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Details | Rhyme |


I was the one with the color-blue eyes, 
you were the wind on the sea. 
Of all the oceans tossed by your kiss 
why did it have to be me? 

                                                Pardon this wind for causing the wave. 
                                                One as free-spirited as I 
                                                was myself surprised, your gravity called, 
                                                your lips I could not deny. 

A soaring breeze calms not a sea 
and I would be remiss, 
to think my journey to your heart 
began with but a kiss. 

                                                Why would you wonder, oh King of the deep 
                                                did you not feel the spark, the magic? 
                                                You wound my heart, with thoughts that start 
                                                to doubt my intent, it’s tragic. 

Indeed I felt it, burning deep, 
your spark inflamed desire. 
Enraptured now, I long for more, 
my heart a raging fire. 

                                                 Arise, my King, from current doubt 
                                                 and begin to breathe anew. 
                                                 Haven't I hovered long enough 
                                                 for you to get a clue? 

Bend, oh Queen, yield your will 
and we will rise above, 
the ebb and tide of mortal bane 
swept away in love. 

                                                  Into your ocean I'll sail my vessel 
                                                  on a course set sound as stone. 
                                                  Prepare yourself oh majesty 
                                                  for I will share your throne.

A Collaborative Write by KIM PATRICE NUNEZ and JOHN WULF
16 April 2015
Poem of the Day - 18 April 2015

Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Perfect Storm

From the forest, deep, she came
Like a jaguar, quietly prowling
Drawn there by my late-day flame
Typhoon in the distance howling.

Black hair with a coal-blue sheen
Eyes like ink and faultless form
Linen sun dress, white and clean
Tawdry tan, my perfect storm.

White-cap sea foam licked the sun
Then softly tasted sweet, its bright
Slow melting on that briny tongue
And savoring still, the fading light.

There beside the aqua ocean
Palm fronds laid in proper form
With sublime and torrid motion
We let loose our perfect storm.

High above, the Perseids streamed
Weeping sky with tears of fire
Wishes granted as we dreamed
Meant for fools to thus inspire.

Flightless angel birthed in darkness
Wrapped me in her pinions, warm
Sacred embers, cold and sparkless
Burning for my perfect storm ...

Lost in her ... my perfect storm.

** FIRST PLACE in the "Standard Contest Number 340" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor. **

** SIXTH PLACE in the "A Perfect Storm" Poetry Contest, Craig Cornish, Sponsor. **

Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |


Fastening my grip on you, throwing my head up high Where colours fight in sunlight bright enough to blind me Vortices, one after another, dizzyingly maelstroms of words disappear unspoken Will they drown me those waves, will they drown me can I come up and breathe again? can I hold on and survive? Waves riding the board with you blue sky opens to warm glow of the sunlight from where I am the shore is near I relax, while you steer small waves rippling lulling me to sleep *** August 22, 2017 Copyright © Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Terza Rima |

Private Quarters

Faraway magic sparks inside distant dreams awaken tears
spells under a smiling moon casting shadows out howls lonely
within deep soft moving feelings lights all candles in four chambers bright

Silver whispers one lone wolf cries princess moonlighting ball faraway dance
flying on wings across many oceans sweet warmly beams kiss beat stop
Crystal reflections breaking thought vision shatter mirror apex
Over snow mountain under a white blanket hidden inside cold turkey trembles
howls deep chilling winds covered in grey cloud capped silver to gun barrel grey 
Striking hot air parting with a bolt lightening strikes the deepest cord

Gasping blows out in waves breathless crashing the highest notes holding 
the deepest key reality rippling currents sparking drumbeats skip faster sparks 
Growling grumbles to the Heaven's roar almighty bang ignite

Fading away into mountain echoes into a town called Sunday cross an honor 
Exquisite faraway beauty you stand out one flower among'st roses brightly
dazzle crowning blossoms stargazing lights up the dark Trawbega bay shore

Amazing colors adorable star spangling treasures gift pure to kiss holding hands
shading from the heart's desire misting dream of dreams promise wish 
rainbows sweeping within deep mysterious beauty in your eyes awestruck

Melt with me into the shadows of another world floating mystery
Jewels of the Nile drifting deeply over ocean sands warmly embraced 
in one treasure holding vision paradise queen swept away beautiful valentine  

unrhymed terset

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |

Wherefrom Enlightenment Dwells

To define innocence in the
countenance of a child's smile
and love's eminence in wildflowers,
conceive infinity in exalted ocean's roar
whilst summer breezes glance splendor
flourishing jasmine and hummingbirds
amidst evermore expansive sunrises,
whence space and time ceases to exist 
thereupon shall enlightenment dwell

