Best Naturesea Poems
I wanna love you like a Sea Urchin.
-Not just any other shellfish.
Baby, can't you see it's urgent?
we're strapped for time, so don't be selfish.
I wanna love you like a Sea Urchin.
-and all other points aside.
I know I ran from love in past lives,
'cause I didn't have a spine.
I wanna love you like a Sea Urchin.
-I admit i've been a round.
but of all the other fishies,
you're the one that I want now.
I wanna love you like a Sea Urchin.
-Won't you please come back soon?
oh boy, this globoid was a fool,
but he's a fool in love with you!
Out of darkness from which I harbor no fear,
I rise with confidence toward a light, dim,
indicating some distance I must yet travel,
to reach this journeys end.
My thoughts revolve around my destination,
full and content, I glide buoyant in a sea
never devoid of life, a sea accustomed to
maintaining the lifeblood of my world,
providing everything, except what I now need,
the reason for this journey.
I look forward toward the light, now less dim,
in anticipation, my heart beats faster,
propelling me anxiously toward this journeys end.
I feel urgency, a pressure in my chest demanding
relief; I experience this process many times
each day, a mild inconvenience, to live my way.
Upward, always upward, the light suddenly bright,
I am the leviathan of the sea, my weight
is my might, I fear nothing, if not for my need,
for all my size and strength, my greatest need
comes not from the sea.
Suddenly in full light, my bulk lifts to
fantastic height then crashes back,
a plume of water shoots in all directions,
as displacement begins, stale air is driven
from my lungs; I lie quietly, a moment gone by,
I draw in volumes expanding my lungs full
of life giving air, the pressure relieved,
my tissue saturated, renewed, I live fully again,
preparing once more, my journey now, into the deep,
this journey, to be repeated over and over, again.
I'm looking out my window
At a sea of yellow gold
The beauty of the daffodils
Is a sight to behold.
They seem to dance within the breeze
Like waves go to and fro
Their heads they pop above the grass
As if to say hello.
A thousand yellow sun shines
A sight just to behold
As i'm looking out my window
At a sea of yellow gold.
lone yellow flower
waves in the open fields
bowing according to the tune
among the sea of green;
lone yellow flower has no one to blame
and it seeks none to praise
for it knows all life comes in
when the conditions are right;
lone yellow flower knows
death comes in like the wind;
lone yellow flower
is never alone
for it is a part of the expression
of the earth and time and the universe;
lone yellow flower sees what is before and around
lone yellow flower observes what is within and about
and so lone yellow flower lives with no delusions
no beliefs of heaven and hell
fears none and does not live or die
to please or amuse or appease;
and lone yellow flower
blossoms and shines
and shrivels and ceases
in harmony
with what actually is;
lone yellow flower
waves in the open fields
bowing according to the tune
among the sea of green
The northern breeze blew softly
Ground drifts crossed the snowy ground
Snowflakes tossed and tumbled
The wind abated, leaving only stillness, in the air
The sun was shining, creating a bright white glaze
A sea of white along with shifting snow dunes
Appeared on the horizon and beyond
The stark white had no contrast
to the surrounding landscape
Devoid of color, the sky loomed
looking like it was bleached
The mist rolled in creating a sea of white.
The biting wind
flaps the stray strands of hair
into my face
I close my eyes and remember the day that I met the sea
it waved at me
Closing my eyes so that I could see
the dancing colors on my eyelids
Walking a march so slow
Watching my footprints go
Did one ever know
What to show
the ocean?
It gives back
but do we give back?
The sea mourns
for us all
maybe could one learn the truths
yet, it seems like a pondering waste
The deceit that we give
the brutal honesty that the sea shows
Take care for what we love,
in shame in what we have lost
Sea of time
Oh Sea I rhyme
Sitting here upon my log
Drifting here in my own abyss
Sitting here in time’s shallow pool
I ponder the sea’s eternal rule…
Oh Dear Sea,
how much have you seen?
Has the sky always been blue?
Have your brilliant waves
always been so murky and green?
