If you love me, tell me now.
Actions speak louder than words,
Especially when I wear my heart like a crown.
You’re my choice of drug—
Addictive.
Mentally, physically, and emotionally.
You’re the queen of my heart,
No crown needed.
Till death do us part,
But death will be beneath us.
Nothing will ever come between us.
Eyes blue like the Atlantic,
So deep I get lost in them.
My lips on your skin—
What a heavenly taste.
You’re all I desire;
You can call it a sin.
You’re mine, forever and always.
Pull me closer.
I’m in your arms, my love.
All my worries fade away,
Like a cloud on a sunny day.
You’re perfection.
You’re my peace in every storm.
Even on the darkest days,
Your smile still shines through.
Just me and you.
Your image is engraved within my eyes,
Your scent is hidden within my breath.
Your memory is carved into every step I take.
Yet, standing here before the vast blue Atlantic,
I am less than a single grain of sand,
On this beach that lies momentarily asleep.
Cruise ships appear over the horizon
As white
As the crest of tidal waves
Surging to harbor
No I said
To hell with cruise ships
To ride inside a machine
My wife and I
Prefer
To sit beside
The purr of ocean with opened books
Sun on our shoulders all day
A mom in a string bikini
Wrestling her morning pre-teen by his neck
With applied sunscreen
At low tide
I walk half a mile out to sea
On my knees
My wife watches me
A Royal Tern with a black tuft atop his head
Pesters a female until she is exhausted
Or that annoyed
She looks him in the eye
Then lifts her legs
And flies
As fast as her wings will carry her
Straight out to sea
And as far as I can see
She never turns around or looks back
But he pursues
Blind to her wake
He will follow
Over metal ships and the flesh of the horizon
Over the humpbacks of the spouting waves
He will follow her to where the sun and moon
Are born each day
He will follow
To that round shore of the tired spent and nests
Until she rests
And turns to him
Come my love come with me
Let us be one with the sea.
A tilt off the sand
unfolding of the mast
water beats her in the wind
her footprints left in the surf
the seagull's scavenging
shells lay still in stillbirth
sailing
spearing
seaweed
A tilt off the sand —
the seagull's scavenging,
seaweed
Robert Wylan. “The ocean stirs the heart, inspires the imagination and brings eternal joy to the soul.”
Shallow in many beaches, deep in other seas.
Vast in most places, shallow in others.
Seasons come, seasons go, that's life.
Tempests are common in the north or south.
Ships are built, mostly sturdy, mostly strong.
Tempests do not spare all, for some are sunk.
I dare to cross the Atlantic on a cruise ship.
Not the Titanic type, I'm sure.
There's fine luxury everywhere,
And no doubt, all prefer summer crossing.
Mind you, occasionally a tempest erupts.
Summer is lenient, and crossing is pleasant.
Shallow in many beaches, deep in others
Crowds huddle on the deck to watch,
People admire the sleek dolphins.
What a great sight to see them jump in unison,
Only to disappear in the vast seas afar.
By far the biggest sight would be
To spy a giant whale afar.
But no one liked to watch the deadly sharks.
"Forgiveness heals an open wound, the spirit repairs the soul"
My father-in-law always used to say
McCants Mill Pond was a large body of water
Any one bigger, far away I want to stay
He didn't want near larger backwater
Years passed and time flies by, he passed as well
His widow's dementia got worse, at home she'd stay
Then one week we all planned a vacation so swell
We are off to Tybee to see the ocean spray
Headed to the Atlantic Ocean, my what fun
We'd have our grandson, and his great-grandmother, too
One of them hadn't seen the ocean, so much sun
What excitement on the long trip ensued
When we're there, we camped next to the Atlantic
We said, "Mawmaw, "you are looking at the ocean".
She stood there, then not looking dramatic
She said, "Now, that is a large body of water".
If you have never seen any of the oceans
I say prepare, they are large bodies of water
Even more than McCant's Mill Pond's grand promotions
So go, relax, enjoy the waves and saltwater
“Finger of God stirs Atlantic Ocean
We watch in awe moved by it’s motion”
Quote by poet
Making footprints on beach white sands
Sunset dipping into warm ocean like hands
Salty call of fall in blue breeze
Magical waves cascade crashing
Atlantic Ocean warm and pearly
October sky rises early
Within sea creatures are at home
Swimming in a current strong
We gaze as the sea offers fish
Sea gulls diving and seldom miss
We enjoy colorful cloudy art
Frames the Atlantic as a star
Such beauty yet dangerous too
Not as easy as swimming pool
Each year current takes life a sacrifice
Swimmers who tried but drown inside
And of the sharks beware it’s true
You can end up being fish food too
Atlantic Ocean with its wonderful sprays
Beautiful in it nights and it’s days
Written: November 10, 2025, for contest sponsored by Constance la France.
Quote: "The ocean sparks the heart, inspires the mind, and brings amaranthine delight to the spirit." — By Poet
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Atlantic swirls, quilt sewn from hums of yore,
A glimmering shroud, a face in swing core.
Its ridged forms whisper tales long lost to time,
From Viking ship venture to the toil of slave chime.
It sparkles brightly in absence of light,
A flexible refrain, the sound of a gull's flight.
In its shadows, there is both death and gold,
Amid a tempest, the song of a siren doled.
Brine it casts upon the sand of the coast,
Sounds as a solemn plea, or a hushed boast.
Flows are at odds with the urges of man,
But chisel the underside of each span.
It shows gales and sadness of a lover,
And holds peace of the past eras hover.
