Best Rolling Wave Poems

"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, 
after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, 
something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry."
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He saw the shoreline of his death
Stared at sea's rolling wave
Found the sky and sea's banding belt
Asked God, honor his grave

The red sun will warm his last breath
Footprints he left on the land
Calmly he swims to the setting sun
His prints covered by sand


3/27/15...

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Whispers of Hope 

I found strength 
amidst the rolling wave
as the billowing wind
pause to whisper a secret
resounding my passive desires
that you are a part of me 

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imagery, nature, sun, water, wind, word play



The mountains speak out
From under clouds soaring high
Light strikes down below!

Mountain ridges stick out
Crags and crevices shadow deep
Cloud cover adds frost!


Billowing white clouds
Rearrange themselves in groupings
Formatting anew!

The sun’s reflection 
Sparkling the rolling wave tips 
Sent by the strong breezes!...

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A wounded heart cries, fills its lonely glass
Held, caressed by the anguished hands of sorrow
Hoping memories last, as tears trespass
To rebuild the temple love did borrow
Pouring eyes awash in long thinning streams
Their sadness a relentless rolling wave
Upheaval from within choking the dreams
Leaving nothing to remember...

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gentle waves tiptoe ashore
sandpipers scurrying away from the rippling tide
sandcastles looming in the distance
beach blanket knights
and sand dune days
radiant in the mid day sun
shades of glistening brown and red
and dark sunglasses
a red and yellow kite gently dances
in the midst of a gentle sea breeze
shuffle on...

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From within the flux its breath sweeps the shoreline,
Sometimes spewing forth flotsam and jetsam
Lolling us to sleep with its soothing savoury sighs.
Its siren calls hypnotising the unwary and confidant.
Drawing us to depths of hidden fury and peace. 
Scouring the lands with an insatiable appetite,
Forever hungry,...

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You disappeared like foam on a slow rolling wave
You sang a deep-throat song like from a small creature
Your gaze sang songs of sad sunrises to me
You shook my world leaving me by Life's roadside

On dark alleys running through my imagination
You sought people with sad souls...

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The muddle of sleep—
The grand entrance to Morpheus' legendary palace
In whole or half a tablet; 
Easy breaths of chemicals
In pretty, light-refracting bottles.

I prepare myself for an escorted journey
To where dreams float from their origin
Like glossy bubbles through netted neurons
I am the keeper of sedatives—
An expert...

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"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, 
after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, 
something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry."
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I can’t see your face for spirits move mysteriously                  But terrible evil is haunting, this dark place           ...

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The curling waves approach each shore from sea
To meet their journeys end with crests of white
Their crashing sounds release a loud decree
And wash a foam on rocks with water's might
To cause a rainbow's mist along the shoal
To be seen above brown and jagged shores
In timeless...

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Unbearable Beauty in PINK


A proud, vindictive, defiance,
	rippled through the crowd,
		flexed its collective muscle
						moved forward

a soft, mellifluous,  hum
	accompanied them
		nurtured their success
						speaking out

answered prayers seeking sunlight
	casting shadows on a darkness
		together holding hands
						giving thanks

Three Days to walk, to share,
	shed tears of joy – and loss
		move along in...

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Wandering down the murky tunnel,
 
I count the cracks along the cavern walls.
 
Further and further they spread like veins.
 
To my avid blood, their secrets call.
 
 
 
They promise understanding and hope.
 
All the answers my heart wishes to know.
 
I trace my...

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Subject Orpheus,
Nation Earth,
I'll bypass the system,
climb back to birth,
to calm youth,
where, each day,
by the rolling wave,
the subject lived held
and with warmth loved,
as a miracle of the womb...

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