Copyright © Paloma P | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |


Mute but immutable. Unmoving, unmoveable; timeless, yet tireless. Solitary stalwart sentinel surveils undulating horizon. Aberrant, achromatic clouds pock-mark the skies, as distant rumblings herald his adversary's latest gambit in their age-old conflict. The wrath of a thousand crashing, clashing, thrashing fists batter against the beleaguered sentry. Ceaselessly, remorselessly, the maelstrom assails him. But the foundations are firm and noble gatekeeper stands steadfast. Single-minded of purpose, placid custodian morphs into combatant as his luminous, voluminous blade carves luminescent arcs through chthonic cloak. Tenebrous tendrils wither and dissipate, impotent under intense lambent onslaught. His victory is only fleeting, as vanquished foes are summarily supplanted by more of their ilk in a seemingly continual surge. Again and again, over and over, tormentor presses the attack, exploiting any weakness. Over and over, again and again, valiant warden repels the barrage and despatches his enemies. And so the pattern repeats endlessly, unabated, as these eternal opponents jostle for position in a perpetual cycle of aggression and defence. Until eventually, finally, ultimately, the stale-mate is broken; when Tempest's tantrum is tamed and Blizzard's battalions have been banished, all is calm. Tranquillity is able to reassert herself and order has finally been restored; at least for the foreseeable future. Obligations fulfilled, the triumphant Guardian can now rest. Until the need arises again, until he's called upon once more, he will wait patiently, watch diligently, in unflagging vigilance. Forever resolute, a beacon of sanctuary, a symbol of hope, his is a thankless task, but the Protector of Mariners will always be needed. ----------------------------------- (C) John C Michaels, 27 July 2017 For Eve Roper's "Lighthouse" Contest. (1st Place)

Copyright © John Michaels | Year Posted 2017

Details | Blank verse |

Heart Of The Sea

  Heart of the sea,deeper 
than a chasm-insatiable 
monster like the 
    Habouring the wrecks 
sunken ships and 
treasures,the abode of 
the titanic.
    Silent but troublesome.
Nereus safe haven and 
the Nereids on errand 
riding dolphins-saving or 
destroying at your will 
strange presence.
   Waves spread to all 
within minutes of your 
    Heart of the sea,so 
vast that a journey on 
you can't be 
accomplished without 
your guide.
   A shimmering rare 
looming underneath.   
Underneath u coldness is 
cast into oblivion-a 
warmth to the 
    Heart of the sea is like 
heart of a woman-always 
pregnant after delivery.
Who can fathom your 

Name:Ifeanyi Bob 
(Baron Of Ebullion)

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Alliteration |

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

Details | I do not know? |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |

Watching the Sun Rise

At first the sun's fingers
Poke up just a bit,
Seeming to find the ocean's ledge,
They grab a hold of it.

With radiant arms extended,
It raises itself higher,
Then sits upon the ocean's rim -
A fuzzy ball of fire.

Copyright © Raven Howell | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative |

morning shower

Morning Shower

This morning I have carefully slumbered into the bathroom to start the shower
Groggy and tired I turn the control counterclockwise to a satisfying temperature
I step inside the cubical and shiver with the initial shock of water pouring on me
My body starts to melt as the warmth covers me like a warm blanket

Worries and agendas come seeping through the shower tiles like unavoidable green monsters
Clouds of steam give a ferocious roar and the mischievous scoundrels scamper off into hiding,
Knowing that they will return once again

I’m taken to some place new
A beach with sand white as snow and the sun’s rays kissing every inch of my skin;
With the sounds of a soothing melody and a reggae beat off in the distance
I don’t recall the song but find myself knowing every word and sing along,
As my mood is calmed and contented 

Copyright © Madison Mittelbrun | Year Posted 2014

Details | Narrative |


Everything was in the right place; the shoes, books, furniture, utensils, remote control…. His house always smelled of fresh air, although it was hundreds of miles away from the ocean.

“Your house smells like a beach-house!” his friends told him.

He knew his house was far from being called a beach-house. It had no fishing harpoons, fishing nets, scuba diving suits or shells. In fact, he hated the ocean.
Three years back, his perfectionism had landed him a job in an environmental movement company. A research lab was set for him close to the beach.

One Saturday morning, he saw a turtle floating close to him. It was still, its body dancing only to the motion of waves. BP oil spills and chemical wastes suddenly haunted his mind. He now saw oil rigs and floating marine animals all around him. Quickly he jumped out of the ocean as though he had spotted a shark’s dorsal fin, a dozen feet away.

“I’ll never stay around imperfection!” he swore to himself.

