Love Poems About Barnacle or Barnacle Love Poems
by Clair Eloise |
Categories: grandmother, love, nostalgia, ocean, planet, senses, word play,

Ode To the Bay of Eloise

She is whipping winds.

washing over my hair, eyes, skin.
Numbingly cold waters,
as if just unfrozen,
spilling into, refreshing
the Bay.

She hosts,

An eroded map
Of webbed and pebbled paths.
Barnacle scattered
Rolling fields of green low tides.
A fisherman’s daydream.
A meeting
Of core and sun.

She is
an awakening,
a renewal,

a provocation of adventure.

by Connie Pachecho |
Categories: 7th grade, loss, lost love, memory,

The Poem I Never Wrote

The Poem I Never Wrote

Is still on my lips 

Buried treasure at the time

Now it's a barnacle on the ships side 

And with each passing year

It keeps growing and growing

In infamy 

In its infancy, some 50 years ago

The stage was set

We were twelve, once

Like two seagulls circling the sea

In harmony 

But I didn't have the gull

To hold her hand

Or pass her a love note 

No, no
Theres was no poet in me

Or a lion

Only a snail

It tears me to think about it

How our butterflies fluttered 

And I didn't catch hers

connie pacheco 


Not for contest

... it kept growing and growing, becoming 

saltier and saltier

by Nigel Fox |
Categories: dedication, loss, love, autumn, sea, sea,

Sunken Cathedral Six

Huge bronze bells peel muffled engulfed by sea 
above unhearing in depths deaf to thee

drowned the dead the lost tsunami friends
not figuring quick and sharp their ends

black churning death coming from the sea
no distinction twixt them you or me

death some surprise shaken a shock from the sea 
xept not dying in autumn like you or me

God please grant them heavenly peace
God please grant them peace

chancel and naves filled ghostly a new congregation
gentle barnacle claimed pews giving us no separation

by Naddy Zahari |
Categories: betrayal, break up, feelings, grief, heartbroken, hurt, love hurts,

Miss Barnacle

She was drowning when

he pulled her on board his ship.

She held to his grip

anxious to start the trip.

He treated her wound with kindness,

shined her path with brightness,

took her to wondrous places,

and cured her blindness.

Soon she was hungry for more.

His touch now feels sore.

The moment they could see the shore,

she made her way to the door,

and said, “I don’t want this anymore”.

by L'Nass Shango |
Categories: imaginationhappy, heart, happy, heart, me, i love you,

Strange Thing

Tonight you come tip toe into my mind like a room
Where first I tasted the rich elixir of your tongue
And made you promises that I meant to keep
Without knowledge of the savage rocks of doom
Tonight something like jasmine
Or your perfume lingers in the air
Like a memory of happy days gone
And though I love you still
I ask my heart why would it not let you in again
And my heart flinching in its pain
Tells me that I could not be happy again
Because you carry now the salt of too many seas
And would compare me to all your memories
And the barnacle from some distant and primitive dock
Would crust my quay and litter my rock.
This is a strange thing to me.