Best Crashing Poems
I am no longer the shoreline
swept up in crashing waves of time
where memories reside,
and dire dams of water
collide within a tender mind.
I am the moon pulling the tide.
Written 5/24/20
I nestle comfortably in the sand,
Sitting next to you, hand in hand.
A cool breeze, and salt in the air,
The wind picks up and whips around our hair.
The stars glitter and shine so bright,
I'm glad we decided to go out tonight.
Waves crash violently against the sand,
This is the most romantic night you ever planned.
So simple, yet so full of thought,
I'm sorry earlier that we had fought.
I see that you're a love so dear,
I also know that I need not fear.
As we sit on this white, sandy beach
Its the sound of peace that we seek.
Lay me down and gently kiss my lips,
Place a hand on either one of my hips.
A sigh of content escapes my mouth,
As we stare at the constellations to the South.
I wish this night could last forever,
As we journey on our new endeavor.
Sadly, it won't, but that's okay.
As we enjoy ourselves on the beach we lay.
What is it about the ocean that makes me at peace?
With each wave, my calmness, seems to increase.
When we are forced to stand our ground
Because someone is out of bounds
When you find yourself wanting to rebound
feeling like you have to stand your ground
Realizing your personal space
Has turned into a battleground
Taking the conversation southbound
Just hoping the situation doesn't compound
Before I know it's full-on aggression
One of life's hardest lessons
When you get bitten by the Devils venom
Looking to God in heaven
Hoping my engine will stop revin
Uncontrollable waves of word lashing
Surpassing my ability to stop us from crashing
When your character is attacked by an assassin
Making it impossible to ignore this full-on bashing
Feeling your temperature rise
As the blood fills your eyes
Believing that you're way to wise
Looking for a compromise
Knowing that taking it any further will jeopardize
Our friendship if we both don't empathize
Our hostile situation
That has my heart full on racing
With all this back and forth pacing
Making sure you're facing this threat
Trying not to do anything you will regret
Looking them directly in their eyes
Barking out how this leads to our friendship demise
Apparently, we are unable to stop the decay
When I feel it all slipping away
So sad I was unable to convey
How out of hand this runaway day
Found its own pathway
That left me feeling betrayed
So all that is left is to pray
For God to make it all go away
To help us fix it like it was yesterday
By herself every quiet day,
She walked to the ocean’s side,
And stood and thought about crashing waves,
Crashing inside her mind,
How they never stopped, never slowed,
Crashing into the shore,
How they caressed each sharp jagged rock,
In a peaceful sort of war,
And she felt how soft sand beneath her feet,
Drank these waves like wine,
The wine that calmed crashing thoughts each night,
Crashing inside her mind.
A knock at the door, who can it be?
Probably Sarah coming for tea.
She usually calls on her way
back from work to share some time with me.
A look in the mirror,
I 'tut' at my face:
Why do people always call
when there's junk around the place?
I open the door - a man is standing there.
I wish I'd worn some make up
I wish I'd done my hair.
It's then I spot the uniform:
the buttons made of brass;
the stripes that grace the khaki sleeves;
the boots that crunch amongst the leaves.
I question with my eyes?
It comes as no surprise to hear him ask
can he come in, and would I like to sit?'
He has some rather grievous news -
- I dread to hear it.
I know what he is going to say.
It's all a dream. Please go away.
I'm not in to truth today
I scream inside my head......
I know what he just said to me,
but I didn't hear a word.
His lips spoke out in silence, and me,
I never heard.
He's 'so sorry'. He gets up to go
and heads towards the door.
I try to rise to follow him
but my legs will move no more;
for they have turned to jelly and
my head is going to burst.
It's funny, when you're a soldier's wife,
you always fear the worst,
But it's only when you hear the knock,
the knock upon the door,
and see the face you've never seen:
the shining boots, the uniform;
the mouth that speaks the silent words
the apologies and platitudes;
'killed in action in the war"
The widow thoughts ring clear.
Oh how I enjoyed the Ocean's soft mist.
When the dark waves came crashing to the shore!
That powerful moment when we first kissed.
My heart opened up and I wanted more.
I felt the stirring of love on that shore.
Like the Ocean I was drawn to you.
A lovely Siren's song you sung to me.
Our moments together they seemed so few
Were you afraid I wouldn't set you free?
I had hoped you would be happy with me.
So now I dive into the Oceans waves.
Not wanting to hear any other sound.
Remembering how we explored those caves.
That place where I thought true love had been found.
Hear waves crashing, that's my heart's breaking sound!
Angry, fierce water,
Nature’s surge, a tossing tide;
Crashing upon rocks.
There was a poet from France,
Who thought he really could dance!
Up onto the Eifel tower he went,
Not walking straight but really quite bent.
Whoops and ooh-la-la!
Onto the French earth he fell..
Oh, poet dear, your very last tear.
Pooling and gleaming, ever so tragically
in your ear.
May you f'ind yourself, tout suite, in a warm,
welcoming, French poetry heaven!
With Victor Hugo, Honore de Balzac......