Neatness then became his pilgrimage. He took one last bottle of vodka to erase the memories about the ocean, and moved to live in a place not close to any water bodies.

Sometimes he eats fish and lobsters with difficulty. An imagination of a contaminated ocean close to him scares him stiff to hold his knife and fork.    

Current Contest Name: Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please - 2

Previous Contest Name: SHORT STORY

Date the Previous Contest was Finalized: 9/27/2016

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Open Ocean

where the open ocean meets lush lands in between are the constant shifting sands among the reeds and rushes creatures leap like fleas scales not skins things with fins swim in azure seas shoreline so pristine crystal clear and clean

Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part VI

Water licks your feet
Far cry from the beating sun
Desert sand to sea

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...

it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

My Wishes are Simple

My Wishes are Simple

My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.

My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.

My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

The Rain

I make haste to the earth 
And anoint its rebirth
When my mother, the cloud, is above, 
And then mildly caress 
The irradiant dress
Of the hills with immaculate love. 

I descend upon leas 
And respond to their pleas
When they pine for my kiss in their thirst;
Then I nourish with ease, 
As they flow to the seas, 
All the rivers whose growth I have nursed. 

I protect, as I fly, 
Bashful lovers who lie
Undisturbed in their secretive nests,
While the world is at bay 
And far out of their way
On its tiresome, oblivious quests. 

When the spring air is dry, 
I breathe out with a sigh
And the flowers all bloom at my will
And, when autumn is near, 
I shed many a tear
O’er the moors while the granaries fill. 

Inconsolable birds 
Voice their songs without words
In their fond expectation of me,
And then play in the sun 
Once their hearts I have won
With the gift of how warm I can be. 

I roam, wave upon wave, 
When the mariners crave
The sweet taste of moist myrrh on their lips;
Then I plunge and dissolve, 
Rise anew and evolve
Into fog which embraces their ships. 

From high crests I oft wend 
And with care do I tend
To the needs of all green’ry on earth, 
Whom I raise from the ground 
In a medley unbound
With tall giants of singular girth. 

Over mountains I creep, 
Upon castles I weep
As they slowly concede to decay; 
Then I cover in moss 
All that crumbles to loss
When men die and may not have their say. 

Once my tears are all gone, 
I give way to the sun
And my brilliant sprays overshine
All that flashes on high 
And bewitches the eye
On a bow decked in splendor divine. 

Though in change I am donned, 
I’m the bridge and the bond
Between heaven and earth in their strife;
I am shy yet sublime, 
Unaffected by time,
As refulgent in death as in life.

Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com

Copyright © Eton Langford | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |


When the storm is over you
And you feel the ocean waves
Crashing and pushing you around
Let me be your lighthouse

When you feel your strength waning
And you can’t swim anymore
If the waves won’t let you float
Let me be your lighthouse

If you feel the rocks below
Cutting and hurting your tired body
And you think of letting go
Let me be your lighthouse

If the pain becomes too much
And the storm inside makes you sink
If you have no more hope
Let me be your lighthouse

Let me lend you my strength
For my light will show the way
To calm and peaceful oceans
Where you can rest and refrain

From sinking in the dark abyss
For my light will keep you afloat
It will keep the dangers at bay
Until you can reach the shore

Let me lend you my strength
Let me be your support rock
Until you can conquer the pain
Until you can defeat the storm

Then the strength you have inside
Will shine white and bright
Your light will join mine
And there will be two lighthouses

December 31, 2016

Copyright © Claudia Polydoro | Year Posted 2016

Details | Iambic Pentameter |

Tides of Life

This ocean so full of constant commotion,
for many it can be the horn of plenty, 
if they know how to trudge on with devotion,
else its infinite choices can so portent be.

To swim true and graceful towards what you're made for,
mind not yet its depths while you train your own stroke,
deep torrid allure appears life's most sought out shore,
yet master no stroke and so soon wind up broke.

Just as a hatchling trains it's wings 'fore first flight,
never hatching from egg to jump up with wings spread,
for if this way was true none's thoughts would hold fright,
to practice and learn will allow that fright shed.

Doubtless those greatest in life's endless ocean,
or even the ones which most deem as gentry,
always proceed with true sense and good notion,
else they be sea choked or smashed onto jetty.

Youthful minds might think this way slow or a bore,
but to jump in the depth they sink, gasp and choke,
that path shall alas lead them straight to Death's door,
mind, body and spirit  soaked, bloated then broke.

So  watch and learn careful from those who've done right,
respect to learn best gain great wisdom, lose dread,
these words if so heeded shall bypass much blight
tides pushing you forward to life's greatest stead.

