Best Pacific Poems

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...

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Zwischen dem Morgen und der Nacht 
fallen die Sterne in den Pazifischen Ozean.

Die ewige Sonne lässt die Wellen erklingen,
mit dem weichen Schaum leichten Schnees.

Die See singt Lieder des Vergessens,
von versunkenen Bäumen,
von leuchtenden Stränden,
von der Liebe.

Ich bin wie der Wind,
der den frischen und vollen Morgen berührt.

Der...

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Exiting highway 101 again....
Past Pacific Heights, to the Marina districts boulavard
Circling back towards the Palace of Fine Arts
An escape, after leaving the Tenderloins gentrificational neighborhoods
In the lines of questions; as I now gaze upon the oceans vast endless sea; tranquillity
Enchantings through this wistful window of...

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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...

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Beautiful water
Calm like the heavenly light
Beautiful waves...

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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...

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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...

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The Pacific ocean presently has floating waste
twice the size of the United States....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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