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Alliteration Ocean Poems | Alliteration Poems About Ocean

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Ocean Dreams

Seagulls chortle on seaside,
while families float like feathers
upon silky sand.

Ocean releases heavy blue
upon captivating curves of coastline. 
Mist rises.

Golden sun glows. 
Tides stretch white tipped branches,
wearing ornaments of light.

Wild waves weave together 
like wishful lovers.
Unity understood is powerful. 
Floating logs are nature's love letters
of proud timber
lost to technology, time or storm.

Sailboats slide over swells,
for they are ocean's tipping hats
to solitude and soul.

Sunset seeps like molten lava,
melting into midnight blues.
Restless colors reach as day's final rays.

Full moon beats as a pearl heart
against night's lungs.
Stars flutter as butterflies above soft sea.

A sigh drifts by as a simple cloud.
Lighthouses glint and gleam,
through gentle winds.

June 10th 2007

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016

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Seven ships sailed to Salem

Seven ships sailed south to Salem
Sacks of spices sweet sacks of salt
Riding wave’s ridges roughly
Roughly riding seas to south

Blue shallows secrets silent secluded traps
With coral teeth and rocky cracks
Fountains sprout from huge fish backs
The Kraken awaits amidst ruined ships
With sharp hungry salivating mouth

Yet the captain steers clear of this fear
As ports draw close and harbours near
And as the schooners dock and anchor
As the seven ships docked safe
And sound in Salem’s port
On Salem’s ground

Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014

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Sailing on Home

While the water’s whitened waves
Flew forth fast in foamy sprays
All amidst an airy act
Blowing, blasting, beating back
Seeing swarthy, seaward sailing ships
Onward o’er the ocean dips
Upward, downward, driving days
Seeking harbors, havens haste their ways
The ships sail sure in stormy seas
Calmly coursing comes a breeze
Now softly sailing, slides the ship
Muffled, mellow, made my trip

Copyright © John Squires | Year Posted 2015

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Supposing boats could swim and fish could sail—pertaining purpose would still prevail
starfish fall from the sky, twinkling planets up high, under ocean beds would lie
tides and currents would be still, skies above strident storms may generate at will
sharks in playful schools through waves spiral--dive, dolphins lone predators-contrive--deprive 
miniature colourful whales in playful schools, bloated rainbow spectrum aqua-species-- singular jewels
shorelines becoming distant perspectives of orange and blue
horizons washing through loamy sand, battered shells accrue


an overture, not odd-- merely Oceans opposing allure

Copyright© May 2013—Kim van Breda

Copyright © Kim van Breda | Year Posted 2013

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Wave Dancing

I like to dance
To writhe and wriggle
On ceaseless crests
Beneath my bottom

I like to swing
From side to side
Sublime swells
Anchoring angst

I like to gyrate
Between boulders
Of liquid laughs
Caressing chuckles

I like to undulate
Along my abdomen
Rippling raucously
Joking jollily

I like to float
Away to anywhere
Without a worry
Where we wander

I like to heave
To buck and bray
To brave the briny
Scathing spray

Wild white horses
Won't keep me cowed
My deep darling
And I are an item.

Copyright © Daniel Davies | Year Posted 2016

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Starboard Saints

starboard saints
rowing ridges over
trembling tides, we're 
brewing boulders topped with
wintery whitecaps
sinking slowly, we whisper
defeated dirges to the
abyssal plains


Copyright © A.E. Rivenbark | Year Posted 2014

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Seven swarthy swimmers Sailboard so silently Surfing stormy seas 31st July 2016

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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Brenda's Beguiling Boatman

Beautiful Brenda was bewitched by a man she created in her novel,
Blissfully absorbed in her imagination with this man she marveled.
Boats and the sea were his lifelong passions.
Besotted with the ocean, it sparked supreme satisfaction.

Beguiled with this boater, Dan, the author had imagined,
Brenda futilely fantasized about this blue-eyed man with abandon.
By chance, she was invited on a cocktail cruise with some friends.
Brenda decided she needed a break from her passionless pretend.

Blustery and brilliant, the day azurely arrived.
Brenda was unaware a blind date had been craftily contrived.
Befuddled at first she met this new man called Ben.
Blushing and irresistible, the inevitable dance began.

Ben was uncannily alike the magnificent man in her book,
Brawny, with a sensational smile that required a second look.
Ben was the boat owner, and loved the seductive sea like Dan.
But he was not imaginary, and the romance took off and ran!

Written for "Brenda" Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Awarded 1st Place

Copyright © Brenda McGrath | Year Posted 2016

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You can touch, if you wish, the sunlight there,
watch her run listless fingers through her hair,
and taste, with surprise, the tears from her eyes—
dark, like the boundless blue seas and the skies.

Long ago, Brenda dived deep into the page,
broke bonds with the shore in a bid to engage,
rivers of passion that had no release,
so she fashioned a boatman to broker her peace.

With wave upon wave, and word upon word,
she sailed in circles, drawn by the cord,
bemused by the baffling myst'ry she found—
that she begged for words from lips without sound.

Brenda knew what she wanted, but bitterly sighed—
like the breezes that blew her boatman aside. 

18 September 2016

Written for "Brenda" contest, sponsored by Julia Ward

Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2016