Copyright © KalMiQAz ProLiterate I | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |


Up comes the ocean
Wave, froth and story
Awesome commotion
Stupendous glory                                                
The doors are open

The doors are open
Tumult in still silence
Churning in the water
Now the silence sweet 
In the seventh heaven

In the seventh heaven
As we smell the salt
The sea comes to a halt
For a tiny moment of
Beauty just begotten 

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

The Sieve of Time

The Sieve of Time

Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,

Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.

Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.

Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 


embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

Drifting Mainly

You belong to me mate 	 ( Intro )
And that be that!
Get on board
And grab your hat!

The ship was aghast at its new passenger	( Verse )
Like disdain for the lives that they now left behind,
Newcomers were scarce 
And they never would last
But I held up my chin nice and high.

The bloke who took me screamed	( Pre-chorus )
“Mop up the deck we’ve got things to do!” 
But I said sir, 
I’m just a boy and don’t know what’s to do.

And he said		( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Taking the seas for more than eight moons
We found islands and loot
That was bigger than most.
The taste of sea air 
With its wind in my hair
Took me away to this new life I lead.

After mopping the deck 
He grabbed my hand and screamed
 “Steer this ship boy!”
But I said sir,
I’m just a lad and don’t know where to go.

So the crew yelled	( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shore
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Surprising to me 
Was my unshaven face
The captain looked on 
And smiled with grace,
We stopped at a place 
Where the women were loose and didn’t mind
If we took a peak.

He said “Now you’re a man so let’s get on that boat,
We got places to be and some people to rope,
So grab that sword and drop that mop
Cause you’re no longer a boy in my eyes.”

I practiced the duel with the men in the crew
The captain took eye to my devilish pride,
And he took me aside and said 
 “Even in death I’m gonna miss you boy 
But don’t let it strike you 
Or kill your spirits
Cause even time can beat out the Grim.”

Then in the darkness came fire and screams,
Our vessel had stopped after fourteen years,
The crew fought hard and beat most of the men
But now, my Captain was dead.

We took the new ship watching ours sink deep
Saying goodbye to our drowning escape,
The crew turned towards me and asked
“What do we do?” and I smiled,
And they did to.

And we yelled    ( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Takin what’s mine
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Island of Fantasy

In front goes the emerald ocean
On the shores the oysters seek pearls
Come inside me in silence or commotion
Let the curls unfurl in myriad colors

As the glow-worm signals its companion
Under the green and brown coconut tree
In that flash with the ocean abandon
Pour me a cup of Darjeeling tea

An earthen cup made by the island girls
A saucer same neither big nor small
In the oyster sits the becoming pearl
The spoon resting against the cup’s wall

Under the scattered light of moon and star
We shall be what we actually are
In front comes the emerald ocean
Quiet smiles the fulfilled motion
June 4, 2016
For Island of Fantasy Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

The Reach for the Hidden Blue

Oh my dear,
your eyes are the deep boughs 
of blue that 
be suspended upon the sky line.
and like a child I reach my arms up 
and stand on my tippy toes just
to have my palm touch something 
so ethereal. and when I look into 
your eyes,your winding blue iris eyes;
I feel safe, comforted by 
their loyal warmth, 
Your mysticism my dear,
is one that brings the Essence 
of the red rose- 
it linger’s stealthily into

the apples of my cheek’s.
The gaze; oh dear, the wide pupils
the deeper blue that 
came from the ocean of 
your thoughts.it makes my own sea green eyes 
ripple with a crystal blue attraction,that bewilder those around;
I see you. through the peepholes of 
the tree’s ablaze with the gloaming of the sun.

I hear your patient 
tone through the soft 
melodies of wind.
When I draw quiet,
you notice- and retreat into your 
mind,and when you think I'm 
not looking through the 
corner of my eye…
that I don't see you- 
the words- ask her.. speak.
there you look to me 
and I acknowledge your unfaltering gaze.
and there your mind 
hums the genuine words to speak to me;
You stutter, and make the air taut around us,
my mind just sails effortlessly into your eyes my dear…
and yours to mine- we each become 
immersed in fantasy of each others minds eye.
For me- a clear ocean with soft winds 
that of your gentleness.
and you- the sea green waters that pool
into an infinite stream of constant tenderness
from my heart. 
Oh my dear…my longing to be with you,
the gratitude I attain and put forth to the Universe
and the stars above be the shared
love I feel; You gesture me to 

come be next to you- just so you can steal a glance at me when I'm lost on my own cloud- floating away into infinity.
we don't touch. but our eyes and our hearts synchronize 
and beat at the same toll. but when we do- brush each other accidentally we both share the same cloud; So my dear, if I may tell you 
the fluttering of my heart-the soaring of my being,smolders in thought of you.

