She drifted on black starlit glass
beneath the full moon bright
captivated by the beauty of
the tranquil, lovely light
floating on the gentle waves
the stars kissed her goodnight
and rocked into her deepest dreams
she floated out of sight
By Morgan Mise
Written January 6, 2013
Copyright © Morgan Mise | Year Posted 2013
The clouds above ooze and billow,
And the ocean is howling and thrashing;
A lighthouse is lost in the vortex,
Oh, will the bricks hold or start crumbling.
Wild and angry is the blustering wind,
Blowing up huge white foamy waves;
Screaming with gale force strength,
Oh, will the keepers go to watery graves.
Biting cold that thundering whiteness,
Frigid and raw and loudly savage;
Penetrating and freezing to those trapped,
Oh, will the sentinel survive the ravage.
Although, I stand in awe of the beauty,
I am filled with sheer panic and darkness;
The apprehension is upsetting and scary,
Oh, the dread and horror and sad distress.
April 6, 2016
For the contest, Sentinel Quatrain Form,
sponsor, Eve Roper
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016
This mystical aura of golden radiant sunbeams so sublime
With a warm mead laying lovely below its enchanted neck,
Is breathless releasing gasps of white-hot-fire breaths now,
All spiritual within one and a thousand sighs, it whistles too.
Brightly your radiance shines through the deep blue oceans
Where rainbows are misted with shades inside a desire born,
With curtains falling—revealing a beauty spot held precious,
Whilst in your heart glows warmly a true love priceless pure.
A royal crown bestoweth upon thine mantel of soft ‘n purest silk,
Now spangled as dewdrops glisten brightest on mirrored slippers,
As a divine swan upon one wave began dancing on joyous ripples,
An old Irish jig played on in this moment dancing you and I, as two.
The Merry Old Leprechaun looked on with his wee-soft eye twinkle
As the Sun Goddess giveth her divine breath to this sacred harvest;
Now to beareth the sweetest of fruit with warmest rays of gentleness,
So all can shareth this grandest garden moment of holy eternal glory.
We all shall now, forever and ever, prosper in this heavenly abundance
Whilst we sheddeth a most wee-curious light into this eternal paradise,
As you and I, and the Merry Old Leprechaun shareth a passion so true,
We drinketh gladly the sweet ‘n stout Irish Nectar of the Sun Goddess!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (January 17, 2017)
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017
What difference to me
Is the source of the pain,
From an ancient salt ocean
Or a pool of spring rain.
The clever deceptions
Of color, grace and form
Veil the singular predations
Of a savage, feeding swarm.
From deadly microbe
To frenzied piranha,
Shocking my tingler to
The Great White Flick O' Rama.
The water of life shall be
The death of me this year.
Coincidentally, it is ice that soothes
My puffy, red jellyfish tears.
Copyright © Tom Arnone | Year Posted 2016
You pick me up and fly me away;
Oh my baby, what a beautiful day!
Like a rock, you are strong to withstand the motion,
And your love runs deep, the heart of the ocean.
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
Here on the shore, no voices spoil
my peaceful time of early morn.
He comes to beckon where sands roil
on pristine beach as tides are born.
I call to calm the wind and sea
with victory of a rising sun.
Stirring the silence, he waits for me
to wash in waves before days done.
He guides me to his ocean deep
where blues and greens blend holding hands.
We laugh and watch the dolphins leap.
Then dive to rest on silky sand.
There on the ocean floor, I leave
my every worry, stress and care.
We rise to surface where we weave
our hopes and dreams, tomorrows shared.
Caressing salted skin, we sleep
here on the shore, no voices spoil.
Then out of water, blue oceans weep;
waves crash with dreams where harsh sands roil.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
As summer’s hope dreamt it had caught him,
days tallied boardwalk planks one by one.
Candles became golden skies burned dim
beyond evening’s watery sun.
