"saltiest" poems
You were Blue-eyed,
wild
A fierce and cautious beauty.
gentle spirit
Did you know how I loved you,
And how, while the rest of the world mourned for Paris,
I cried the saltiest tears
For you
that rainy fall night
when I heard you
Didn't come home,
One of your pups at your side.
You were not mine
But you haunt me
The same
Were you protecting your pup from
The cougar's watchful prey?
Was it your fate to be struck twice
By the feared and sleek predator
You survived the first time
and made the news ..
Your owner saving you
With all his heart.
Your wide eyed glance
CapturEd my heart
Like a love laced arrow
The first time we saw each other
I will not lose sight of you yet,
Nor give up hope
that You will return to your home,
to your pups.
and to the big, gallant
Baretoes
Who fathered them..
I pray for that news,
Bella the beautiful husky.
I will not forget you.
Your blue eyes will mesmerize me
in dreams
till we meet again
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
the saltiest
sea-iest
piratiest pirate
that ever roam the waters
bush did 9-11
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC
*Where Have All The Yesterdays Gone?
Do They Mingle Among Beds Of Flowers,
Or Do They Hide In The Saltiest Of Seas?
Do They Soar Upon A Raven's Wing,
Or Dance With The Honey Bees?
Do They Trudge Along A Rugged Trail,
Or Are They A Whisper In The Breeze?
I Intend On Finding Them,
For They Hold You And Me.*
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 12:37 PM UTC
The Red Sea! It lay like a distressed soul, unsettled, deserted and restless;
On its tile-paved shore, I leant against a lamp post, in the desert land;
Women in burkas busied themselves with their kids and picnic baskets;
While cats searched voraciously, among the rubble, for the left over bones.
On my left lay Sanaa, the once upon a time city of Shem, first-born of Noah,
Whence Queen Sheba embarked in all majesty with gifts for King Solomon.
And far, beyond the saltiest swelling Red, lay the darkly exploited continent.
Now, a warm gust of wind slogged its way into my lone distraught self.
Tides heaved, flickered their wet tongues across the rubble, and licked me,
Then withdrew themselves tired, but again and again returned half-heartedly
With much salty tears and sweats of ******* and sufferings of bygone ages:
The assorted agonies of the Mediterranean, the Indian and the Pacific deeps.
Through the dull splashes, waded to me, Moses and Aron and the Pharaoh;
They said: “Visitor, listen to the voices of the depths!” And I heard well
The abysmal rattle of chariots, wheels and bones, uncarbontestably ancient.
And in the splash of the Red, I scarily tasted the tears and blood of torments.
Then they cautioned me: “Beware of the pseudo-democrats and pseudo-reds:
The gunpowder brokers!” and quoted: “In this world, you’ll have troubles.”
And now, the Sea sounded: “Sorry my dear son, I’m here to bear all these.”
I sighed in pain, but the Sea, through the burning lamp posts, smiled at me.
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 1:27 AM UTC
The Red Sea! It lay like a distressed soul, unsettled, deserted and restless;
On its tile-paved shore, I leant against a lamp post, in the desert land;
Women in burkas busied themselves with their kids and picnic baskets;
While cats searched voraciously, among the rubble, for the left over bones.
On my left lay Sanaa, the once upon a time city of Shem, first-born of Noah,
Whence Queen Sheba embarked in all majesty with gifts for King Solomon.
And far, beyond the saltiest swelling Red, lay the darkly exploited continent.
Now, a warm gust of wind slogged its way into my lone distraught self.
Tides heaved, flickered their wet tongues across the rubble, and licked me,
Then withdrew themselves tired, but again and again returned half-heartedly
With much salty tears and sweats of ******* and sufferings of bygone ages:
The assorted agonies of the Mediterranean, the Indian and the Pacific deeps.
Through the dull splashes, waded to me, Moses and Aron and the Pharaoh;
They said: “Visitor, listen to the voices of the depths!” And I heard well
The abysmal rattle of chariots, wheels and bones, uncarbontestably ancient.
And in the splash of the Red, I scarily tasted the tears and blood of torments.
Then they cautioned me: “Beware of the pseudo-democrats and pseudo-reds:
The gunpowder brokers!” and quoted: “In this world, you’ll have troubles.”
And now, the Sea sounded: “Sorry my dear son, I’m here to bear all these.”
I sighed in pain, but the Sea, through the burning lamp posts, smiled at me.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 8:53 AM UTC
I lift myself up,
pointed on toes
tipping at the edge.
A wind molds to my face.
I'm held there by grace,
as my mind begins to dredge
Up memories
of you and me
seventeen
blessed with resilience
none are faded by time
in feeling
if not in sight
some are good
some are bad
all are mine
I take a breath
inhale this wind
bowing me back from this cliff.
But I hear waves below.
It's a siren's song so
strong to my ears
as I sniff back tears
from memories
sent by this breeze
so old to me
of when you would tease
so I'd unfreeze.
