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Ocean Narrative Poems | Narrative Poems About Ocean

These Ocean Narrative poems are examples of Narrative poems about Ocean. These are the best examples of Ocean Narrative poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Charleston Harbor

The brightly colored houses lighten my emotions.
The cobblestone streets encourage by shaking the worries away.
A town on the ocean's edge, aware of the power of nature
yet at peace. Time undulates and ebbs with the tide as life is carefree.
Historic restoration, reminds us that living has not changed really. 
Life, birth, death and taxes continue along with joy and sickness. 
Passion and love are old as time. The river meets the ocean and the ocean never
overflows. Seagulls and pelicans stay by the salty spray; dining each day on fresh
seafood. Seagulls run and play on the sand dunes for fun.
Tourists come and go leaving behind a few dollars to keeps the town thriving.
The tall tales grow each year for pure pleasures sake. It is alright with me,
charming stories make my return more interesting. There is a melody of enjoyments to be had in the city by the sea. 



For Charles Melody


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VISITING OUR LAND DOWNUNDER

written 28th June 2013


The place downunder, I'm happy to call my home
 if you plan on a visit, here's somethings you do "need" to know

Kakadu is a place 'you' need to take the time to see
 such magic you will never won't to leave

But...if your arms "outside" the boat...
It...WILL end up down, a crocodiles throat

 Ayres rock...is a must place to have on your list, simply this you can not miss
As the sun descends watch it's colours change, you'll be mesmerised by 'pure' bliss

Coober Pedy...for those slightly intrigued with the underground
 for it is here, a quiet town where all there house's are found

Ballarat...you can still find gold
Well... so I've been told

I recommend...."you" don't swim in the oceans at the top end..
 surrounded by oceans.... the rest, feel free to  jump in

"BUT" if you happen to see a 'fin' I highly 'recommend' you swim

With nights call..'when' offered pull up a chair, grab a beer and relax
 there's just....'one small' catch 

Don't ever be the 'first' to fall "asleep"
 Aussie's find 'extensive' pleasure in an innocent prank when asleep

Enjoy your stay....and from the Land downunder we 'all' say "G'day"
 and look forward to seeing you again, we know you had a great stay


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Pacific Bay

Fog rolling in,
Making the sea go a gray,
Kid’s body surfing all day,
In a cold pacific bay,
The children are laughing,
To the sway,
Of the ice cold waves roaring away.

I hear my mom calling to me faraway,
To come back to shore,
And stay.

For I was tiring in this pacific bay, 
Because of the numbing cold,
That could not let me stay, 
In the icy water of this pacific bay.


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How Do I Stay Soulful

How do I stay soulful, without seeming like a raging goddess?
I would always be the raging sea,
Don’t sail your boats or ships upon my waters!
 Expected to be slaughters, by my sharks
 The rough waves: and the haunted ghost slaves.
 You toss abroad, unlike the garage you scattered on my shore,
I kept your secrets; at the bottom of ocean floor

I sting your eyes, and bitter your taste:
 Rock your ships from side to side
Yet, you smuggle my fish out to land: 
    what a disgrace!
A man would always be a man

 Why did you leave the dry land and sail the ocean blue
You pirate! You luxury ocean liners: you liars
Can you hold on to my waters? 
The laughter takes hold of you.
I filled myself with rage, because of the things you do

No safety nets……

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Love notes

The full moon hung heavily in the heaven's
Reflecting on the water below
The ocean waves played a melody
Lulling peacefulness into
the stillness of the night.
A virginal vision dressed in white
rides upon her white steed.
Throughout the forest
a fine mist, hangs
Glistening, the woods
in fairy like glow.
The stars twinkled, in sad refrain,
the ocean, lapped timelessly ,upon the shore
Mimicing the beating of the heart.
She gazes, over the ocean ,where,
the full moon illuminates.
Her crystal tears, flow.
In her hand, letters,
written but never sent.
Love notes, that will never be read.
For, he died that day
Never declaring the love she felt
Now all that remains
Pieces of paper
Written but never sent.


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The Indian Ocean Tsunami

My heart cries for thousands and thousands of people
those who perished in the earthquake-spawned waves;
known as tsunami, the worst natural disaster
that caused tons and tons of deaths across Asian countries.

It’s a great tragedy, a giant blow to humanity,
with its repercussions to all spheres of life –
a wake-up call, an immediate response
that needs to be attended to and done forthwith.

Global mourning takes its course in every nation,
particularly in these countries of Asia where –
Indonesia, Thailand, Sri Lanka are faced with difficulties;
in coping with destructions, tragedies, and other commotions
indeed, an urgent call that needs an international attention.

In four decades this catastrophe has ceased its wrath,
but after that starts another episode, so terrifying
that people who are caught up in that mere situation
can solemnly declare and profess their fears.

Oh, Mother Nature! at times we don’t know
your reactions that cause pandemonium,
tragedy, destruction, sorrow, and pain to all
like this one, a very strong and powerful disaster.

However, across the world, people show their compassion
with their unwavering generosity that floods in all levels
it’s an illustration that we’re humans with caring behaviors
to all those who’re afflicted and severely hit by this phenomenon.

I can’t imagine how the world mobilizes and responds
showing their love and concern to these people in pain
loss of lives, heart brokenness, and other misfortunes;
these generate an answer to be mindful of them in many ways.

I see the unprecedented generosity that rolls in every land,
institutions and other organizations make a collaboration
in what is conceived and put into action: fund raising,
charity, and pledges of thousands of donors.

