If the lovely breeze had a name
we could drift together as two dandelion wishes
floating wanton on foamy winds.
If the river were rolling, gently
we could slide in and swim
for hours, without rushing
and love is like that.
Love is like still water
standing so deep in a vessel
yet so easily broken upon the smallest of stones;
scattered, and yet-
from this another river begins
(as you begin)
How lovely if you had a name
I would call out to you
and I would hear your reply as
the wind blowing, the water rushing
and not your echoes
as you trickled across so many small, jagged stones
Copyright © Meggan Rogalski | Year Posted 2006
Ode To A Wave
Traveling around the world
Pushed by tropical winds
You grow and fall
Only to grow ever stronger
Carrying ships and jetsam
Even moving lands before you
You are as destructive as you are beautiful
Yet, after your travels
At the end of your life
A child laughs and dances
As you tickle their feet as you roll across the sand
And then you are gone
Except in that child’s smile
Copyright © R. e. taylor | Year Posted 2016
My heart sleeps by the Ocean.. Give me beach therapy please..
When all this world's troubles come upon me.. just let me dip my feet in the sea..
I don't ask for much just a little sand between my toes
Enough to make this ole girl go ooohhh lala and away she goes..
When it's time for me to return back to reality..
I'll just stay here a little longer living in Peace you see..
Because the sand, the waves, the pure blue, green water is where I long to be..
Nothing can take place of living at the beach in splendid harmony..
Walking with Jesus is where I'll be living in serenity..
Talking to him about all the things I see..
Just pouring out my heart to him makes me feel free..
I want look back at all the things I left behind
because they want matter to me this time..
I'm on the beach you see where life is happy as can be..
Just to feel the wind upon my face as those waves come in it makes my heart race..
Ahh the feeling is so grand all the stress of life there's not a strand..
Ohh my see that beach over there that's it that's the place God gave to me,
My my look at it glow.. More beautiful than a diamond in a bridal show..
I found my home where I belong..
Now I can finally sing my greatest song..
Copyright © Rose Stephens | Year Posted 2015
Water, water everywhere
Flowing here, flowing there
Flows, flows all about
In this way and travel out
Time is such a flow.
Meant to keep one and all in tow.
Disagree with it's rules
Break the pattern made for fools.
Keep bright your goals, your dreams
Make them true despite what seems.
Be bright and alive today!
Tomorrow, the future is at your sway.
Into a shining future jet.
Decide to win and it will flow
Decide to lose and it goes slow.
Over time you have won!
Time, time everywhere
Flowing here, flowing there.
Water, water all about
Flowing in, flowing out.
Copyright © James Plett | Year Posted 2013
Ode to the Narwhal
The marine waters have some animals, which are as graceful as they could be.
And one such aquatic creature is the narwhal, the unicorn of the sea.
Swimming with a horn tearing up the turquoise tides,
The Arctic waters is where this porpoise resides.
Oh narwhal, the sun shines on your grey whale skin;
And then you swim below eating small fish with fins.
Oh narwhal, how did you get that beautiful horn on your head?
You truly are one quirky beast of the sea bed.
So I wish that you don’t get hunted down & live on for 40 years,
Lest the sea level would rise with your brothers’ gloomy tears.
Sometimes I feel like drifting in the blue, be strayed away & lost,
Plunging in the frigid waters of the Northern Frost.
Oh narwhal, welcome me to your aquatic domain.
Teach me how to dive to glory, help me to relieve my pain.
Keep on living underwater while I write this ode,
Perhaps one day, I will witness your magical abode.
Copyright © The Moustached Bard | Year Posted 2015
Ode to Water
Water is crystal clear with many forms
The sweet sound of it pouring tempts my dry mouth
It’s too cold to touch, too hot to touch, too scarce to touch
The taste is too valuable to waste and impossible to aquire
Copyright © Liala Zaray | Year Posted 2011
you won't believe that Donald trump is secretly a slug
you wont believe that once I ate a bug
you wont believe that jesus was actually a bro
you wont believe that finn loves poe
you wont believe that eggs are actually made of glue
you wont believe that the sky is not the colour blue
you wont believe that under all of the laws of aviation a bee should not be able to fly
you don't believe that if you don't comment on this poem...
... I will cry
Copyright © ur mom | Year Posted 2016
radiant sun shines laurel of meadow sage glows fragrant flowers rise across swooning bay voice settled in the woodland good morning Fresia a lullaby flew In the Morra nightingales dancing in the trees 1/13/2014
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014
The following poem is an slightly abridged and liberal translation of the poetic opening verses from Ch.31 of Upasaka Xia Lian Ju’s Infinite Life Sutra:
Wisdom as vast as the boundless sea,
Bodhi as high and wide as Meru peak,
Their halos bright beyond sunbeam,
Surpassing the moon’s luminous gleam.