Plenty of vessels rubbed against its fluid grasp,
And none granted the familiar embers to clasp.
Let it to bellow, or consent to its repose,
The Atlantic runs vast and may oppose.
It murmurs in dialects beyond our control,
Yet it lingers, as a whisper within the soul.
Poem written on 10th November, 2025
for "The Earth's Oceans Poetry Contest"
by Constance La France.
"The sea sheaths her gluttonous grip in a calm candour."
quote by the author.
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From the Greek myth of the Titan Atlas, your name,
In saltiness, no sea can quite compare.
Your mighty footprints press upon many nations —
Only the Pacific reaches more shores and coasts.
You bore the deceit that chained Africans —
Changed the hues of faces in the Americas.
You ferried millions into dark living shackles —
A graveyard for rebellious ones.
Upon your blue-green belly wars were won and lost;
You echoed the Cuban missile crisis.
You swallowed the Titanic mid its pleasure trip,
Still hold Gustloff's nine thousand bones.
You foster commerce and the flow of trade,
Yielding black gold with tireless ease.
You guard rich treasures for mankind,
Yet hide your deepest secrets in your vastest depths.
Is it true that with earthquake you sank Atlantis?
Do you have a triangle that vanish vessels?
Have you assigned a coast to the Sargasso Sea?
All these rumours your silence spreads both far and near.
"There is no greater universe on the Earth than the ocean" Poet
Sailing ships from Boston's Harbor
brave the cold waters of the Atlantic
where storms appear without warning
and take seafarers to the bottom of the sea
Church bells will ring for each one who has died
They will be remembered; the rest sail on
The scent of the sea fills their souls
as they are wanderers of the sea winds
Their face toward the rising sun
with waves churning against the bow
finding freedom washed by their dreams
released from the troubles of life
Moving with the clouds, they follow
trailing the whales that breach the waters before them
sharing a measure of awe, feeling small
with eyes toward the horizon
Becoming one with the ocean
allows their soul to drift away
tasting salt-filled air with each breath
sailing on the sea in a dream
"The ocean speaks in whispers where the monsoons meet the sun" by Dr Padmashree RP
Pacific holds the world's breadth, cold and wide,
Atlantic roars with ancient storms,
Southern circles ice in endless white communion,
Arctic sleeps beneath its frozen crown.
But here, the Indian Ocean breathes
in turquoise contemplation, warm
where dhows trace paths like prayers across her face,
where spices sailed on gentle monsoon winds.
She holds the sun in golden arms,
cradling civilisations at her edge
no wild tempests, no bitter ice,
just coral kingdoms blooming underneath
her sapphire meditation.
Here the water whispers heritage and silk,
while sisters rage or sleep in distant cold.
She is the dancer, fluid, warm,
the storyteller weaving continents
with threads of current, pearl, and ancient trade.
Between three shores she holds her peace,
serene where others storm or freeze.
With rhythms of liquid litanies, the sea offers up her amazing peace, overflowing with music that pursues in a voice so very tender and overwhelming – almost a prayer of sweetest faith ~ by poet
In the turquoise waters, impressions glow
Glistening like tears who reflect the quiet flow
Of a hesitant prayer, fading sunrise praise
Mellow as the gentle air, waters who amaze
In the turquoise waters, still as the song
Blessings, away with each shadow who doesn’t belong
Mending the heart music’s soft tone
Pouring over the waves, spirits who groan
In the turquoise waters, silent tears fall
Love so sacred, richest joy of them all
Soothing the dark with the surf’s surge
Whispering its sweetness in a wave’s urge
In the turquoise waters, swells of sweet grace
Breaking over the sands in a lovely embrace
Risking dreams once were meant for me
Reducing them to mere sprays from the sea
From this Atlantic, comes a sight that’s such relief
Opposing night, leaving out grief
Oh, the joy of being comforted by the sea
That turquoise joy, so gentle and kind, such sweet glee…
"Morning arrives when the brilliant sun first kisses the Atlantic Ocean." By Poet
Once again the brilliant sun arose with a smile,
peeking over pretty water of blue.
For now the waves remain so calm,
a very quite and peaceful beach.
Walking in sand leaving footprints,
as the cool water licks my feet.
Overnight the Atlantic Ocean brings a gift,
scatters the sand with pretty shells.
Colors like a rainbow yet from the sea,
so many sizes to choose from.
As I walk picking up pretty shells,
people are starting to arrive.
Peaceful day is now filling up,
filling up with laughs~crying kids
Summer months where you can get burned,
being filled with very hot days.
I love the many winter months,
with the perfect daily weather.
Cool nights with warm days to enjoy,
the perfect Atlantic Ocean and perfect beach
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salt-stained envelope
softened by Atlantic mist—
your words unfold warmth
across my kitchen table.
distance dissolves
in each looped g, each smudged comma
tracing laughter
voiced across ocean waves.
One may see puffins and parrots
any hour of the week
both birds bear a big colourful beak
the former pelagic feed on fish
and live in large colonies on coastal cliffs
tho' monogamous collectively breed as a bunch
but with renown as the Atlantic sea clown
in Iceland several are served as lunch
the latter arboreal primarily frugivorous
toco being by far the largest
are opportunistic and occasionally omnivorous
to a few prudes it may seem unseemly or rude
and yet if they stick around they'll later get down
as their chicks are seen to hatch in the nude
these avians may fly high in the sky
have the same such things as two wings and legs
and of each species the female lays eggs
but that's where similarity does stop
one puffin can do more than toucan do
in more or less of a day
after mating its pecker turns grey
and without waiting its bill it will drop
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