We be young, 
still climbing tree’s, floating on clouds
touching the elusive possibilities…
I still will forever hold the 

the memento’s you give me in a gilded chest
sealed closed, Until we whisper outside our thoughts and the woe’s 
subside… that cause us to go woozy into the light step of bliss.
But forevermore dear I hold our 
undiscovered love- until it is time to free it from its chest,and give it wings to glide with. For here it be cupped in the palms of my childhood 

forever kept with me.

Copyright © Madison Demetros | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |


The water in my chest,
And my eyes, they burn,
Lungs burst for air,
They are losing all their turn.

My eyes see the light,
That swims in the water,
And as I sink,
My lungs burn hotter.

I try to breathe,
Yet only choke,
I scratch for the surface,
Pray that it be broke.

But I know that I,
Will soon touch sand,
But only beneath the waves,
I will never touch land.

So I close my eyes,
To be engulfed by the dark,
As as i slip away,
Shines bright,  the mark.

The deeper I go,
My dress cling to me,
As I drown,
To the bottomless sea.

Copyright © GENESIS QUIHUIS | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Sea Song

Oh precious, dulcet diva, Oceantide ...
You, of sand and foam and seadrift,
All your moods and meanderings
Speak deep my spirit, wistful and wan,
Musings captured, gist enraptured.

I listen, close ...

On those warm and windy days, your
Voice cuts clear, carries with it the joy
Of sun sprites alighting on wave tops,
Hopping crest-to-crest like so many
Gold pieces tumbling from pockets, laden.

I listen, rapt ...

Becalmed days, the lull of low tide ...
Gentle swells reach their arms ashore,
The cold brine washing sand and shell
Like breezes sweeping the grasslands ...
Rolling, as imagination rolls in the mind.

I listen, soft ...

Whispering in my ear of the secret
Dark places in my heart, exquisite,
Shadowy realms where passion and
Reverie hide, pulsing with urge, aphotic,
Warm, enigmatic feelings flow and ebb.

I listen, true ...

An ocean storm's raging beauty, thus,
Somber clouds, splashed Payne's Gray,
Swirl cruelly as Neptune flits his tresses,
Sea sirens lament with angry screams as
Their backs are broken on reef and rock.

I listen, soft ...

Gentle swells lapping brief, the sand,
Moon rising to the lullaby of a bell buoy,
Its tender peals coaxing the moonlight to
Shore, Luna's light tiptoeing gently atop
To join the phosphorescent waterline,
(Not to wake the slumbering breezes). 

I listen, sad ...

The gulls and terns laugh at the folly,
A man strains his ageing ears to the song
Of the tides that he loves so completely,
The most divine and elegant aria known,
And a voice so immortal and pure, that
It will croon on, long after there is naught ...

Left to listen.

Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

water trumpet

     water trumpet

under quiet

lonely conch shell

ebb and flow

ancestor echoes
into my ear 

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

Within Me

Within Me

Flowing through the rivulets of my everyday thoughts,
memories of you surface, gasping for air, breathing in,
permeating, absorbed by the pores of my ageing skin.

Famished, greedily gulping mouthfuls of fractured life,
awash in distant yesteryear, when your feathery kisses,
banished the vacuum, dispelling my anguish and strife.

You are eternally carved, and embroidered into my soul,
I wash ashore, smashing against the boulders of the now,
seeking solace, begging for absolution with my empty bowl.

The book of fate is sealed shut, the tea-leaves have been read,
nothing remains within me, the burden of smiling has been shed.

Now I am stranded, between dreams and the empty years ahead,
searching for forgiveness, in the miles I have yet to wearily tread.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |

Below the Surface

Below the surface is a whole new world
Of magic and delight to be unfurled

Below the surface, is a wealth of treasure
Of exquisite beauty that’s without measure

Below the surface of my deep blue sea
Is the secret storehouse of fantasy

Below the surface is where you’ll find
The treasures of my heart and mind

Below the surface at depths extreme
Is where you’ll find that buried dream

Below the surface, is where I come alive
In my depths, I know, you desire to dive

Below the surface, is where I keep my soul
If you go deep enough, I’ll make you whole

Below the surface, is where magic lies
Start the descent there now through my eyes

Below the surface, I’m waiting for you
Come down, my love, swim in love so true

Below the surface, vibrant you will feel
That surreal world, for you I’ll make real 

Below the surface, you will beg to stay…
In my ocean depth, passion drenched each day!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

Port of Call

Port of Call

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,

and dips.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013