#anchor poems on Hello Poetry

Meg Aug 2016

forget

If I sit on my roof
and block out the light from my house,
I can forget that I exist.
I can swim among the constellations
and lose myself in the bittersweet triviality
of our existence.
I can break free from the intoxication
of my life wasted on autopilot.
I can pretend that I am merely thoughts,
free of the weight of a life
and of society
and of reality.
I can question things
and depersonalize
and forget this anchor of a body
and all its bitter consequences.
But,
for now,
all I can do
is lay beneath the stars
and forget.

#life #society #stars #forget #body #anchor

oui Aug 2016

throwing up battle ships

toss turn toss turn toss turn
weight wait weight wait weight
push pull push pull push pull
go stay go stay go stay go stay
fingers throat fingers throat
oh please stay five more minutes
turn the sun switch off and throw
your blue blanket over my eyes
i am drowning in a sea of sheets
and thirty eight daily battles but
you took away my anchor so i've
drifted off the grid with no boat
water lungs water lungs water
water lungs water lungs breathe in
sink sink sink sink sink sink sink

#please #breathe #sink #weight #anchor #turn #minutes #lungs #redhead #toss

Tony Luna Jul 2016

Anchor

I feel like an anchor sinking down to the bottom of the sea.
A strong hold that's taken grasp upon me.
I know I can fight my way above the water.
But somehow I keep sinking down further and farther.

At that moment I realized it might be the end.
And every time I feel my body let go, I'm back above the surface once again.
I don't know what my purpose in life is.
So I stare at myself in the mirror just looking into my iris.

Nothing but pitch black, a sky without stars.
A boy covered in scars,
Someone with heart;
Who's been torn apart.

"Lassen Sie den Ozean zu nechmen Sie mich" - Joel Birch

#rhyme #scars #anchor #sinking

Scott F Hemingway Jun 2016

August

A season
revise her
that ponders
welcome with
a winning
salute to
vamp her
dress then
tell monologues
that absorb
deeply in
themselves to
what it
will take
to be
a better
anchor woman

A season ending flip the switch

#summer #woman #season #anchor #tv

Spenser Bennett Jun 2016

To be the Anchor

I have expanded through one million dimensions and still I remain flat.
Paper walls surrender my paper heart to the words that erase themselves with age.

If there is meaning I find it meaningless unless you got it right in one guess.
Can you feel blood in my lost chest as it circulates? Maybe that's a mistake.

Do dead men tell no tales or maybe they spin them lacking air to rattle through ragged dead lungs still pink yet misunderstood? Dust that settles behind twinkling stars lets me down above this silent neighborhood.

I think we all grow up to be pirates, Y'know the kind that the Pan hates?
Betraying our childhood dreams and aspirations for backgreens and exasperations.

If this ship is sinking I want to be the anchor, watch it all crash down in slow motion, while it buries me at the bottom of your endless ocean.
Tick, tick, tick. The clock have ceased their tocks.

Cover to cover I think I have found another darling. Can this tale continue to spin while the world above changes page by page?

Exploring stories that stand up to the test of time. Peter Pan has always been a fascinating idea to me. Thank you for reading!

#be #the #to #anchor #peter #pan

Louise Ruen Jun 2016

Search of Freedom

In search of freedom.
I jumped
Only to become an anchor,
Opening my mouth only leads to drowning

#freedom #drowning #anchor

Siddhartha Shankar Bose May 2016

That drowning feeling

Every time your eyes
shore up on my face,
looking to anchor
or maybe just steer away,
I choke on
Flooding emotions
And drown
in a wretched hope.

#ShortStory

#eyes #hope #anchor #drown

md-writer Apr 2016

Anchor

Fire and fear and falling shadows,
a promise broken and shattered dreams -
the tides break in with rolling billows
and my heart of sand is tossed ashore...

But I will stand once more,
For she is my anchor in the storm.

Kiss my brow and soothe my worries,
take my hand and cast your spell.
Let the demons you have driven from me
cast themselves back into hell;

for you are my anchor in the storm.

When the darkness grows within
you shine your light into my soul:
where the laughing failure whispers
and the future looks so dull.
When I cannot see the morning
and it seems I've lost the fight,
your hand is on my shoulder,
speaking wisdom in the night.

No words can sketch the likeness
and no picture show the form,
but if there's one thing I can say,
it's
You're the anchor in my storm.

To my love. You know who you are.

#love #storm #anchor #holdmetight

The Emerald Outcast Feb 2016

The Approaching Wave

"It's time to let go!"*
But I don't want to leave
The comfort of three years of familiarity
Or the chance that, maybe,
Things will go perfectly right

If I lose anchor
I may never find another land
To keep me grounded the way this one did
Yes, even as a sailor
I am terrified of isolation
And the certainty that no one will come out
To save me in the middle of the sea

There's a spoken song called "The Approaching Curve" by Rise Against (a special girl introduced this to me), and I think this site would appreciate it because it's poetic...

#love #fear #sea #anchor

AndSoOn Nov 2015

Feeble Anchor

In hard times, I used to forget myself ;
Caring became my escape from reality.
They weren't here for me, so I became their remedy,
The anchor, the one thing I wanted for oneself.

Now that hard times are finally behind me,
They don't need the anchor anymore.
Too content, I'm not what they look for
Maybe because I'm not available like I used to be...

And I still wet my eyes for manipulative people
Because I grieve my so-called friends and the old me.
I accept, again, that I've been used by somebody.
My heart aches, again, ashamed of having been feeble.

#friends #sad #lonely #weak #me #grief #anchor #grieving