The only other thing
that could put me at ease
is the violent sea
I stand above now so desperately
And I'm tipping
tipping
at the edge
of my sanity.
Oh, I'm tipping
tipping
on this ledge,
questioning your humanity,
as I tip above
the oceanity
of what could be
in front of me.
And I'm tipping
tipping
at the edge
I take a step back,
release my breath,
settle my heels
into this earth.
Let the wind roll my tears
back towards my ears,
the sound so much quieter than
these memories
I hid from me
to let myself
relearn how to breathe.
They swell up again,
just as wind dies down.
I grit my teeth,
say an amen,
and prepare to drown.
And I'm tipping
tipping
at the edge
of my sanity.
Oh, I'm tipping
tipping
on this ledge,
questioning your humanity,
as I tip above
the oceanity
of what could be
in front of me.
And I'm tipping
tipping
at the edge
Air at my face
Earth at my feet
Seas in my heart
to drown you out of me
Then I cry oceans away
with the saltiest tears
I can taste all my pain
And my leaving fears
Cause you left me
and I can't see
this edge you left
in front of me,
And you left me tipping
tipping
tipping
tipped
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 12:45 PM UTC
I'm no Pinocchio
Or Jonah don't you know
Stuck in the belly of this whale
How I ended up in here
Has never been made clear
Though it's clear I am by myself
Was I walking along the shore
Or a man overboard
No matter how I ended in the drink
The very next thing I know
I'm swallowed alive whole
Now this fish's belly is my brink
With its bones as prison bars
There's no doubt just where you are
No way out of this rib cage
How can a man find comfort here
Year after year after washed out year
All I do each day is plan my escape
I keep the plan inside my mind
With nothing here or where to write
Waiting for the opportunity
That this fish eats something wrong
Where a case of heartburn comes along
Setting this seasick sailor free
I whisper subliminal
Messages into his blowhole
Guiding him to the Mediterranean Sea
And to the tune of that tiny fish
The seas saltiest of salty dish
Pizza Pies friend the anchovy
While ******* tons of them in
Indigestion starts rolling in
Hanging Ten I surf the wave of burp
Landing on my two feet
To miles and miles of lovely beach
Of the Mediterraneans turf
And that my friend is where I still am
A life of tanning pasty skin
Paroled from my prison cell
Sure as how I now live
I'll never go back there again
That being the belly of the whale
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 8:02 AM UTC
I realized that
the loneliest hearts
are not found
within abandoned
rooms or between
furrowed sheets.
They’re not in bars
where bitter gulps
can wash away the
saltiest tears.
They’re nowhere near
the darkest hallway
or the blurriest
of all the paths.
But the loneliest hearts
are found
squeezed underneath
the loudest laughs.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC
Out all of the
handful
of pistachios
that lay in the
empty crevices
of my palm, you
are the saltiest
and most bitter,
of which takes
the most effort
to crack open
that pale, thick
almost impenetrable
shell,
to obtain your
sweet nourishment.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 1:15 AM UTC
Color me blue
And I will swallow the saltiest sea
Fill my lungs with the cleansing waves
Say goodbye to yesterday
And to tomorrow
Color me red
And I will slit my wrists
Watch crimson rivers run from my flesh
Until there is nothing left
Say goodbye to what was
And what could have been
Color me black
And I will pull the leather tight around my throat
Allow life to escape through my lips
Say goodbye to those noticed
And to those who didn't
Color me white
And I will take a pill for everyone I hurt
Fade into a dream
Become a distant memory
Say goodbye to myself
And finally
Let go.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
I will awash myself in sorrow
and seek to cry the saltiest tears.
If for that reason only you will chose me
above all others despite circumstance.
I shall be no more than Misery
Simply to state my need for Company.
Oh, what misery I shall joyfully bring
for games are not just for fools
I shall throw myself upon wretchedness,
unscrupulous morals
and dastardly deeds.
the best of Misery I endeavour to be
For the love of Company
And Company you shall be to my Misery
Endlessly, Completely, Eternally.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
A pearl is a grain of sand that is kept far from its home and held captive in the dark belly of a strange creature. They're rare to find in nature but humans can manufacture them, and I've found more than most.
the sweetest pearl i've ever found was the baby i only got to hold once, who should have been mine, who stayed in the hospital because she became an addict in the womb and her parents cant stop fighting.
the saltiest pearl ive ever found was the girl with the black lipstick, screaming the show that this flower isnt part of the wallpaper and all she needed to know was that she was worthy of a love letter.
the lumpiest pearls are the loved ones who rebuff me for fear of loss, the lovers who lose me because they stood still instead of taking a chance, and the family members who own my heart but ignore the existence of my mind.
