Written: January 24, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley
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Refuse, to ignite fuse
Whispers weave, wild bruise
Faintly forced into mouthpiece
Child playing robbers - police
Shooting flute inside nose
The breeze seeking repose
Like egotistic carnival clown
Wander behind his frown
Hopes cowards trusted crime
Burned past reveals slime
Salty bitterness sprayed away
Shipwreck on frozen day
Comfort me into restfulness
Never forget next zestfulness
Climbing trees everyday fun
And laughing has begun
Love
Not felt, nor seen
Lost….
Forgotten, lost to the waves
Waves of hurt, bobbing away
Locked, in prisons of their own making
Cut off from the shore
Shores not seen a while, marooned
Till the rocks of culpability, to break
To open a heart, shipwrecked
Shipwrecked in a sea of delusions
Shipwrecked in a sea of angst
choice of victuals to be stranded with
Beans, macaroons, fudge,
Cinnamon rolls, sugar for coffee
If I get shipwrecked
Lost upon the waves,
Ship splinters 'neath storm's fury,
Sky merges with sea.
Island sands embrace my plight—
Hope blooms in the heart of night.
Crashing waves breaking over me -
surging, tidal tears that capsize.
Drowning love, sinking in black sea,
fragmented heart cuts deepest ties.
Stormy, onyx skies - darken sea
crashing waves breaking over me.
Ship with no captain at the helm,
Alone am I - gone from my realm.
Floundering and lost out to sea,
Oh, Lodestar! Where are you to guide?
Crashing waves breaking over me.
Driftwood - broken dreams at my side.
Shipwrecked, adrift, my heart and I -
Castaway now so shall I be.
Dwell beneath ocean’s torrid sky -
Crashing waves breaking over me.
She looked at me calmly opening her narrow lips
Luis the name brought an ache to my wounded ego
In my pride I had ended up shipwrecked in the rehab
...You can make it even when they all say you cant
I swallow my pride and prod,..
I like you Merc.. Can we be an item
Were the circumstances different yes
It's not a maybe or well see its a Yes
So my Journey is not in vain
You find the charmed ones now so often
With humans ever so accommodating
No unlike Peter Petreli I wont try flying
Unless am a hundred percent assured
I will land on safe shore where the waves
Beat ever so slowly and names like pirates
Voyager and black pearl are uttered
I have the soul; of a Sojourner
#Jewels of Time
Starry midnight blue handwritten love notes
white caps a message for a metaphor;
Every ounce of my self control just quits,
waning with sweet nothings and gentle quotes;
Oh my siren, you I cannot ignore
awakening my soul with a french kiss;
Shipwrecked now by your heady aroma
all I really want is you nothing more;
Your eyes electrifying my abyss
a sweet message for a moment by the
seashore.
Sometimes life can be like the sea when winds are calm, and the tide is right
we sail across the water of life.
But when the winds increase our sails become torn and tattered.
The problems and worries of life threaten to run us aground to become
shipwrecked.
As each Captain is the master of his own vessel.
Following the charts to avoid reefs and sandbars.
We too must follow our hearts and minds.
Reaching out to family and friends.
They are our charts in the sea of life.
Let them guide you like the North Star to open water.
Until the storm is past, and the winds of life are clam once more.
J. Sergi
Sea, my sea,
I realize when
you made yourself
cold ocean,
my love that was
Titanic passenger,
it was strong, but
was shipwrecked,
it was on board
in this agony...!
Deep breaths of salt air
oars deep into raging sea
Neptune awaits us
That shipwreck will provoke
consequently the breaking of the old vessels.
Those vessels alike those of the old galleons
would contain coins that we use daily
but that are already moldy, worn
and therefore no longer valid.
The vessels that contain
rotten coins in the form of:
debates, tangent stories,
contradictions, and unresolved disputes
should be broken.
And from the remains of the old vessels
from the depths of your self,
the quietness,
the abandonment.
the stillness,
and a new inner peace
will emerge to the surface
in the form of sparkling bubbles.
Shipwreck, the praise of the day's last drink... or both?
ocean waves capsize
a message in a bottle
drifts upon the tide
1 / 27 / 2019.
Shipwrecked
A great poet
I'm probably not
A brilliant writer
The same response
My own best Critic
the job I've got
Yet the words float
to the surface
In my mind's cesspool
Of self doubt
My fingers swim
Tapping buoyant words
Flotsam and jetsam
That survived
my shipwrecked thoughts.
I am a shipwrecked fool don't you know
battered by the ocean of you
how could I let myself sink so deep
where the depth of you will forever be my keep
later down the road, they'll find my bones
next to the chest of Davey Jones
hand in grip, heart adrift
a shipwrecked fool with nothing left
such painful ecstasy
such troublesome want
to care so much
to want to be with so much
some wonderful creature
who feels no love for you
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