Charles Baudelaire and Albert Camus to name,
but a few.
Oui, mon ami!
Even as the soft cathedral bells so very
mournfully strike seven!
July 10th, 2019
5:30pm PST
As the storm rolls in, the thick dark
clouds build up in the sky.
The extravagant pink, orange and yellow
colors appear over the water as the sunsets
across the ocean.
The flashing of lights coming from the
storm clouds light her dimly lit face.
Feelings of freedom and happiness over
whelms me as I lay next to her.
The feeling numbs my body from head to toe.
As we lay on the car hood and talk, her
voice carries me above the clouds.
The wind picks up, and with it carries the
scent of crashing waves.
Our conversation grows quit.
I lay next to her lessoning to her soft
steady breathing, the silence becomes
uncomfortable.
As I began to speak she reaches over and
puts her soft fingers against my trembling
lips.
She sits up and leans towards me, my heart
rate begins to race.
The wind blows her smooth, delicate hair
graciously against my face.
Rain drops cautiously begin to fall, she
moves ever so closer, with every move my
heart pounds harder and my eyes grow weary.
Then it happens, everything around me
stops; the thunder, the lighting, and the
rain, all stop as if frozen in time.
Its lasts only a few seconds, for we had
come back to reality, and with it came the
scent of crashing waves.
How do you explain the feeling
Words seem so inadequate
The waves keep on crashing
Pulsating waves of pleasure
You told me you lost count
Everything feels hot
Tension builds
Pleasure builds
Sensation sharpens and isolates
Your feet are rigid, your toes pointed
You grasp the sheets, tightly
You pull my hair
Screaming sensual lyrics
Reciting erotic prose
It is meant for my ears only
You're over the edge
It feels like you're falling
The waves keep on crashing
Pulsating waves of pleasure
Followed by an exquisite sensation
You look into my eyes
Clutching tightly, grasping
Your breathing is shallow
Your mouth is dry
You feel a tingling sensation
Words seem so inadequate
The look on your face tells me
You've lost count
We're in uncharted territory
Your leg is trembling
You look in my eyes
Shout my name, quietly
You tell me you love me
The waves keep on crashing
Pulsating waves of pleasure
You tell me you've lost count
Confused contentment
You want more
Your leg is trembling, shaking
Suddenly it's over, simultaneously
~Rick Berry
Time Like Crashing Waves
Time, like waves crashing on a smooth-faced sand,
Leaves imbedded ripples on shores of memory
And drop-offs marked with steep undertow warnings
In foamy filigrees etched on recollection
Of abandoned shells searching for lost pearls
Rogue of ever rolling thunder reveals
A pulsing tide of perpetual motion
A seething thrust in ebb and flow unstoppable
The hidden undercurrent of volcanic change
From dawn to dusk and through midnight
Rolling breakers storm the beachhead
In gyrating riptides rhyme and rhythm
In white caps dripping with sweet juices
To expose beauty hidden in the shallows
Veiled beneath blistered wild gales
Spindrift masks forgotten sandcastles
As flowing swells returns dreams
To the impatient pounding waves of decades
Elusive in the mists of unrelenting surges
Sinking into whirlpools, forgotten in new tides.
8-12-22
Contest: Simile
Sponsor: Hilo Poet
To Marina From Vulcan
crashing waves flowing
spraying the sunset
our love ignites lies
To Vulcan From Marina
love so intense, hot
fire consuming me completely
into the sea i flee
from madding affection ; these
lies i hide behind easy
To find a person who appreciates her
through the thick and thin,
To walk besides her, no matter when.
Her weakness was
that she cared too much,
She cared too much for you,
She misses that hug, she misses the talks,
most of all she misses laughing with you.
Another chance is not yours to give
& she knows the past wont change,
But friendship stays as long as we live
and to her that is worth the pain.
Behind her broken smile,
is a story you could never understand,
But can you promise her
that your paths will cross again?
the sky was carolina blue
with the sun shining ever so
brightly over the ocean
the waves were crashing
loudly as if they were
angry with each other
as far as you could see
huge waves were making
their way onto the shore
their sound loud and distinct
carrying throughout the air
yet peaceful and calming
way down in your soul
as the cool clear water
washes onto your feet
Submitted for Catie Lindsey’s Contest “Fast and Fabulous”
From this high cliff, I see the beach
that stretches miles along the shore,
with the horizon, far from reach-
to hug the sky, forevermore.
From unseen starts, waves crash, retreat;
bathe rocks and sand- no prints of feet.
So vast, the ocean- with its waves
that rise and churn beneath the wind
as white caps form with froth that plays
upon the shore to then rescind
back out to sea, where currents blend;
return again- once more, extend.
The rocky beach divides that space
tween stable land and rolling sea-
two worlds that coexist, embrace;
all life by nature, guarantee.
The land, with seasons, changes scene;
the sea turns wild- or rests, serene.
But still, the rocky beach remains;
as constant as can be, it lies-
except with ebbs and flow, sand gains
a changing breadth with lows and highs.
It guards both worlds- and all alone
braves future waves- their force unknown.