How I tried to help you with my friend,
but she had built a sandcastle there.
Only time and advice left to lend
on a beach came that one morning’s glare.
Another wound to scar that bled youth,
ran over before it had begun.
By the grains of chance and a tanned truth,
tides washed another watery sun.
Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2015
A storm torn boat thrashed on the ocean waves
As gales of wind knocked out their lanterns’ glow.
A frantic captain yelled “all hands on deck!”
Then watched as sails tore free; they’d moved too slow.
Brave as a lion, captain steered their course
Though jagged rocks scraped ‘gainst the hull with force.
The seamen battled through the dark of night
Until the seas grew calm at morning’s light.
They stood in silence, those that still remained
And bowed their heads for mates who’d met their fate.
Time and eternity told tales of mighty seas
That claimed the brave, then crushed their ships with ease.
Entry in the contest: On the Ocean Waves
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Iambic pentameter; no particular rhyme scheme. Three quatrains.
Copyright © Lucretia Crouse | Year Posted 2012
Our destination is an island out there
In an ocean of blue with sands so fair
It has everything you would want on a paradise isle
Scenery so beautiful you can't help but smile
We set of from the pier in the Florida Keys
Journeying down south going with the breeze
Down to Panama via it's amazing canal
Sailing into the moonlight me and my gal
From ocean to ocean, Atlantic to the Pacific
Through this engineering gem, just incredible, terrific
The expanse we desire is within our sights
Out past the horizon will be many our night
With the waves we sailed to our yonder blue
Amidst colouring skies of beautiful hue
Whilst shapes from the deep shadow our course
Through the waters they ease with effortless force
Ahead in the distance we hear a thunderous crash
Breakers of white in foamy strewn splash
Sea birds aplenty in torpedo dive
Their feeding frenzy for survival strive
We anchor offshore in a lagoon so calm
As we row to the shore viewing delightful palms
Swaying in the breeze like a chorus of arms
On this paradise island showing one of it's charms
We settle into the evening in our new island home
Sleeping into tomorrow around it's shores we will roam
Living life to the full in this blissful surround
Happiness in tranquillity around us abounds
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010
I sail across the open sea,
Moonlight kissing my skin,
The rushing waves inviting me,
My voyage finally begins
The air is cool upon my face,
The night is dark as coal,
My sails are flowing at a fast pace,
Sounds of the ocean comfort my soul
Upon the water lays the moon's silhouette,
A beautiful sight before my eyes,
This memory tonight, I shall never forget,
Sail the night until the sun shall arise
Crashing of waves to and fro,
Silence and solitude I embrace,
The heart of the ocean I long to know,
Finding myself in this magical place
Wishing upon the nearest star,
Dreaming my dreams on this cool night,
The song of the ocean I hear from afar,
Sailing in darkness until day's coming light
Copyright © Roxie Perry | Year Posted 2014
Famed gold crepuscular rays angling down
Knifing in between, through volcanic haze
Hualalai and Mauna Loa’s crowns
Fire Goddess Pele greets fresh island day
Fuchsia blooms explode, steal attention
Pollens mingle on zephyr coastal breeze
Hallowed entry, this tropic dimension
Surf thunder backdrop, soundtrack of the sea
Running shoes crunching the roadside lava
Kaleidoscopic blooms, soon to transmute
Mango, papaya, lilikoi, guava
Untended harvest of paradise fruit
Slow tempo set to the island perfume
Soul dances in the fragrant sensation
Unbridled speed would be this journey’s doom
Not to give in to the exultation
Entering town, the cast of characters
Pungent whiffs of spoiled fish atop stale rice
Green Shangri-La’s dingy inheritors
Tropical Bukowski's frayed paradise
Amphetamine native, drawn skin and bones
Wincing eyes, loose grasp, cigarette homespun
Tribal markings long burnt, faded blue tones
Completed journey, dark side of the sun
Manicured denizens clutter the way
Fair guests at the Royal Lik’a’Heini
Young surf seekers grimace to greet the day
Pakalolo Hostel, skunk-and-briny
Volta at the pier, Triathlon’s temple
Hallowed asphalt, footfalls of history
World’s smartest man living life so simple
Broom pushing, tune whistling, smiling at me
I should run faster; it's Ali’i Drive
Temple of Ironman’s Marathon pride
Vainglorious dreams have boiled alive
Burgeoning pace, a seaside suicide
Fair breeze has halted, sharp rays now reigning
Blanket of torpor fights progress forward
Through fragrant pillow, all fight is draining
A ballistic migraine arcing southward
Demons exorcised, sultry purgation,
Epic journey ends in clear sacred brine
Feet dive in wet sand, a bless’t sensation
Gaia’s ocean of sweat swallowing mine
© Thomas W. Quigley
Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016
Life of endless ups and downs
with a stroke of luck to survive.
