Ashore Poems - Poems about Ashore

I die over and over— between pages—a ghost in a world more real than my own—drowning in ink— willingly washed ashore— swelling, bloating breath. Against my nature of concealment, I cough out the ink—everywhere— chaos, carnality, collapse! onto a canvas I cannot cower from. Who else perceives meaning there? Who else feels the frenzy like fire? ...

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The sailor goes ashore. the night in the hallway paled into a yellowish screen showing a black movie, 1963 A time machine of memories sent him back to the years to meet people long since gone. A family at the dinner table of people he knew too well the shadow of his 125 years old father was not there nectar drinking Colibri...

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Ashore at last The night in the hallway paled into a yellowish screen showing a black movie, ca 1963 A time machine of memories sent him back to the years  to meet people long since gone. A family at the dinner table of people he knew too well  the shadow of his 125-year-old father was not there nectar drinking Colibri exotic as...

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Come… Like the ray of hope An oasis amid the mirage Bring back your rivulets Inside my desert! Spoonful of water Caring tears! Come… Like the rainbow In to the thickening twilight. Let the smiling moon Dance on the lips. Where two eyes- Singing in joy, Dazzling vibes With passionate dreams Come… Like the sea waves Crushing ashore Roaring midnights into the veins Like the woman in love ©SriSuvro ...

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I'll Always Remember You From Ashore I'll forever look out at the sea And see you waving And though I like what I see I could never ride your waves Like a seal I could never undress my feelings for you Because you had ... so many other seals The ebb and flows The low tides It caught me just in time More than you'll ever...

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The Mariner ashore the night in the hallway paled into a yellowish screen showing a black&white movie ca 1963 A time machine of memories sent him back to the years to meet people long since gone. A family at the dinner table of people he knew too well the shadow of his 125 years old father, was not there nectar...

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A boy and shore leave The 15 years old boy was standing on the poop deck of an old tank ship late at night looking up to the millions of stars over The Red Sea. His job was to clean pots and pans in the galley ruled over by a cook who hated the world and everybody in it. The...

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Dawn arrives in a dark widow’s shawl. A hard sea rubs raw the knuckled bones of the shore. The first thing a sailor sees as he dreams of arrival are the white hands. Sometimes the hands are land marooned seagulls, sometimes the hands are the open fists of the sea. When in a stony village by the waves he disembarks from the tossing...

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I can close my eyes, It's weird how still you are the last thought on mind. I say, 'you and me' I say, ' still with you' It's weird how I carry your name forward each and every passing day Despite all conflicts Most precious I was an emotional high; 'Emotional high,' I said My words not yours Something you couldn't get off without experiencing Whatever...

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I sail ashore a silent war Shattered regret all the more Angst sinks deep down ashore Isolated like remnants of hatred to the core Lonesome as a lazy lion in the streets of nothingness And suddenly… Sadness sweeps over me solemnly Hushed sounds of revenge and envy sends vibes of virtuous vanity inside us all Oceans between us and mountains among us Rage rips...

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Washed ashore, fond memories of old; ours, as I stand, looking out to sea. Recollections worth their weight in gold. Abound, images my mind's eye can see. Entranced; playfully carefree were we! ...

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We go to one place via another To do an activity and then leave If we are allowed to do so If we are not dead or burnt alive Or heart stolen by a local gal We go to this place from afar Not expecting to be here Or to do what we must This is the way it is For when you're...

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The waters purl like a soft parade, caressing the crudest of grains ashore, with no straws nor barricades... cascades a tribute to the bygone lore who's song once sung but now no more. Therein I lie where the wind is low, and tranquility in all its keep i hold, bequeath me slow... as it does into me so it seeps, words and whispers, forecasting...

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She is the heartbeat of her ancient mothers. Fathoms slide from her shell as she shrugs out of her oceanic space-suit. She strokes laboriously through sand and a murderous gravity, head exploring ways. Beyond the next dune she will excavate a womb alien to her own. A dug-out oven for the suns steady eye. Already gulls cry and swoop. Eyes closed she...

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margins stimulate and juxtapose edges greet with troubled, disturbing friction faraway forces exert influence and combine relentlessly how the Sun and Moon dance together about the planet Earth their grasping hands pull the tidal movement around the ocean caressing the shore beside the sea near the coast expectation rises ...

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