I hate the sea but I love pearls because just like me, they're a bit of sand just trying to become something great. so here i sit, waiting for someone to find me like i found the others, who'll hold me close and tell me im pretty.
me who loves too easily,
who gives too much of herself,
and feels too much like a grain of sand lost in the dark.
but pearls take time and are hard to find in nature.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
I run to the place
Where soul meets body
An inchoation
Of something new
Dance on the edge of eternity
Sleep among droplets of morning dew
Turn your eyes towards the sun
Graze briefly upon the face of God
Find the calm in the chaos of the constellation
There is no yesterday
Or tomorrow
There is only now
I jumped of the edge of the world
With nothing but faith to catch me
And fell in love with the idea
That I'd be falling forever
Into the nothingness
Deeper and darker than the saltiest sea
Where time and space are a myth
And true freedom exists
That's where you'll find me
At the bottom of the sea
At the bottom of the sea
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
She is golden and gracious
with soft fingers.
Feathered whispers of her thoughts
drift gently from the center of her perfectly puckered mouth.
She is with edge and without excess,
leaving no flaws in her path.
She transforms everything as she passes,
raising mountains above the atmosphere,
strengthening
the wilted flower,
springing the dead back to life.
She gives roses without thorns.
The air around her is densely sweet
and even the saltiest of her tears
must be silky to the grasp.
No one can grasp her.
She is strong but finely delicate
like rays of sun making winter
seem less cold.
Is there any darkness in her light?
Could those fists ever clench in anger?
The petals of her love are too permanently
spread across his waters.
One could swim and swim
until arms ache and lungs throb
trying pluck every remaining petal from his oceans
but still the scent would linger
and he would remember anticipations
of her taste.
He is lost in the cloud of her forever,
as it sweetens the cool of his mind,
awakening the dust to the dawn,
bringing clarity to the chaos of his storms.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC
It's a full moon in the winter with that heavy golden glow around it
It's a love we all knew in the autumn when the temperature drops and the desire for warmth grows stronger
It's a blatant spot of black in the whitest snow I've never seen
It's the last light of day during daylight savings that keeps me up for the rest of the night
It's the saltiest tear running down the saddest face I can't catch
It's the nightmares that shake you from slumber or the dream you wish you could go back to
It's the last breath you take before you dive bomb into the pool in your best friend's yard
It's the bruise on your shin and the cut on your arm you got for your mistakes
It's the hickey and the claw marks you got from the best *** of your life
It's the fall, it's the rise, it's everything we do, see, touch and taste
It's life
Don't let it go to waste
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC
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The
sweetest
poem I read
the saltiest
tear drop
shed
May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 5:28 PM UTC
Under the grayest of skies
On the sandiest of shores
With the saltiest of seas
Did we lay.
Hand in hand
Heart to heart
Soul to soul
Nothing separating us but fear.
Let the birds of the sky
Or the fish of the ocean
Bear witness to what would be,
Two bodies becoming one
In a castle by the sea.
No place forbidden
No scar unseen
My only desire, to love
And be loved
By he.
When the sun set
The tide came in
And my love was swept into the sea.
And there was no soul
In all of forever
Quite as lonely as me.
Alone by the sea
In our kingdom by the sea.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
There was once a little girl
Lost
Left alone in the world
Swept away in the tides of life
She sank
To the bottom of the saltiest sea
Kissing forever with the soles of her feet
She was not afraid
But at peace
For cradled in the arms of eternity
She found herself
And knew where she had to begin
She learned what so few of us learn
That the only way out is within
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
your bullet of hate
shot in our infected heart
as it lay wide open
longing for true compassion
united we stand
bleeding the saltiest tears
crying over those
you have brutally taken from us
you will not win
we will not be divided
we are warriors
our holsters overflowing with love
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 12:36 PM UTC
It came sweeping over instances
Brushing against subtle moments
Of circumstances and places
We can never quite remember.
It bled through the darkness
Each time the moon rose
And met with her pallid face.
It came with the winds
That suddenly picked up,
As I stood alone, and
Watched the world sway from above.
Through nights of fragmented dreams,
Enveloped through watery thoughts
That awoke me with such prominence,
I had only expected to be at the bottom
Of the saltiest lake.
Refractions of light that would come
Pronging through waves
Breaking sound with immeasurable brightness
From the corner of my eye,
I recognized you.
It was that same foggy hue
Glistening silvery white
A fish jumping in the morning
The ring around the moon
I had recognized on you.
You are different than I,
But white moths keep flocking to me
Cumuli build within my eye sockets
Like a lightning storm over the desert,
Rumbling purple and billowing smoke.
I cannot ignore
How beautiful different is.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
if Love can survive in the ocean
I’ll follow its waves to Your heart
I’ll swim with an army of fishes
and wait for the waters to part
I’ll open my eyes for a second
to see if I still see at all
the saltiest part of my body
will seek You where ever You are
if Love is survived by the ocean
I’ll sink like a stone in Your Grace
I’ll wait at the bottom, where nothing
can keep me from seeing Your Face
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 10:51 PM UTC