Best Pacific Poems
The beach climbs are harder
the rocks turn my feet
and I find myself walking on my ankles
wading through sand
But the photos at sunset
or as the moon rise
are such a surprise
Like paintings
like fine art
witnessing the beauty of nature
as it shows us all of the basis for inspiration
everywhere
The sea air is so refreshing
the tang of salt
its cool crisp feel
as it laps past me
and blows my hair
The sheen of the sun and the moon
off the water
and it undulates and ripples
It's mesmerizing and beautiful
I seek out the lighthouse
to capture its beauty on the horizon
Its glow too settles on the ocean
and lights the scene in a way
that makes it seem like a painting
A huge downed redwood tree on the beach
a sculpture in driftwood now
but so big as to be a playground
The natural wonders of this place continue to provoke me
and keep me wanting more
from the tiny bits of rock on the ground
to the magnificent scenes in the sky
my senses are always tuned in
And here I share them with you....
Artimus 9/1/2025
Christmas on the pacific islands where it's summer everyday
is all about families, friends, joy, love and foods
Though we are many islands and ocean divided
We are forever united with one God
Some small islands may not have
the Christmas colorful lights but in all honesty
they have the best blinking sparkling
twinkling dazzling star lights
they're beautiful in their dramatic and
eye catching lights like no others
We celebrate the birthday of Jesus
in our unique and organic island ways
We always say Merry Christmas
It's never about the material gifts
It's all about the warm joy of Christmas
Singing in tunes or out of tunes
we are clapping our hands
side stepping moving along to the rhythm
We sing joyfully loud in His name
Born is the King our savior
Praising Him highly
Thanking Him humbly
Lifting up our hearts to Him fully
Everyone is glee on life
Everyone is glowing with joy
Everyone shake hands to forgive those
with guilts, dislikes or with differences
Everyone shares a hug or two to embrace
love from one to all
Every woman is wearing flowers in their hair
Every man is wearing leis around their necks
as it is an island style and proudly so
Everyone is wearing bright new cloths and
shoes but mostly sandals for the ladies or
flip flops preferably for the sandy areas
It's a day of joyful to spend with loved ones
Kids playing freely and cheerfully
Sharing fresh organic local foods and
coconut juices
Naturally alcohol free but drunk on Merry
Partying till the stars are twigging out
Collapsing with satisfying hearts
And this is how we celebrate Christmas
on the Pacific islands... Smile!
Written by Akkina R Downing
12-1-16
Written & Posted, 3rd January 2025
For the International Contest, CHOOSE A 2025 POSTED POEM
Sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 4th January 2025 (Second Place)
Poem of the day - 5th January 2025
I checked my watch and checked my phone,
but everyone’s in a different zone,
Eastern, Central, Mountain, Pacific,
maybe I should be more specific,
the dollar says in god we trust,
but love thy neighbour bit the dust,
I wasn't feeling all too great,
after that late night altered state,
shining my leather mourning shoes,
watching weather and breakfast news,
a gunman shot the truth today,
the eagle had been blown away
so had the snow white turtle dove,
won’t somebody tell me, what time is love?
There is an island
In the Pacific ocean
Surrounded by blues
In various motions
The blue of the water
Reflects from the sky
Turquoise and dark
Either makes me sigh
With mountains of lush green
In sloping canvas
Varieties aplenty
Trees and grasses
Species so different
Grace this land
Where they have thrived for years
As it has never been manned
Golden beaches
Glitter her coast
Where the blue waves caress
Its where i sigh the most
Coconut palm trees
Figs, berries and roots
In glorious harvest
Natures fine fruits
Please close your eyes
And join me there
As you open your eyes
All you can do is stare
Where is this island
Do you all want to hear
Its in the Pacific Ocean
Oh how i wish i was near
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-6.php
We start life well grounded
like all great kelp families
attached to shell or bedrock, growing,
reaching for sunlight above the sea
all summer season long
I am battered about
colliding, pushed to and fro
waves and tide shape my destiny
at my rock-bound toes
purple anemones freely munch
trying to break me free
I feel every twinge, every crunch
my golden leaves frail about
stirring the salty blue sea
garibaldi and sea bass eat freely
my contributions go without heed
thrashing, crushing waves
swirling us all together
we cling to each other
our solidarity brings protection
then...one final nibble
a rough tumble to shore
beach sand smothers me
ending my life at sea.
The bones of a forest are stripped clean by the ocean and strewn on her shores. The sun-bleached wooden cemetery leaves a somber impression on the morning scavenger of shells, who meanders in the gray mist of a fall morning dawn. He is lulled by the hush of the fog and the rolling waves that break on a gravel strand. With a head bowed down and hands crossed behind him... he searches... searches for opalescent treasures... like answers to life's questions. Is this how it all started, or is there some grander purpose? Then a gull caws as if an angel calls the seeker's attention. And as he looks up his sight receives a message delivered by two brown pelicans sailing along a cresting wave. This was here before you... and it will continue when you are gone. But now... you are mine... and we are one... divine.
by Martin Braun
6:30 a.m. September 20th, 2023
Jenner, California
To my oceanic compatriots. They put our love under a glass dome, posted deterrent signs on the paths we created 35 years ago, and sealed off the oceans. If they heard my, your, stories, they would run the environmental Bolsheviks into the sea like the demon-possessed pigs that they are. These self-righteous propagandists closed Drakes Oyster farm with lies, and they, like gulag interrogators of 1936, threw us into a sort of prison within the spaces of our minds, torturing us by excluding us from "the motherland's environment", and created an unimaginable wasteland with the walls they built by a lust for power. We are of this world... it is they who are aliens. Let us enjoy what God made. We created the protections with our respect and love for the environment. The environmentalists simply make laws, criminals, and prisoners.
