**Example for my contest.**
Visions of my past why are they following me?
Leave me the h3!! Alone,
Let me be, the earth is my home.
I am not willing to fly free allowing my deception to roam free.
A passion I no longer see.
I find myself lying on this grass all alone.
Tears caused by my saddened past.
How can I hear the ocean waves, only trees surround me?
A life I cry why me?
I have no guide to show me how
I have been all alone before the age of one.
I have nothing to call my own.
What is that chirping sound?
Allowing me to live knowing my mother, did not care.
An embryo in her womb, safe in your care.
My mother's destruction pulled me out of a life that was not for me.
Where is my guide?
Crickets chirping soundly, how is that supposed to comfort me?
Do you not care for me? Why do you send the smallest insect to laugh at me?
Every time I fall to the ground, a chirping is the only sound.
I'm not ready to be rescued, I have not found my final stop.
Why is this insane insect in front of me?
Is that an annoying sound just for me?
What a silly way to show me who and what you can be!
Thinking of you in the biggest form.
An insect I can hardly see.
Why did it not come to me, on wings?
Do you mock all those times I fell onto the ground?
It was not the ocean waves I heard.
It was always the sounds of millions of crickets around me.
Showing me your power can come in any form, shape, and size.
Next time stings your way into my life like a bee.
. By; p.d.
~~LOL, my worse poem ever~~
~~LOL, what was I thinking~~
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010
From this rocky height
In the morning light,
Everything I see
Reminds me of Your love;
Seagulls, as they cry
Like the angels fly
By the restless sea
Or in the skies above.
Waves crash far below,
Droplets fall like snow;
Everywhere I look
Reminds me of Your grace:
Colors bloom and fade,
Everything You've made
Like an open book
Reveals Your hidden face.
Brighter than the sun,
Deeper than the sea;
You're the only One
That means the world to me:
Stronger than the waves,
Firmer than this stone;
You're the One who saves,
Lord, You, and You alone.
Higher than the sky,
Far spread as the winds;
Lord, You chose to die
To save me from my sins:
Faithful as the tide
And the break of day;
Always by my side,
Remain there, Lord, I pray.
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014
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
It ripples and waves.
Its soothing to the touch and it runs over your body like an invisible blanket.
When life is too much to take I run to the water.
I've thought about lost loved ones over the view of the ocean.
As the waves ran over my toes and pulled back it was as if God was telling me I'm here.
I see your pain. I see your passion. In time I will wash them away.
When it rains, it stirs something inside of my heart. I know that as this storm shall pass, so will the trials of life.
The pain will be washed away. All will grow new again.
Pain is water.
Joy is water.
Life it water.
Water is beauty.
Copyright © Misty Hoot | Year Posted 2013
A hollow bottle floats amiss in an infinite sea,
A sea teaming with vibrant colors and wondrous life forms,
Yet the bottle says to himself, "I am so all alone."
Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014
Written April 24, 2013
Beside me, the weeds are overgrown
Against my house, my home
Those streets I used to roam
As a child young and free
Oh how the time has flown
From here and there in history
There lies a time that comforts me
Words and letters overused
All the paths I have perused
On the journey for the key
Of happiness towards which this leads
Or so I used to think
Before the system found
What it aimed to find
Beneath the shutters and blinds, of my mind
Do you know the way
That man will follow knelt to pray
Of the lamb and jars of clay
The man who makes us wait and stay
For what feels eternity
The ocean sprays its misty breeze
On everyone who stops to see
The light and dark caressing me
O'er purple mountain majesty
Come and rest your head with me
Come tell us of your tragedy
And when you'll send my way a sign
And how you'll get the blind to see
Oh cup of trembling will you be
The judging wave come over me
Or will you wait and part the sea
When I'm prepared to see
Tell me all that you may know
From the melting of the snow
Bares nature's bosom in the glow
Of the moon, and the sun
Does it matter who has won
No matter where the river runs
The dark of night will always come
Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013
She has been gaining on us
Our hold heavy
With burdensome loot
Our riggings pock-marked
From the shot of exchanges
And the stress of this South Sea.
Duties never change
Sometimes lightened with song
But many a time
On our knees scrubbing.
Or hauling sheets
Or scampering aloft.
We know our lowliness
Those skeletons of drink, darkness
And debauchery ashore.
Captain reads us Psalms
Many a morn
But the images are so foreign
Like an exotic verdant isle
Not yet landed.
And this other bonnie ship
Gaining this late afternoon
All sails full and profiting
This might be the last
Of our nights for this flag.
Close watch to lights and breeze
And who are they?
And whose Crown?
And will we be shackled
Or given happy privilege
To serve and strain
And sing yet again?
For a different Captain
Headed for a different land?
With what seems
Totally different purpose.
(* Salvation starts with total despair of self, leading to an overthrow, a boarding, and a subjugation with ultimate gladness to a different Captain and King. Think I'm gonna sail away with Him.)
Copyright © Doug Blair | Year Posted 2016
I’ve suppressed so much inside of me, positive and negative.
The accumulation has grown to the size of an ocean.
However large I protect it discreetly, with great precision and intensity.
This creates a dilemma, now that I feel God leading
me into a place of greater expression, a place
that will lead to the draining of my coveted ocean.
In this place the days of the small, sprinkle-sized expressions
come to an end
I’m scared of this place.
If my ocean is drained you will see who
I really am - that is my biggest fear.
My mind hates this, but my Spirit knows I
It’s all so crazy, but if God is truly behind this I know He
is not the author of confusion.
With that said, I guess it’ll all just have to make
more sense as my coveted ocean drains….
Copyright © Evan Mitchell | Year Posted 2017