Their hearts white and serene like snowy hills,
Their patience as enduring as the fields,
Their calm minds like pristine waters
That wash away the defiling dusts,
Their profound insight as keen as fire,
Burning away all worry and fraught,
Non abiding and breezing o’er any mire,
Sounds of Dharma: striking lightning,
Warning the deluded to wisdom ripen,
Pouring forth truth like soothing sweet dew,
Their grace like canopies of Linden trees,
Cool shades of respite for you and for me.
Poem released into Public Domain.
Copyright © Brian Chung | Year Posted 2016
There's nothing much I'd die for,
for nothing much I'd cry,
but for dear old Ireland
I would prepare to lie
dying upon the fields of green.
Never have I seen it, though tales
I have been told, of heros, legends
and battles, the glory days of old.
Eire's isle I have sprung and die for
it I would; before all gold and riches
here, for give me this land never could.
For has it given me my language, my lineage,
Blood is thicker than water or so it has
been said...and here alas the water runs
when in Ireland clan's blood is shed.
The Protestant against the Catholic,
the Nationlist against them all...the Unionist's,
and their parties and those English dogs.
And fight for the cause I would have I been back in 1916
when the Easter rising was fighting and dying like
Oppression, slavery and killings, those casualties of war,
they only fought for vengence for the millions who starved.
The truth of England's cruelty has shown throughout the years
and even as half-bred Englishman I sweat of Ireland's tears.
Erin go braugh I shout to all who may be passing by,
Erin go braugh, I'll ne'er shy away for that ancient Isle is
mine. Erin go braugh I love you and home I wish I'd
be...but there I am whenever I dream, whenever I'm
in peaceful sleep.
Copyright © Aime Ailean | Year Posted 2010
You are sneaky,
hiding in the pipes,
seeking release like
a leaking rainbow.
in night caravans
on the backpacks
of sleepy camels
at my bathroom
in your delicate
corner of spring,
to burst forth
like a cloud
over the sand dune of dreams.
like a mirage,
bones, hands, feet,
from the sands
of a dry night sleep,
dragging and groping
in the dark.
the curtains inside
your cubicle of rain
I step into myself
and away from the world.
steamy portal of
into a surround sound of rain
dropped and splayed
like a million
good mornings - all,
snapping and peeling
against my skin,
pelting like dull,
exploding like rolling
of quiet thunder,
that I turn
to receive you,
and so vast
that I lose myself
in the turning.
the water wall of drums
that beat deep
within the forest
beneath the arc
of the metal
rainbow, and I
sip and sip
the purple monsoon
of your morning shower song.
Copyright © Pio Jasso | Year Posted 2017
last kiss kiss
kinda hard to resist
laughter of our demise
circle ing times flat lines
existance persisting past
chances drank from a flask
drunken under shades tree life
staggering through events twice
insanity has becone corner stone
never left to sip in company alone
misery always prepared lending a hand
though fog may clear still quick is sand
oceans only choice left to enjoy a view
time watering mountans peaking hues
Copyright © stranded stars | Year Posted 2017
Behold the awesome water bear
A tiny puffy hero
Who floats beyond our atmosphere
At absolute near zero
A brave and fearless debonair
Who hardly needs to eat
Amoeba here, a dewdrop there
It's good to go tout suite
A boiling hot tub is just fine
For rest and relaxation
And catching a few tanning rays
Of cosmic radiation
Wherever its eight legs do go
It's always got it made
And sails the universe's flow
The mighty tardigrade
Copyright © James Leftwich | Year Posted 2017
Nancy, oh, Nancy, lain on your side,
‘Atop the gray waters, in high and low tide.
Your ropes, your stays, the new and the frayed,
Are scattered beneath Bodega Bay.
Nancy, sweet, Nancy, your windows so dipped,
Like six drunken sailors who’ve dizzily tripped.
And hanging brown curtains can no longer hide,
The drowning of pencils and log books inside.
Nancy, oh Nancy, where have you been,
Through years of deep waters, in stillness and winds?
Did your hull strain, did it then heft,
When your old captain hoisted a net?
Nancy, sweet, Nancy, don’t say good-by,
There’s still one way to rise up and fly.
Some buoys and booms, and diggers besides,
Can loosen your hull, set it upright.
Nancy, yes, Nancy, Captain can scrape
Your hull and your deck, and your wood plates,
So you can once more, at dusk or in day,
Bring back fresh fish, to Bodega Bay.
Copyright © Hannah Rain | Year Posted 2017