Breath deep before living drowns
and everything real takes a dive.
Like ocean waves, existence brief
and sketchy; ripple to confuse.
Take a stand, search for reef
before there’s nothing else to choose.
Strength comes from a hardened core
that is true through spiritual gravity.
Unleash within to flow to shore
refill an empty cavity.
Copyright © 2015 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2015
A dance of elegance they leap
in grace of movements sweep
moonlights skipping on the waves
upon the circuits the currents paves
A Spanish Dancer twirls her skirt
whose painted like a rainbows shirt
Your works oh Jah blanket the Sea
where creatures frolic internally
Where Leafy Dragons in Reefs foray
the clown fish in anemone play
the razor fish like knives in sand
but foolish men think it's not planned
Where fierce and tender Orca steals
the infant pups of many Seals
where coral forests the oceans floor
the groves of Kelp hide many more
Odd companions the crab and shrimp
who share a hole like common tent
on flows the cisterns of the Deep
the lair where Leviathan do sleep
There flying fish cavort on wing
wild aquatic souls live and sing
here Dolphins cartwheel in escapade
in pods their dancing a parade
Who understands the Songs of Whales
who carry calves and smack their tails
to starfish who cling the rock of Beaches
here low tides the mussels reaches
These lives mankind has proved a danger
to poison Seas palace he is no stranger
Here predator man competes with Sharks
in every Sea his fatal marks
The Shark only does his hunt for meal
Mankind's a predator who kill and steal
Toxic pollution down rivers flow
the dead zones that kill the life below
Life perpetuates itself by designers plan
We question it's survival , it's death by Man
Those who love the earth these traits resist
There's too much beauty divinely kissed
COPYRIGHT © 2014 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2014
Strolling along Myrtle Beach
Collecting shells in the sand
The waves become hypnotic
And the mood moves into grand.
So many thoughts and memories
Come rushing back with the waves
Thoughts that flood and can’t be stopped,
Some get panned, but some are raves.
Again and again
They flow in and out
Life reliving every decision
Life reliving every doubt.
Then sanity reasserts
For the mind knows what it knows
And hypnosis grinds to a halt
With the sand between my toes.
By E. Marshall Evans
Copyright © Ed Evans | Year Posted 2014
THIS CALMING SEA
I sit here in the darkness at a window
that mirrors my wild mane, unruly me
Imagine how in time this house will grow
around me, a Rapunzel, you will see
My hair in braids grow down a castle vast
The nurses turned to wicked witches, wild
If you don't save me, I will never last
A lonely, lost, love seeking smallish child
Their screams are in my head, such ugly sound
Of capture, castigating, lashing words
My hands, over my ears, have never found
Relief from them, I wish I were a bird
To fly away, and leave my legs behind
To have my arms be wings to carry me
(To where no harm or evil ever find)
Eternally over this calming sea
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2016
(All right you scallywags of questionable seaworthiness, we begin with an up-tempo step-liveliness.)
