Best Seablue Poems
The sands on the beach
Are like the colour of her hair
As i sit by the ocean
All i can do is stare
The blue of the ocean water
Can never match her eyes
Despite our natures wishes
All she can do is try
The blue skies above her
Carpet her ceiling surround
Her posture of delight
In plentiful abound
Her body is slight and tanned
A joyous site to see
This blond beach lady in the sun
Gracing the land of the free
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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 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
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Sitting on the beach
On a grainy bed of sand,
The warm breeze whispers.
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The warm breeze whispers
In a soft current of air,
Off the blue water.
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Off the blue water
Nature’s reflections reflect,
The beauty of peace.
Today is gorgeous
The lake ripples
As the wind digs its nails
Into the blue sheen that protects it
I braze the now still waters surface with my hand
Freezing! Bitter! Lovely!
I stand back then jump…
Freezing pain never felt so good
As its deep blue water caresses me
Deeper and deeper inside the bowels of its cold heart…
Beneath the cool and seemingly serene Atlantic Ocean
Lay the remains of the Bermuda Triangle’s commotion
Ships and aircraft rest far beneath the perpetual sea waves
Mystery surrounds what led so many to watery graves
“It’s blue on blue,” the perplexed pilot of Flight 19 exclaimed
On this mirage deaths of all training crew members are blamed
The commander could not tell which way was up and which was down
Sea and sky blending as one produced an undersea ghost town
Where spirits of all those lost over many hundreds of years
Ponder fate in Davy Jones’ locker of all who disappear
*Entry for Francine’s contest: “Blue on Blue on Blue”
(Chose Blue Ocean)
dancing golden light:
the morning sun reflected
on the bright blue sea;
and a blue ship sails on it,
its gold sails catching the breeze.