Atlantic Poems - Poems about Atlantic

Losing Face

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

Posaidon's Surfboard

Upon the waves where the wild winds sing,  
A tale unfolds of a vessel and its wing;  
Through the tide, it dances, graceful and free,  
Harnessing the ocean's heart, a sight to see.  

With cargo holds filled, treasures abound,  
From the Pacfic to the Atlantic, dreams resound.  
A bill

SEA WANTS ME

 SEA WANTS ME

Waves are here for the winners
spirals floating in turquoise 
dance ululating undulating 
blue bright sight
a point with paddle board
to soar sanguine Seas
I know not whether I’m 
merman or beach sand speck
two meters high wants to
shame, but they are only game

Seen on yacht so ready 
steady from Cape to Rio
spectators on Signal Hill

Ship of Dreams

The ship of dreams
Opulent surroundings
Fancy bed linens
Luxurious dinner plates and tablecloths
Gleaming virginal utensils
Dazzling crystal chandeliers
Polished walnut woodwork
Gold gilded fireplaces

Wardrobes ready for furs and dresses
An experienced captain
Eager staff
Bustling activity
Musicians, artists, businessmen aboard
High ranking officials, wealthy industrialists, celebrities
Cruising flawlessly in clear blue sea
A haven and heaven during the day
Easy sleeping and dreaming in the evening

J.P. Morgan was

The Atlantic, I’m Pathetic With Spurring Emotions But So Are You

{“The salty ocean splashes and smears against my knees and I cannot help but mistake it for the bleeding of my heart they tarnished and flashed open. From the cool air that shafts within the breeze, your breeze. The willows for which I take a glimpse at, confining our prosperity. Introspection they seize with their

At the Beach

Waves call out in song,
Sea breeze teases sunlit hair—
Sands of time await.
Flip-flops mark our path to peace,
Horizon holds dreams aloft.

Battle for the Atlantic I

When anarchy consumes a barren soul,
the hatred overwhelms the beating heart.
It sickens minds and steals the body whole  
then rips the cloth of empathy apart.
Existence lies between what evil craves
and what your world may courier by sea.
Your life is steered by ships upon the waves
and sustenance determines destiny.
But death awaits beneath the tidal rush
where

Battle for the Atlantic II

With lone intent, all freedom it will wrest
if obstinance you let these wolves deny.
As tonnage sinks beneath the torrid crest
your struggles for survival magnify.
Each flailing ship that ferries surety
is fodder for the fathoms of abyss.
Their shattered hulls sink swiftly ‘neath the sea
to slumber in the tragedy of bliss.
But if the whims of Tritan so declare
the

Battle for the Atlantic III

His restless wolves still taunt each dauntless ship,
though sly attrition neutralized their hunt,
for subterfuge let not a whisper slip
as vantage shifted on the battlefront.
A riddle solved unveiled the raging packs
as alpha domination was denied.
The murky depths, once cloaking their attacks,
no longer let the roaming devil’s hide.
Beware their silence seeking to avail
for confidence shall feed complacency.
Be

My Atlantic Home

Smell of jazmine mixed 
with fishy waters.
Smell of something missed 
long time ago.
Listening to the seagulls 
squawking in the morning
brings me back to my ocean.
       
       Three days out from the inland, 
I faced happiness again. 
Three days with my windows open
to the

Ferocious Oflaherty Wild Atlantic Way

Why this is my tale

Of my family tree and roots 

The what and where

My Gaelic Celtic 

Surname origins came

Straight out of my Liverpool home 

Retracing my heritage right back to 

The emerald island of Eire 

Galway Bay

And the Wild Atlantic Way

Which paved the way 

Where the

Ferocious O'Flaherty

Clan initially began and surname came

To Aughnanure Castle

On the

Ace In Atlantic City

buckle up
a hundred dollars
at the poker table
gives you
less time then you think
only an ace
could kill the mood
they had the ace
Ace…you are done
Atlantic City won

Namib Desert

in Namib desert,
Atlantic meets the desert
a wonderful sight

The Atlantic Ocean An Unrelenting Mistress

The Atlantic ocean...,an unrelenting mistress

More'n ten thousand leagues under the sea
next to an octopus's garden in the shade.

OceanGate manufacturer
of the Titan Submersible,
which vessel that set out to reach
Titanic shipwreck with five passengers
officials believe the suffered
a “catastrophic implosion”
apt analogy to mein kampf.

Major tsuris, the loss of innocent lives
or being robbed blind
for seventeen thousand
five hundred buck a

Sand Bar

Sand Bar


"Your focus determines your reality." —Qui-Gon Jinn

Witnessing an
amazing low-tide
phenomenon,
as if a walkway to
a parallel world
has suddenly appeared,
extending one-half mile
from East Beach
out to sea

People are slowly
gathering, walking, stopping,
stooping, staring in silence,
speaking softly—
I'm as eager
as Simon Peter
to join them, yet
somewhat afraid of
walking where
there has been
only seawater
minutes before—
Chattering dolphins
beckoning in the distance
instill confidence

So I join them,
stepping from

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