Sea of time; oh Sea I rhyme
As the oil gushes freely from the hole
The ocean currents disperse it abroad
Fish, birds all sea creatures await tole
This time the tole awaits for thee and all
No just sealife, waterfoul, oysters, clams
This could mean less food on our grocer's shelf
Of course, there will be biscuits, even jam
But what about fish, oysters fried by a chef
As that oily sustance keeps spreading
All around the Gulf who's to say where will stop
It could bounce all around the globe
Might take a year or two but who even knows
That oil might slip into that slow boat to China
On the submarine in the deepest ocean
Maybe get on your bassboat moored under oak tree
As the cooing Dove calls to me how long 'twill be
When the end will come no one knows
This could be the start of those woes
Spoken of in Revelations when one-third
Of the sea creatures meet their destruction
Hell awaits the night of the eclipse
Til the moon betrays the tides
It tells the waves to rise and awake
But tonight, the moon simply hides
The stars watch the flames in torment
As the smoke impedes their view
The sea stays silent and helpless
For the moon tells it not what to do
Blinded by darkness, no saviour is found
For the hero knows not what to save
Impotent, the moon thinks all is well
By faith, it commands not the waves
The lava is tirelessly reaching out
Trying to give new land its birth
But to bring forth its life, death must be found
As hell's fury is unleashed on earth
As the ocean sits in quiet frustration
The Heaven's cannot make a sound
The earth begs the sea for mercy
But no solace will ever be found
The moon that's been locked in darkness
Cries, as it watches earth's fate
For the eclipse is releasing its blindfold
But the hero has entered too late
The Cliffs
High tide brings death to those trapped on the rocky beach.
The steep and sharp cliff harbors beauty and certain destruction,
A history of demise for ship and soul has been told through the legends
Of folk lore, it is said that the waves lull a man into hypnotic serenity.
Peace and safety sweep over a mind and then the cliffs have their game.
The lonesome call of the dolphin and shore birds beckon me...
Return to the cliffs, find your true passion of life; you are safe here.
Come you weary, find your rest and contentment...
The waves spray a fine sea mist into the air; the air seems cleaner and fresher
Than any other place on earth. Sea creatures roam freely, across the sand unafraid of
my human presence in their domain. Waiting for the chance of a decomposing meal
offered by the cliffs violent beating on my person. The cliff is the mother of the
shoreline, protecting her creatures and providing the meals.
The brave play games, tempting the cliffs with their very lives. I will walk away
today, choosing to respect the cliffs power and the legends lore.
The sea sings its endless songs
over the rocks.
The waves kiss like a soft rain
the beach in their way.
Red flowers of water
are blooming in the storm.
The sky is desperate
about the sun,
scorching the day with thousands candles.
But the sea sings its songs
of light and of hope.
The sea rises its voice,
cover the wet altars
between sand and vibrating air,
and a far distant horizon
captivates the ardent sky.
I long to breathe the ocean air
and feel the sea breeze in my hair,
I long to sit and watch the tides,
the ocean waves that mesmerize.
To see the ocean's colors change
as storms roll in, dark clouds and rain.
The gulls embrace the rising winds
and so, the bird ballet begins.
Angry waves now rear their heads,
the ocean swells like molten lead.
At dawn, the sea is topaz-souled,
with rills of silver, crests of gold.
The twelfth house rules my sun and moon,
my eyes the hue of lost lagoons,
Poseidon's child, I need to be
where I belong, beside the sea.
©Danielle White
High tide brings death to those trapped on the rocky beach
The steep and sharp cliff harbors beauty and certain destruction,
A history of demise for ship and soul has been told through the legends
Of folk lore, it is said that the waves lull a man into hypnotic serenity.
Peace and safety sweep over a mind and then the cliffs have their game.
The lonesome call of the dolphin and shore birds beckon me...
Return to the cliffs, find your true passion of life; you are safe here.
Come you weary, find your rest and contentment...
The waves spray a fine sea mist into the air, the air seems cleaner and fresher
than any other place on earth. Sea creatures roam freely, across the sand unafraid of
my human prescence in their domain. Waiting for the chance of a decomposing meal
offered by the cliffs violent beating on my person. The cliff is the mother of the
shoreline, protecting her creatures and providing the meals.
The brave play games, tempting the cliffs with their very lives. I will walk away
today, choosing to respect the cliffs power and the legends lore.
I dreamed the wind
could talk to the sea
he whispered quietly,
“Lets travel a mile
our ease set free”
Trembling in awe
of the windy king,
she rode the eddy’s
to what would it bring?
Not a word
passed his lips,
not a sound
but silence fits
They traveled together
wind in hand,
washing and blowing
across the sands
Eventually,
his gust blew out,
weary he rested
and looked about
Blowing so soft
he rippled a wave,
sensuous foaming
a tide is made
Thinking that silence
would be lifelong,
the sea went out
moon rides begun
Now a sentinel
for the four winds,
I watch the moon
as the sea does rescind