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I was sailing in

my own storm

but now, I am

at ease.

Sailing in

my lake of

tranquility;

for You have given

me, peace.
Julian Delia Jan 21
Stricken-down, struggling and stranded,
Dealt a hand that was quite underhanded.
I am done with never settling down,
Always having to run –
I am standing my ground stubbornly,
I am a storm of sounds,
Discourteously curmudgeonly.

I will not accept defeat -
I feel naught except the beat,
The rhythm, the flow, the show –
The hurt dissipates as I let go.
On these two feet,
I fight the finite, finicky, fraudulent conmen of deceit.
It’ll serve you right when you get roasted by the roaring heat,
When mother death cometh with hungry babes at her ****.

Stranded or at ease, it doesn’t matter,
Landed like a breeze, serving poetry on a platter.
I’ve been feeling like my time is really up,
Like there’s the ceiling and all I can do is get numb.
That, or just ******* wander off and die;
Just like that, with no explanation as to how or why.

I can’t go on like this, I can’t blow off life’s bliss.
Thing is, if I knew I was going to die and live on somewhere else,
I can’t even think of what I’d actually miss.
I don't know what to do with my poetry to be honest...doesn't really seem like anyone wants to read it, anymore. Maybe it's time to let go.
Hannah Wallace Dec 2018
(noun)
--A dock in the sea at which boats may anchor

That's the definition Google gave
But if you ask me,
Google doesn't know ****

Because no matter how many pages
I've searched
Or links that I've clicked
Google can never tell me how many times
you've made me laugh
more genuinely
than I thought myself capable

No algorithm can pinpoint
how many hours we spent on that
front porch swing
covered by empty Barefoot bottles
letting our heels sink in awe
of the world we had in front of us

Trust me that no "I'm Feeling Lucky" button
could ever lead me up the steps of
that little apartment
where i learned that your
dollar store pasta,
simple as it may,
will always be my favorite

And may it
not by God or some invisible hand
be the reason i believe in fate

You.

Always my North Star,
together you and I make
a really ****** compass.
But then again we've never held
trust to anything but our guts
to tell us we are
heading in the right directions.

And so many directions we have taken,
to think all the conversations
we've held about
the places we'd end up
were just the billboards
we didn't know we were passing

Okay--maybe Google's definition wasn't so far off then.
You my friend are more than just a season
You are the life, and the warmth, and the beauty
of our favorite June night
even in the dead of winter
The fog on the windows of your house
are reminders of every breath that has escaped you, every
breath you'll never be able to catch
every breath you have stolen

Enough to heat a home.

So i know that no matter how rough the waters
or smooth my ocean's floor,
I, my lonely ship,
know I can always have a place to anchor

Marina.
Talis Ren Dec 2018
so laid two potions
side by side
blue and blue
to fall or fly

and with the snakes
around my wrists
I could not choose
to drown or swim
Crystal Freda Nov 2018
her vanilla dress
lay against the grains
of the tannish sand.

her eyes match the sea,
the whites of her eyes
watch the pebbles in her hand.

the waves brush against her feet
as she runs away laughing
her smile shines so bright.

not a gray cloud in the sky
on this lovely sunny day
where the clouds are pearly white.
JJ Inda Nov 2018
These waves hold a truth.
Short lived
bouts of beauty,
strenght and force.
Crushing stones
and displacing sands,
and a man dumbfounded stares;
unable to understand what he sees.

Blue royal waters
surround my soul,
calm winds
steer my sails,
bobbying along the coast
slowly drifting,
away from the ever-constant
noise.

Night rises on the high seas,
darkness slowly overtakes light.
Stars shine brightly-as they should.
Longings of the flesh
are out of place here.
Moonlight lays upon the water like a cloak.
The heart is at a loss,
yet the ink flows.
cursedreveries Oct 2018
for i long to see the
grand golden hues
of fresh daylight
and soft rosy blush
of early twilight—
the sunlit seas
and moonlit wilderness—
deathless bliss in a pair of
serene ebony irises—
i stay put on the ground
with my scarred feet—
battling the thunder,
the gale, the avalanche—

for you—for me.
i'd go through thunderstorms just to be able to see rainbows in your irises, for that would make me happy too. in this, i say that i also want to be happy, for i deserve it. mainly written for a crush, yet i also intend to dedicate this to my family and friends, for i'd die for their happiness.
aquis Sep 2018
blue is the colour of

skies
never seen

seas
never sailed

goodbyes
never said
“Blue is the color of longing for the distances you never arrive in, for the blue world.” Rebecca Solnit
Sage Sep 2018
An ocean couldn't separate us
That's what I say
Well an ocean came
From our eyes
As we said
Final goodbyes
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