Beautiful water
Calm like the heavenly light
Beautiful waves
Fog rolling in,
Making the sea go a gray,
Kid’s body surfing all day,
In a cold pacific bay,
The children are laughing,
To the sway,
Of the ice cold waves roaring away.
I hear my mom calling to me faraway,
To come back to shore,
And stay.
For I was tiring in this pacific bay,
Because of the numbing cold,
That could not let me stay,
In the icy water of this pacific bay.
A beautiful bird with two feathers;
one in the Caribbean sea and the other in the pacific waters.
Its awesome hand pets the back of animal existence
as its stomach stays suitably soft
to the dwelling of butterflies, orchid lineage and Amphibians.
Unique in a self protecting strategy of its dry law,
the trunk of Emeralds stay strongest in its domain.
The Medellin transition of a murder capital to a cultural hub;
cosmetic obsession and a craze for physical attraction
well amplified by the artistic show of mannequins,
speak out for this region so sex friendly
and well identified by one of
the most historic explorers the world has ever known.
The Pirates Of Great Pacific
On the day that followed their departing
When they were forced to be aliens of the great deep
Wandered back and forth with nowhere to dwell
Hunger had caused them to astray to the world of the unknown
They chose to leave and be free of humans sneer
Life was tough, and marine came to their rescue
That there was no disposable bin for a child of man
They sail in rough seas even at night
Every current of life against them, fighting for survival
Against wind and stuffs that proved impatient for the child of man
In the world of unknown, the world of deep waters
They did not know that down will find them,
Still clinging in that breath of life
With no home to turn to, they had to make pacific theirs
And learn to sail against the storms and escape the jaws of great white
It was a life of terrible gamble to invade the world of underneath
They flip the coin with hope that destiny will guide them
While they wonder in that blue print of life
To them it was clear
that life is like Great Pacific
The Pacific ocean presently has floating waste
twice the size of the United States.
You probably never knew it,
But I once lived within five blocks of you.
I and my kids visited you often to play and to view.
You consumed us with sea shells, sand castles, beach balls, and a Frisbee.
Those gallant waves from across the sea, most times, were as calm as can be,
Slowly washing up on the shores, but occasionally, splashing against the rocks. Your reliability and timeliness are so superior to my own and more faithful than clocks.
From your sandy shores on a none foggy day,
Sometimes atop the sea cliffs, whether bright or gray,
I watched the seagulls and my dear children play.
Often your winds were enough to take my breath away.
But I never fretted, because I treasured what you had to say.
I miss those regular visits, bringing you greetings.
I wish that I could sit in those special meetings- The ones where you and the moon make plans and plots.
When the two of you with your creator decide, El Nino’s or not
I miss standing above your gusty shores on an observation deck, viewing a Golden Bridge. I miss the sunsets so enchantingly
beautiful, as they sheepishly hide beyond the waters. I miss the
soothing fog horns of ships sailing in. O Pacific, the list is much
too long of what I miss.
i wish i could swim the pacific ocean and back.
and when i came back to sit in front of a burning burning fire
until it dried me to the bone.
and for my skeleton to be hung above your bed
to act as a catcher of your night terrors
and it would work
because you would know that i was magical.
because i swam the whole pacific ocean and back.
for you.
Daylight begins to fade -- the sun has moved west for its daily descent,
Reflections of amber brightly shine as the sun's voyage begins.
Sunset reflects the beauty in nature’s eyes,
Vibrant colors intensify into deeper more brilliant shades.
Lights exploding into vibrating hues of rich, glowing orange and reds,
Fading softly to many shades of pink.
Reflection of colors mirrored on the water's crest,
Blending into the sky, it begins fading to darkness.
Breathtaking and exuberant causing your heart to race,
Watching the ocean swallow the sun whole,
Til there is nothing but darkness to embrace.
The beauty seen watching the sun disappear,
Sitting on the seashore gazing in amazement,
Expecting to hear a sizzle.
As its glow decimates before your eyes,
This ball of fire extinguished by the ocean's water.
Final view of this sunset resembling colors on its surface of golden glory.
Mystic view of the sun slowly vanishing out of sight.
Ocean is calm, ripples of light exposing its crest.
End of daylight allowing luminance of the stars,
Light our way to a new day.
Thoughts move from the sunset to the constellation above us,
Glittering and sparkling -- guide us through the night, bringing joy of other lights.
In foggy north coasts
comes bright flecks from speckled calls~
of pacific wrens
8/13/21