How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see

Bottled Up

Majestic schooner preserved in a bottle,

a vessel that once sailed the seven seas.

Found on the sands of time at high tide,

a testament to a former year’s technology.

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I've been capsized,

By my Cap's size.

For every time I set sail,

Desert my dreams,

Afraid I'll fail.

Dry and barren as the world may seem

i still hold this hope in me

on the outside it may seem

i am dry and grainy

within my soul i am an ocean

Bottled up with all emotion.

Ship in a bottle -

Snow white sands embrace the delicate bottle

with it's stranded ship entombed inside

the sailors languish with no land in site,

no storms to weather and no pirates to fight.

How long before they starve or sink to the bottom?

The sailors rushed around,”A shark!” they cried.

What would be their demise, they must decide?

“A meal's, a meal,” the shark laughed, flashing his pearly whites.

by Alesia Leach © 2018

Sands of time release your hold,

My time nears an end, my body cold.

Trapped in here time long since gone,

Swirling in the waters I am all alone.

Captured by the water's witch I need release,

unbroken is her spell, someone give me peace.

Let me out. Let me go my mind is near insane,

a massive wave tossed once more nothing really gained.

You dropped me on the sand

Like a child's forgotten toy

Because my feelings for you

Are all bottled up inside.

The heavens whisked by.

In silence the golden globe gazed;

a silent witness of our nefarious fate,

losing it's grace in ambient descent.

Under the mighty shadows,

A theatrical play in a bottled figurine

Death court our sail

under the cloak of a calm tide;

a tale being told of a lifeless beach

before it's lost in the sandy shores of time.

-Opeyemi Oso, 2018

Until It Rains

All the waves have turned to sand what once was water now is land a drop in a bottle still remains at least that is until it rains

By pamschwetz

© 2018 pamschwetz (All rights reserved)

Enclosed by seemingly dark waters

Held within the confines of the Captain's secure ship

Coming up only for air, nourishment, tete-a-tetes

Untouched by ravenous creatures lying restive within the deep blues

Aye, perhaps my calculated struggles - tilt-

Against this vessel that holds me captive

Would propel me to my freedom

Freedom!

A wider horizon

Filled with many-a people

A solid terrain

Filled with the blooming of seeds planted

Yet, within my glass prison I fail to acknowledge reason:

The blue waters holding my meals

The vessel, a brick wall against predators pining for my flesh

The Captain's mind-blogging seamanship

- Nike Koleosho (memoirsincoal)

Sunlight shining through a violet sky

Lighting up a treasure in the sand

A bottle, what message might there lie

Should I take the bottle in my hand

What will.become of the tiny ship and shark

If I take it and tilt it upright

How fragile is our world spinning through the dark

Leave the cork and leave it to the night

There id always sides of story yoyr side and my side. Alas if due to fiery class of ignorance let we be awake Alas due to myopic vision let us realize Alas due to not respecting the endless beauty that every moment holds .From tge weeds of impatience allow me to flow where the moment if bliss is more thsn the starement in tge labyrinrh if oean

A bottle floats towards the land

When a violent wave

Plugged it in the sand

Heading home as it’s getting dark

I see this bottle with..

A tiny shark?

I look on closer as my eyes

Must fail

Then I see a ship?

And it’s setting sail

I call my dad and point it out

“Nice bottle find my boy” I hear him shout

I pick it up and take it home

And imagine that ship in a storm

I hope the sailors are a careful bunch

As that shark below wants some lunch.

A walk on the Beach

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As I walked along the shore one early morn

The beach was empty, I felt forlorn

Then I spotted an old fruit jar lying in the sand

As I pick it up I wondered to myself

Now far was the journey for this jar

Could it have been on an old sailing ship, a three-masted Clipper, with sails billowing in the wind?

Maybe in her voyage a gale force wind, done her in

As her masts slip beneath the waves; the jar floated away.

Now I suspect in floating grime a curious shark did arrive and play all day with this jar of mine.

At some point a wave brought it in, and on this beach it laid until this day.

Whatever its story is I’m afraid it will remind a mystery

For like this forlorn stretch of sand, things come and go with the rising tide, never letting its secret show.

Just like this empty jar in my hand; my soul is just the same

Once I had a story of my life, but no longer do I share

For empty is my heart, broken by her word.

Now just like the jar I have nowhere to go, just sitting on this beach waiting for the roaring tides to take my empty soul to sea!

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Shark in a bottle, ship in a jar, where did all the humans go?

They all went to Mars.

Sands of the shore, seas endless tide, why did they all go, and leave this time?

Pollution some say, others say crime. No note was ever left, to show the reason why.

Just a shark in a bottle, a ship in a jar.

Why did they all have to go so far?

at the bottom of the ocean

rests a bottle of hair gel dropped by a vain

captain on a cargo ship