#poems of drowning

[golyadkin]

POV you're beginning to think taking that job as a vampire's bodyguard wasn't the best career move

[flowerytale]

Stevie Smith, from “Not Waving But Drowning”, Collected poems

[brotherconstant]

Because with alarming accuracy    she’d been identifying patterns    I was unaware of— this tic, that    tendency, like the way I’ve mastered    the language of intimacy    in order to conceal how I felt—    I knew I was in danger    of being terribly understood. — Connubial by STEPHEN DUNN

[corallapis]

[farfrompryingeyes]

A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed: and plunging down Forgot in cruel happiness That even lovers drown.

W.B. Yeats - The Mermaid (1918)

[hersurvival]

We have been in a drought.

Detrimental dry season has led me to believe

I would perish, wither into dust,

Cracked lips, and parched.

The arid desert winds have been threatening

To knock me off my feet,

Ridiculing the way I stumble about,

Wheezing for just a drop, a taste -

Desperate with thirst, quickly losing haste.

Alarms were overlapping this morning

As you kissed my spine, floods forthcoming.

Your mouth to mine, offering

Some of your long-awaited torrent.

Immediately I could feel the humidity surround us,

Storm approaching.

I screamed at the sky, for God, as it rained.

Why have I been made to wait so long,

Excruciatingly dehydrated,

For such a sudden yet brief downpour?

Starting and stopping just as quickly,

Still enough to leave my bones water-logged

And my lips gasping.

[luthienne]

Reginald Dwayne Betts, from Felon: Poems; “Essay on Reentry”

[Text ID: You come home & become a parade / of confessions that leave you drowning, / lost recounting the disappeared years.]

[foggyspecsonmynose]

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[rjrosario]

“I am loved. I am happy. Yet, simultaneously within me, lives this incomplete existence; I am walking around with an empty, gnawing hole in the middle. I am the very act of begging to be whole, and I feel terribly guilty for it: how can I allow myself to be this way? My struggle is not even half the amount of others. This minuscule ounce of depression doesn’t warrant these dramatics… this terrible desperation.”

— © R.J. Rosario, Ode to the Drowned

[thepoeticbubble]

In my dream, no one brings a lifeboat and I sink dreadfully. " Then I wake up, I witness my worry has flooded my heart and I am struggling to rescue myself. "

-tabish.j

[golyadkin]

had a couple of very good writing days

[imaginemirage]

At the end of this story, I walk into the sea and it chooses not to drown me.

Jihyun Yun

[twomystdunstans]

i ask jessica what drowning feels like and she says "not everything feels like something else."

[adrasteiax]

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning)   I was much too far out all my life   And not waving but drowning.

Stevie Smith, from Not Waving But Drowning in “Poetry Foundation”

[s1ghts]

I find myself in poems

More than I find myself in people

[weltenasche]

Poison

Beneath moon's lament, her laughter ebbs to tide,

a river's course to shadows, deep and wide.

Ensnared by currents, I struggle to withstand,

drowning in thoughts, that bind me to this land.

Her memory, a poison, I drink with bitter lip,

my poems, mere mirrors, of each somber sip.

by Weltenasche.