Best Tidal Wave Poems
Waves
crashing;
then
breaking
on the beach.
Ebbing
and
flowing
tides controlled
by moon and earth.
Twice a day
high tides
and
low tides;
dancing waves
enchant
for
ever
more
Kim Merryman – Shall We Waltz Contest
06~11~15
The Tidal Wave
A tidal wave of disastrous proportions
will soon drench our evil sinful land,
it will be sent from the Father God Himself
and Jesus our Savior, sitting at His right hand.
For many people are praying for such a wave
and seeking God’s face like never before,
giving up the things of this world
and loving Jesus and the Word of God they truly do adore.
Looking as Elijah did when on earth it had
not rained for three and a half years,
seeking this wave of God by praying and fasting
and weeping before the Lord buckets of your tears.
Never being satisfied with a few drops
that from Heaven have already fallen,
but asking for the deluge of the great latter rain
and standing on the Word of God and what the prophets of old have spoken
We cannot be complacent now
when this wave is just about to come,
sweeping millions into the Kingdom by its wake
and helping to get this mighty harvest done.
So, will you also stand and pray and watch
and be ready for what our Almighty God is about to do,
for when this glorious harvest is done
He is coming again for me and for you.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
May 26, 2000
Tidal Wave
A rumble, a shift; deep in the abyss.
You would never even notice, a minor thing to miss.
The forces of the shock, move silently along.
On shore, the villagers; knew nothing to be wrong.
Closer and closer, the rippling of the waves.
A voice of Mother Earth; the laws of Newton’s slaves.
On the shelf it gathers, increasing in its might.
To build a Titan’s hand, and smash a deadly plight.
Up and up the water, a wall is rising high.
Blotting out the sun and the deeply azuring sky.
So terrible the Chaos, bursting forth the dam.
Annihilating the meek; the silencing of the lamb.
In moments it had ended, Quiet was the shore.
The village and its people, Terra made no-more.
The few that did survive; For loved ones, tears did flow.
Picked up their few possessions and sought a place to go.
No matter where you are, this land you are upon,
life it does not stop, the living shall go on.
Mother Nature gives us love, I believe it is her goal.
But sometimes she is harsh, extracting a heavy toll.
Friday Night Check-ins
The days have been calm and collected.
The guests have been happy, content.
The weekday staff scurry out from the hotel
To avoid the upcoming event.
Weekend receptionists tremble
As the Friday night check-ins approach,
Fearing the tsunami of wrinklies
On their three-day excursions-by-coach.
The first vehicle’s brakes squeal their warning
As its door opens up with a sigh.
The girl at the desk and her male teammate
Watch the porchway with dread in their eyes.
The first wrinkly disembarks backwards,
Reaching up to be handed her Zimmer.
The scowl on her face giving more than a hint
Of the litany of protests within her.
Slowly the vehicle disgorges
Its fifty malcontent arrivals.
The front desk staff offer a brief heartfelt prayer
For their sanity, composure, survival.
Like an unerring wave of displeasure
The wrinklies shuffle in through the door,
Shoving aside anyone heading out –
They’ve made this manoeuvre before.
The party’s predominantly female,
Determined and far from benign.
Apart from one chap, in windcheater and cap
Looking hen-pecked and toeing the line.
They descend on reception like locusts,
Complaining, demanding and cackling.
The staff at the desk have nowhere to hide
From the surge of objections they’re tackling.
Ground floor room! No steps! Wheelchair access!
Why no lift? Single occupant! Porter!
The tottery old girl with the big Zimmer frame
Demands a young man to escort her.
The onslaught is tough and relentless
As the wrinklies press home their attack.
Then, deftly dealt-with, the tidal wave thins
As they head to their rooms to unpack.
Pleased with the way things were handled,
The reception-staff think they’ve survived.
But outside the lobby, brakes hissing with glee,
Another full coach has arrived…
The Tidal Wave
I saw a tidal wave come in,
Raging winds and fierce water
Rushed,
Took the houses, cars, trees,
Street signs, park benches,
Pictures of loved ones
(Poor baby Louie, 3 years old washed away)
And along with all the power
It tore my heart out of my cage
And swept it out to the
Endless seas,
And the great white sharks
Have their way with my heart.
Now bleeding and dying,
Pain follows me,
And I close my eyes,
And wish it all to be done.
Pray for me, I want pain no more.
See tears fall from the corners of my eyes,
As I breathe in and feel no heartbeat.
And they all look at me,
Faces of nomads and they snicker
At me,
I hang my head and cry tears,
But the tears were washed
Away in the tidal wave,
So I sit there,
Eyes closed
And I sleep the night away.
-10/2/2013-
Midnight
Under the thin feather clouds,
Yet beyond the beginning
Of twilight birth
Playful and creative.
Scent of gardenias linger
Forever still in the air
Hide under grass blades
I loosen my garment,
Let it drift down to the floor,
Whilst crackling embers
In rhythmic movement
Dance in the fireplace,
To see the tidal wave
Of lust in thy eyes.
So, sensuous
Is the ornate fruit,
To stand
Submit to the whip
Upon thy back
And tremble with strength
For a taste of desire.
A gasp for favored love
Accept fire burning from within
Climb, carried in musical rhythm
Through endless night,
Entangle explosives bliss.
7/2/2020
Love or Lust Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: D.W. Rodgers
Tidal Wave
Churning Coldness
Suddenly Crashing Down
Shocking Terror Flooding Reason
Withdraws
billowing of flies go unheard mist tsunami but buzz on dead ears
Trump Tidal Wave
A Trump tidal wave;
No matter what won't be saved;
His brain in has caved.
Jim Horn
Grapefruit moon
Spilling down on me.
At first she was scared,
Emotionally impaired,
But she cautiously came,
As my breeze called her name…
It blew through her hair,
With the scent of salt air,
While caressing her in,
The small gaps in linen…
So eager to soothe,
She starts to remove,
As she wade’s to come in,
So I’m close to her skin…
But just up to her waist,
While she begs me to taste,
Each time moving twice,
To be more precise…
At last comes the wave,
I’ve have waited to save,
So she covers again,
As she's drenched from within…
My soul like a tidal wave is churning
All through the night
Some unspoken thing in me is yearning
All through the night
O come wrap your fair arms around me
Give my slumber peace
Tell me your love is for me only
And let my torment cease.
My mind like a ship westward wandering
All through the night
Berth me at the window of your slumbering
All through the night
O wake and see my lips so tremble
For the glass cold pane
I too would fly but fear dreams may tumble
To meaningless again.
Your love is like a tidal wave
Drowning me
Too mighty to escape
It overpowers me
Cannot run from you
Cannot avoid your wrath
Submerge me.
The waves beneath me,
I struggle to stay above the surface,
It feels like every little thing is against me.
Belittling the backlash,
As the waves of life fight against me.
Just looking for solid ground,
Save me a place to lay down.
The journey has been rough
And my problems are real.
Give me strength to prevail.
Chaos clouds clear waters
Leaving the ocean floor stained.
Create peace
And spread it like a tidal wave.
The power within is raw,
Mericiless
And it can kill.
The forces of nature are real,
My connection to the elements
Makes me at home by the water.
How something so vast and complex
Can be all around us,
Yet hold so many memories.
From a trickle,
To a fall
Without tidal waves life wouldn't exist at all.
a single dream might be the ripple—that starts a tidal wave of change