Send him aloft, high into the crow's nest,
He'll keep watch with his keen young sight.
Let me out, the wind is a-freshenin',
Roll me up in the middle of the night.
Over to the hatch and have a check within the hold, lad,
So we know that down below, the ship is nice and tight.
Roll into the galley, and fetch the cook potatoes,
But throw 'em in the water if they've got the bleedin' blight.
Roll me out into the wet heart o' the glossy sea,
Hand me down a whoppin' tankard o' rum,
Tomorrow, on the hunt we'll be,
The Captain knows where that foreign vessel's from.
Roll me into our sheltered island hideaway,
We can sleep a while before dawn's early fight.
Give us one drink but we're gonna cut it off right there,
Gotta wake up in the mornin,' gotta wake up feelin' right.
Roll me out, now we're after a prize, boys,
Watch out for the shallows in the middle of the bight,
Roll me away, don't let them hit us broadside,
They'll soon surrender to our mighty pirate fright.
(Okay, me hearties, slow it down a shark's whisker...)
Now we're all as happy as the humpback whale,
We'll treat the prisoners fairly, or it's impolite,
The sun slips below the rail, the briny dark will then prevail,
The crew's asleep, full fathoms deep, of moonlight take a bite.
Roll me easy, there's peace upon the ocean,
The softest wind, and stars a-burnin' bright,
Drift through the water with that slow rockin' motion,
When we make it back to shore, our tales they will write.
(Avast ye now, slow it on down until yer barely makin' a wake...)
Roll me quiet when I think about my lost girl,
Nothin's bigger then than me a-wonderin' why,
Roll me back because I can't forget the dead boy,
And turn your head away, before I start to cry.
Copyright © Doug Vinson | Year Posted 2016
Mountainous seas roaring straight in your face
Where the clouds and the waves meet
The lighthouse stands defiant, man's sentinel
Mankind braves nature to save the fleet
Standing on her pedestal unwilling to relinquish
Her eternal roll to the frothing rages of the sea
The lion roars trashing its waves to extinguish,
But the watchtower refuses to buckle to bend the knee
The crashing wave wraps itself around
A fleeting hug from one of life's true bullies
Releases then returns cold to the touch
Treating man's attempts at defense as follies
Her shivering and drenched embodiment
Endures its deadly dark flooding wrath
Hindering navigating movements
Of sailor’s Guardian Angel’s path
Like lions waiting to be fed
The storm devours all in its way relentless wave length
Ignoring man's conceit as natures master
With Its ever growing powers and show of strength.
By: Eve Roper Collaboration With Stephen Pennell
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016
Fantasy Fish In a Fantasy Ocean Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
From reality to imaginary,
Fantasized by unrestricted reason,
Mental images sink below the ocean,
These are the aquatic creatures this season.
This gigantic body of water,
No longer blue with a green tint,
Has become a nature mystery,
Now a deep purple aquatint.
The cold-blooded creatures,
No more gills and no eyes to see,
Pectoral fins connected to each other,
Making it very hard to flee.
Their caudal fin helps them swim,
It has grown six feet long,
With a measure of three feet in width,
Making the main fin very strong.
That is just my favorite fish, Bassy Trout,
I've seen thirty-five thousand more,
All unlike in nature and vibrant,
From global warming they have morphed.
Red, orange, yellow and blue,
All rainbows swimming in the purple,
Pink, green, cerulean and black,
Sleep all day, and at night nocturnal.
This is no dramatic day dream,
Or a strange obsolete hallucination,
I've sailed the oceans determined,
To see God's beautiful creation.
Written By: Laura Urbaniak
Date: November 18, 2015
Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015
The Vikings were a race of men
That conquered many lands
They fought their wars with might and main
And power in their hands
They sailed the sea in dragon ships
Explored and conquered well
But now their greatness lies beneath
The rolling ocean swell
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013
A placid Ocean ripples with
undulating hypnotic waves.
