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Under the water
below the sea
the whales are calling
They're calling to me

Divers discover the waters
bright glee
the fish are swimming for all to see

The sea holds tresures and souls
Secrets are waiting
in the under sea holes

What's waiting for me
in the depths of the sea
Is the answer I'm longing
It's the key to the sea.
Lee May 26
i always feel like
i can't breathe, you're pulling me
underwater, stop.
Kairosclere May 23
We miss out days of our lives
Slipping into oblivion
Of unrequited words
That were better off unsaid,
Screamed our judgement
Every time our eyes met.
Not a word escaped
Through the iron gates.
Our inhibitions,
The castle’s gargoyles.
Holding us back,
Holding us down
Underwater
Till the world turned ugly,
Bleak and stinking
Of death;
The same as how you lay
In my arms
Unmoving and unfeeling
And now, now,
Those sly words break free
What use are those barriers now,
When you don’t exist anymore?


/written at the loss of a love unsaid/
What is your interpretation of my poem?
How does it make you feel?

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What the Poet Sees
by Michael R. Burch

What the poet sees,
he sees as a swimmer
~~~~underwater~~~~
watching the shoreline blur
sees through his breath’s weightless bubbles ...
Both worlds grow obscure.

Published by ByLine, Mandrake Poetry Review, Poetically Speaking, E Mobius Pi, Underground Poets, Little Brown Poetry, Triplopia, Poetic Ponderings, Poem Kingdom, PW Review, Muse Apprentice Guild, Mindful of Poetry, Poetry on Demand, Poet’s Haven, Famous Poets and Poems, Bewildering Stories, Neovictorian/Cochlea

Keywords/Tags: Poet, poetic vision, sight, seeing, swimmer, underwater, breath, bubbles, blur, blurry, blurred, blurring, obscure, obscured, obscuring
else Mar 3
We are slowly sinking into slumber,
Into life's dark depths...
Is this what they fear?

Hush now,
Feel the waves hug us,
Let them
Pull us down, slowly, gently...

Under curtains of lights
Where memories die,
See the sea's corals
Merge into one colour...

So,
Did anyone tell you
How beautiful death looks
From down here?
Short version of the much longer poem.
else Mar 3
Under the calm blue seas,
Untouched by storms,
Where the currents gently flow,
Drowned out by water walls,
Watch as all worries fall
Like stones-

Shhh...

Shut them out as they call
Our names.

We are slowly sinking into slumber,
Into life's dark depths...
Is this what they fear?

Oh, pity them.
Wish they were here.

But hush now,
Feel as the waves hug us,
Let them
Pull us down, slowly, gently...

Under curtains of lights
Where memories die,
As our back touch the seabed,
See the sea's corals
Merge into one colour...

So,
Did anyone tell you
How beautiful death looks
From down here?
Nonononono. This isn't an AD for suicide, okay? Drowning is painful. NEVER try it.
Xoe Feb 23
i'm still here, I think
i hate it, i'm claustrophobic,
but this is too open
too wide, too unknown,
take me back to where I feel safe,
ill try to  open my eyes,
it burns, its too blurry,
its hard to breath but ill try to speak
"I-s t-at y-u?" i don't hear anything
bubbles are spitting out of my mouth
water is spilling down my throat,
my lungs are shrinking into raisins,
where are you, i don't feel you
your not coming to save me
wait, why, why is it turni-
...
...

"Mommy, but I don't want to swim."
This is why I'm terrified of the ocean, it's too open, too unknown, too many creatures lurking on all sides and there is no one to save me
divinity m Feb 9
she is underwater
and to her everything is blue
you thought you reeled her in and caught her
but she escaped from you

you yell but she can’t hear you
above the ocean swell
as her lips are turning blue
you blow a kiss and wish her well

so then you go inside
and you close the door
and cry for your long lost bride
as her body washes to shore
I am Jonah in the belly of Leviathan
living only when the beast surfaces,
exchanging liquid grief, heavy air
for the unwanted gasps of new life.

I pray out of this belly for gills
and only the ocean hears my voice,  
It deepens and encompasses me,
its  waves billowing me in absolution.

The beast vomits me out to her caress,
a body of weeds penetrating to my soul.
I dream of sinking, my thoughts fainting,
lungs releasing their corruption.

I relax and the waters reject me.
It refuses me gills knowing
that land creatures were meant
to see only mountains and sky.
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