
8 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
31st Oct 2023 2:41am
31st Oct 2023 2:41am
drinking
I beg your pardon; I am drunk without a drink. English wine &
words are vulnerable to every man.”―Santosh Kalwar
sunshine drinks the morning dew,
as rivers drink fresh waters from the spring;
oceans drink hill-quickening brew
and thirst for more of what spate-rivers bring.
bleary men sip alcohol
on bar stools, floating on their...
words are vulnerable to every man.”―Santosh Kalwar
sunshine drinks the morning dew,
as rivers drink fresh waters from the spring;
oceans drink hill-quickening brew
and thirst for more of what spate-rivers bring.
bleary men sip alcohol
on bar stools, floating on their...
#romantic
#river
#sea
#alcohol
#FallingInLove
274 reads
2 Comments
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 vendor. 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 vendor. 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...
#women
#conflict
#sea
#fish
#curse
195 reads
0 Comments
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 Arnold were...
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 Arnold were...
#sea
#women
#friendship
#fish
#job
179 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About the Sea
