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JAC Jul 2017
The boy who waves the boats from shore
But never dares set sail
Doesn't get lonely.
There are always boats leaving,
Always boats coming back.
He'll help load the ships
With all they need and more
Then step off as they go
And stay just on the shore.
Every passenger knows the boy
And no one knows why he's there.
There's a dock he'll walk
That extends a little into the sea
Where he sits and speaks
To fishing boats that come to visit
But only for a short time,
His toes in the water.
He can swim, and sometimes
Someone will fall from a boat
He'll jump in and swim to them,
Pull them up, be sure they're okay
Only to swim back to the dock.
The boy who waves the boats from shore
But never dares set sail
Gets lonely sometimes.
Introducing a character you already know.
Zero Nine Jul 2017
I heard
the first sound of silence
since I fed their secret string
in secret to the old maw
calmly promising
deliverance
in exchange for
cohesion
by way of
senseless adherence.

While I was calm --
While I was calm
Silence saliently sailed
from me

They set their course to the distant edge,
so far, the flat Earth
anxiously appeared
very real, certainly sang
and said

"Should you continue raising white flags
I shall continue blending until you lose
the volume and you never hear me."

For the first time since the last time,
I rode the shallows
through the violet night
on trembling shadows
in low light,
in low light
in silence

I shot a signal flare from my breast,
wide to receive the worst
solitary reflection

Ready to be quiet, invite
my vibes to drive in
disparate directions
Inspired by Ashlee Hoffman's "Note to Self"
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2033003/note-to-self/
https://hellopoetry.com/ashleelayne/

Written in complete silence.

Crushing silence.
Once you lose it, you may think it will never again invite you to its stage.
Once you're back against the gate with the world's weight bearing,
Once it's yours again, oh, the excitement, oh,
the unbearable pain.
Poetic T Jun 2017
Origami sails migrate on the
                        waves of breath,  
motions sway its heading.

a voyage of whispers not
                    collected upon,
Motions are collectively wavering

Shores are never attained for
                              flurries fail,
and it sinks crumpled below.
Pyung May 2017
I'm in a doldrum of love
where no wind distrupts the silence
in the middle of the sea without waves
where my passion outweighs my patience
in the place without life nor death
where the fruit and the seed shares no deed
in a doldrum of love
where the departure is further than the arrival

Oh the doldrum of love
where the wind has died to be born
in the maddening calm before the calm
where my end isn't that of a journeyman
in the ocean where the time has sealed its heart
where I wait for the end
holding the breathless body of my hope
i'm in a doldrum of love
where i cannot find my way out.
*Doldrum in the old days were the zones where the ships were becalmed due to minimal prevailing wind. Although the word connotes calm/mild/inactivity due to lack of climatic turbulence, doldrums were deadly when the ship was running low with water/food. The diction is intended to convey the claustrophobic sensation of being becalmed in a silent, static, and beautiful sea.
Catarina Pech May 2017
An enchanted caravel beside the quay,
sailing away from its intimate port
The ocean breeze will decide the way,
seeking adventure of any sort
A siren enchantress, a beautiful sound,
as the ship is precariously careening
A beastly Kraken has been found;
The enchanted crew beseeching,
“Let us please continue our Journey, beast”
The Siren and Kraken seem charmed
The mystical creatures could care in the least,
if the magical crew was harmed
And so the caravel took up its sail,
and turned it on its side
Taking to the skies it would not fail,
among the stars it will hide.
iamtheavatar Mar 2017
Insurmountable.
Like ocean, where ships set sail.
Prodigal and free.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
Ben At93 Feb 2017
Help me scrub the deck,
Tighten the halyard,
Bind the stays,
Let's conquer the oceans,
Don't count on days,

Say good morning,
To the water and winds,
Pull the sheets and start sailing,
And feel the ocean breeze,
Gabriel burnS Dec 2016
We brave uncharted waters
on boat with crumpled sails
We float where it is hotter
but that's another tale

We lose ourselves on purpose
in storms and surging waves
We dwell upon the surface
but it's the depths we crave
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