Poetry: In The Sea, Under

5-Ocean-of-Life-under-sea

In the sea, under
Are things that hunger.
You see,
We only wonder,
Our minds don’t plunger.
Maybe
Pirates may plunder
For things still under
The sea.

To feed this hunger,
The hands of thunder
I plee,
Must stay far,yonder.
If long we ponder
We’d see,
Lives old and younger
Still survive under
The sea.

Leonell
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In the sea, below
are stories I know.
Dead men
hung with a cock crow.
Tales that bring us low
till when
our spirits just go
Up, or undertow,
Again.

In the sea’s plateau,
Hades overflow.
The zen
let spirits forego,
and their ashes flow.
Just then,
will treasures still grow
to bring down our brow
Amen.

Ruddapoet
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Underneath this sea
Are lives I can’t see
Preying,
Yet there I find glee,
For the air is free
Saying
I charge you no fee,
Enjoy all of me.
Staying

In and out of me
Only gives you lee.
Swaying
Your sight on weak knee
Brings blindness,maybe
Playing
One,two i decree
Sometimes is the key,
Praying.

Bangwan.
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The poor ones may see
Gems under the sea.
The rich,
Bitten by the bee.
Pride is not the gee
Route. Teach!
“Meek is the fair fee”.
Gems pitch

Under, in the sea,
The pearls look too wee.
Paid bitch
Of the proud, don’t see.
Under, in the sea,
Quick reach
Is the meek . Its lee,
Lies under the sea,
A witch.

Tochi
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In deep depths of blue,
Lay a mystery clue
Altered.
This shall save a few
Focused on a queue
Faltered .
Come ,see, take your due
Sealed with golden glue
Ordered.

This is not a coup
Lead by mister Drew
Haggard.
Welcome the blue view
Clear as morning dew
Splattered.
All shall become new
Binding all you knew
Scattered.

Miidong
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Underneath, it’s seen.
More than where we’ve been.
You see.
Trumpets sound so mean.
Pretty young thing, teen.
Sssshhh sea.
Too much for the being.
Silent waves, unseen.
Cold tea.

Under the sea, been
Uneventful mean.
Bless Tee.
Carry away,lean
Your Sandy waves clean
Beard Lee.
In a poem so clean.
Pretty bun yet mean.
Poet Vee

Hypermind
=========================
I tell my tales of you
Most of which aren’t true
So what,
Maybe just a few.
You pave a path through.
Chitchat,
Pirates went, tales grew –
They ne’er dry like dew –
Like that

Down where you turn blue
Wrecks, from breeze you blew,
Vile cat,
Hidden from man’s view
To form tales anew.
Mr. Pat
Heard of your tales too
Thus dived to find you
That’s that

Tee2emm

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One comment

  • Tee2emm

    January 24, 2018 at 10:06 pm

    Lai ain’t that horrorful after all

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