Yet in Her eternal embrace
lies the bodies of kings and slaves.
Returning fragments of treasures
Her rolling breakers seed the shore.
And hint at what still lies submerged
deep within Her forevermore.
She is a seductive siren
luring the hearts and souls of Man.
Yet She is far from submissive
unleashing storms since time began.
A potent brew of emotions
are preserved in Her salty brine.
And sailors crave that elixir
savoring Her bittersweet wine.
Her beauty lies just out of reach,
yet it’s the kind men will die for.
And time synchronizes itself
with Her eternal tides off shore.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
Lost in the ocean with you by my side
For our survival we solely relied
On each other's wills and in you I confide
Until one stormy night you were swept with the tide
I cried as the thunder crashed up in the clouds
Floating alone, I swore to make you proud
Instinctual survival with which I'm endowed
Though hurt to the core for I thought you had drowned
I drifted and floated, I saw planes and ships
I yelled and I waved, this surely was it
I thought they would save me but none of them did
Left to drift on for what felt like years
I slept on some driftwood, awaking unharmed
To my amazement the water was calm
The sun, it shone down and it raised the alarm
For on the horizon a beach littered with palms
As I drew closer, malnourished and dazed
Flashback to the moment you were lost to the waves
I heard cries from the island but I was unfazed
Because you were lost, I cared not to be saved
A man swam out to fetch me, he pulled me to shore
His friends clothed me and fed me in a hut with no door
I glanced to the corner, don't believe what I saw
An old television with a face I'd seen before
I ran to the beach, I screamed to the sky
Ecstatic, euphoric, I welled up inside
The torment I'd been through was left far behind
For I knew in that moment that you were alive!
Copyright © Isaac Rye | Year Posted 2015
Shards of raindrops shatter against
vigorous winds of a maelstrom
scraping the peak of an erect pillar
Brave and ready for martyrdom.
A percussion of drums ensues
to delight the Makers Phantom
accompanied by claps and snaps
fulfilling tradition and custom.
Sounds reach impossible soaring heights
that stretch beyond the farthest kingdom
and find the pace of uncontrolled descent
which echoes through the pillars bosom.
Triumphant bass dawns the finale
Bellowing from below the bottom
As quickly as the song arose it falls
To keep the pillar ready at random.
~7 April 2016~
Copyright © Lukas Ficklin | Year Posted 2016
It's a quiet night
Warm, without a breeze
Stars descend slowly
Into the calm sea
Copyright © Jim Wilson | Year Posted 2009
Scurrying across the ocean floor
leaving faint tracks in the sand
moving sideways to go forward
nothing mapped or even planned.
The sand is always shifting
ever changing the terrain
all creatures are in hiding
misdirected or insane.
Go on and on forever
waving claws in wild defense
abandoned ocean creatures know
that none of this makes sense.
Seaweed waving, beckoning
hypnotic dance of death
trust not the grinning clown fish
blowing bubbles with their breath.
The ancient crusty oyster shell
protects the tender meat
a grain of sand the irritant
spits pearls in mock defeat.
The current is relentless
overwhelming constant motion
and serenity's unheard of
at the bottom of the ocean.
Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2008
He sat there on the edge
of the rocks above the shore
lost there in his thoughts
like many times before
he noticed how the water
seemed to glow with life
and for a couple moments he
forgot about his strife
the light came from the moon
high up in the sky
and he longed to be among the stars
but had no wings to fly
so he climbed down from the rocks
and waded past the shore
he drifted away on the stars reflection
with a heavy heart no more
By Morgan Mise
Written January 6, 2013
Copyright © Morgan Mise | Year Posted 2013
The Earth rotates around …spins
The moon carries its own power
The ocean, it focuses on
Seeking the meek, lighthouse tower
The waves are created …splash
We play within the froth and foam
Lowering myself to its side
I know its love within the zone
Into the sea the sky …reflects
Makes the waves a romantic blue
Entranced I follow the shoreline
There is no greater love than you
The heavens and with them …power
And the ocean lives with its own
I carry along with me strength
To survive when the Earth does groan
Spins, the world moves for life loved
Splash, the oceans crash for desire
Reflects, thinks of ancient days past
Power, holds enough to quench fire
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
The long waves of the ocean beat
Below the minster grey,
Caverns and chapels worn of saintly feet,
And knees of them that pray.