Horrific media images shown in television channels,
are remarkable pointers for reflection and yet an invitation;
for someone who needs conversion and a return to church call,
that life can be as quick as those giant waves that killed many people.

It’s a theological reflection which embraces human sufferings,
Like a pathway to profound invocation, faith and trust in Him;
Oh God, our source of strength and goal to fulfill this portion
Where we unite ourselves to all those who’re in afflictions.


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Ocean

ON a spring day just walking on a grassy hill, with no shoes. I just stand there looking
out unto the ocean. I see the pretty dolphins just playing with each other.  I noticed
when I got closer they just ran away. They are such beautiful creatures that god has made.
There is so many creatures in the ocean that is so beautiful and peaceful, and some of
them we can’t see when they are so deep down the ocean floor. I love the beautiful fishes
that swim at Hawaii very pretty colors.  AT Hawaii there is so much more to see in the
ocean that is so beautiful,  you need to scuba dive then you can see all the reef, and the
fishes and sometimes you can see a Optus that is just lying there under a rock just
minding his own business.


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Do Si Do Your Partner

I hold three magic rocks, in My hand.
Rolling them over and over and over
leaving this reality far behind.

Amber, golden, polished, yet flawed and fecund,
a dollop of honeyed sunshine, light and pulse, 
surrounds the remnants of wing and limb.

Opalescent egg of rainbow and pearl, chill and slippery;
the second shape crosses the surface 
of the amber sun, warily and with grace.

Turquoise mottled and marbled 
with veins of ocean blue and pastoral green
the third rock spins around and between
the globes of white and gold.

Life writhes.

My eyes pierce the depth of ocean and 
atoms of hydrogen cling to singular atoms of oxygen 
positive and negative charges mirror 
the Earthly psyche of Yin and yang.

Within the amber ball hydrogen dances with helium.
Electron clouds orbit proton cores, 
just as the three globes spin round in the palm of the Universe,
Do Si Do ing with the uncharged, seemly barren, third opalescent egg
which mirrors the neutron in a molecular night.

Far below on the turquoise marble,
man looks skyward into the MY All Seeing Eye of God.
Then into his own palm where the dance continues.


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ORIGINS

Somewhere in the darkness a tiny wave of energy begins to oscillate 
It sends ripples of potentiality across the vast ocean of space
The ripples turn into larger waves 
And create a shock that reverberates throughout the whole of the cosmos
Tiny particles millions of light years away respond to the call
They band together as one and form a tiny circle of spinning electrons in loose orbit 
surrounding its nucleus
They jump up and down the quantum ladder

Spinning faster, they become little balls clinging to one another 
Glued together by their opposing forces
Life begins to take shape
The message has been sent
What form it takes is up to the collective

A ball of mass and energy spins alone in the darkness, creating life as it turns
Water boils as tectonic plates shift and collide
Proteins bond as the double helix begins its first spiral
The message has been heard
Cells float along in the protoplasmic jelly 
That will be home to the first amoebic life form
They divide and replicate as the first link in the chain is created
The code has been written
One celled amoeba evolve into algae that floats along in the primordial ocean
A symbiosis has begun

A pair of eyes peers through the murky water 
Intelligent life takes shape
 It swims to the edge of the ocean where it encounters land
 It takes one last look back at the giant womb that gave it life
Curiosity takes over
Throwing its body upon the land and gasping for air
It ventures into the unknown blazing a trail for the rest to follow


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The Sea Blue Eyes I

Once in a while I meet a person whose eyes tell their story
The story is like the sky reflection on the seas of glory
The eyes are all the wonder of the world
It sees the future, past, and present
The eyes give us knowledge of the world and reflection
The reflection of sadness and weakness of each creature
The wonder of each individual being has a present
To the world who has lots of false images
To arise the moment of that one glance
To follow the heart in romance
Just the reflection that gather in your eyes of blue
What a man and a woman should view
Life is such a pain without stopping to see each eyes
Its like roses you have to enjoy each passion in side
When that moment collides with mind and heart
Nothing in your soul can keep your love apart
Join in the fun look in every eyes of a person beside
With passion and romance I bet you, you would cry
The luster of all the things to come
A bounty of life long needs to be given by just the wonders of the eyes
The blue seas reflects the different depths of our feelings
And it should become revealing
Come to your senses with ravaging hormones of lust
The sea can take you and even the reflection in the eyes of the person
The beauty is not held by one it is held by everyone
Such looks with fear for no relief
Is almost a dreadful part in our human nature
Beware of what can happen when emotions are held
Held to the core of an individual
No such thing is kindness when you find yourself in the Sea Blue Eyes
Calling in your soul by just looking
With ignorance you play around with such futile emotion
Gush away the fear and do not go insane with life so dear
The grasp of the titans comes to reveal
The evil within your heart is so obscenely noticed
You want the sea and you want those eyes to look at you with wishes
The rage in the heart are waves that cannot stop 
It pushes and pushes with no regret
The heart falters and there is only one thing in your mind
The idea of one soul to be with is the ocean 
The rifts that is trying to break to end the wants of desire
Cannot be trusted in a human lier
The beauty of man is destruction 
The beauty of women are commands
The eyes of each does not matter in the sea
Because all emotion and desire is given to those who are true
Command of a person is just one thing 
The desire to destroy is another
The Sea Blue Eyes will see no bother cause it bares it all
Even the utmost desire
To be continue.


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