Watch the low green hills of Windsor
The low sky silver grey
One ashen light and no other color
On tower and one lonely tree sway.
But there is HE that woke the sleepless love
With more than mortal tears
And there is grave that has been wept above
Sleeping through many years.
July 13, 2014
Form : Quatrain (ABAB)
Fourth Place Win
Contest: No just that quatrain by Kelly
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014
Swimming pigs of the Caribbean,
Are not just silly rumors ...
Little Polly is just such a pig,
From the island of Exumas.
Oh, Polly loves the water so,
Her family loves it, too ...
Cool and clear and aqua,
That soft Bahamian blue!
You may think that it's unusual,
For swine to EVER swim ...
But stranger, still, what Polly does,
When the day is getting dim ...
Tho' the sea's her second home,
Her favorite thing's the sky ...
You see, she has a special gift,
Little Polly knows how to FLY!
She keeps it secret, mostly,
Not upstage her family's act,
For countless are the tourists,
That swimming pigs attract.
At dusk she lets the evening sun
Dip below the far horizon ...
The cover of a sparkling night,
Is the sky that Polly flies in.
Her favorite time to soar is when
The moon is full and pale ...
It's a starlit night of breezes,
That curls her piglet tail!
To wing beneath the Milky Way,
And ride the moonbeams, bright,
To dip and spin and loop-the-loop,
And ronds de jambe in-flight!
To dive and tickle wave-tops,
And make her hoof-trails glow,
To hop from cloud to puffy cloud,
Fills her little pig heart so!
Her family feels she's overboard,
They're fine with sea and sand,
But ANY pig who's never flown,
Isn't apt to understand ...
So if you someday make the trip,
To Polly's native isle ...
Find a hammock after sunset,
And put your feet up for a while.
I doubt you'll catch her flying,
Few like me have had the thrill,
But if you're patient and you're lucky,
WHEN PIGS FLY ...
Perhaps you will!
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017
In my youth, summer meant spending my days at the beach,
Trying to get that ultimate dark tan,
A large bottle of baby oil always within reach,
Laying out and sizzling like bacon in a pan!
In my mature years the beach is still a lot of fun,
I spread my towel evenly upon the sand,
Staying under the umbrella’s shade and never in the sun,
With my bottle of SPF 50 always close at hand!
written on 2/21/16 for "Two Lenses" contest sponsored by Sara Kendrick
Copyright © Genevieve Mika-Stevens | Year Posted 2016
A most ordinary, a tad-bit hazy day,
Fishing from the pier, a black cat came my way.
A mere kitten she was, "was she wearing a hat?"
a man's blue top hat? a black, blue-eyed girl cat?
She sauntered on down and I could tell, this is odd.
I called out, "Here, kitty!" as I reeled in my rod.
I offered her a fish I was gonna throw back
"I don't eat fish!" she scowled, giving my catch a whack.
"Just, who you calling, Kitty?" she sneered in exhale,
"Watch this!" she attacked me, put her hat on the rail.
She took off in a huff, forgetting her prize
trotting into the sand as I blinked my eyes.
I went back to fishing but I watched that chapeau.
It changed colors three times, taking on a red glow
and floated on the ocean waves out of eye's reach
as I heard my wife calling from down the beach.
I gathered my gear, got up, somewhat less canned.
My wife claimed the red hat as it reached the land
jawing on about some ladies society,
or was she yakking about sobriety?
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2012