Best Tide Poems
I'll always be here for you,
where else would I go.
But for you, my heart is lost,
in dream..
to counting sheep,
and always will be so.
I don't need a better picture of you..
than the one that plays in my mind.
Two hands held so close to my heart,
and you always were so kind.
Keep me near like a smile..
one you used to hide.
A whisper of your beautiful name
to my faithful heart.
It's never too far..
after all,
my hands hold back approaching tide..
to catch you when you fall.
I'll always be here for you,
where else would I go.
My life, like the sea, ebbed and flowed,
A world littered with peaks and valleys
A painted vision like a chiaroscuro,
When times were sometimes light, others dark.
Yet one thing I can truly say
Despite the fact you often left and returned.
I was always blindly loyal to you.
I never looked at another spouse.
I admit we were neither Cherubs nor Seraphs,
We all had our shortcomings.
Despite that, you judged me on my few failures,
However, I had my successes too.
I worked hard and achieved much,
Alas that interested you not.
Eventually, we got married.
I remained a faithful soul.
We had our ups and downs, but I was loyal to you.
So when I die I only wish for someone
To write upon my tomb’s headstone:
He loved loyally.
The hungry mouth of misery swallowed me.
In sorrow I walked the edge of a cerulean sea.
Along its shoreline, my wistful eyes have wept.
Tears fell on ebb tide, and away they were swept.
Once my heart held deep within, a joyous glow,
then plunged into darkness, a sad tale of woe.
I felt it beating, waiting to discover love anew,
and a world freshly painted lucent sapphire blue.
I've lain upon the beach never wanting to arise,
watching clouds swiftly flying in clear azure skies
and praised God for creating such a realm of blue,
so radiantly glorious in shades of a Heavenly hue.
If I could label a color that expresses my emotion
it would be a darkling one called, 'Lost Devotion.'
It's terribly heartbreaking when romance expires.
Doused were the passionate flames of love's fires.
When at last I've passed, my salty tears will flow
from clear azure skies to the cerulean sea below.
Moonlight will paint shadows from her indigo skies,
until tears no longer spill from my weeping eyes.
High tide
sadness billows
swells over me in waves
massive, silent, overwhelming
melancholy ocean engulfing me
flailing, drowning in emotion
or maybe I'm being
too dramatic
only-
It feels
that dramatic-
my universe slightly
out of orbit or alignment
something strangely out-of-kilter causing
all things to be thrown off their course
too much wind and pressure
in atmosphere
storms surge
Drifting
on swift currents
rudderless, out to sea
swept toward an isolated
island, far removed from humanity
pulling me farther and farther
from the reality
of what could be
wind-tossed
Landing
on shore, lonesome
building small raft of hope
shoving off at nightfall, to sleep
buoyantly, trusting by morning I'll be
somewhere else- maybe better or
not, but different than
here- can't be worse
I think...
Washed
up
on the
shore
broken
by
the
ocean's
roar
waiting
at
the
foot
of
heavens
door
I
touch
her
fading
beauty
with
my
trembling
hand
a
broken
shell
lying
in
the
burning
sand
~~~
Author: Elaine George
Constantly she toils
in the darkness of the heaving sea
gathering treasures into her aprons deep;
twice a day she knocks, panting,
at the shoreline’s wide stretching door,
and scatters her abundant gifts
for vagabonds like me to reap.
Copyright, October 24, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
I am the tide a ceaseless tide
drifting afar from sheltered shores
From solaced paths of wide-spread sands
where all my waters have become yours
I am the tide a ceaseless tide
rising up high beyond the line
Burnt orange line where half moon rests
between hushed ocean and twilight sky
I am the tide a ceaseless tide
anchored in thoughts with no return
I 'll keep on rolling keep getting distant
from blissful moments which we once shared.
I'll keep escaping a thousand butterflies
that swiftly flutter in rocky caves
I'll keep remembering smiles on lost laugh- lines
where sea-spumes kissed your upturned face
I am the tide a ceaseless tide
You are the sandman who walks out late
I watched you standing by the blue light-house
drawing two hearts without a name
I saw you gazing into the distance
I wondered if you're setting sails...
to a horizon without an hourglass
where your arms sink in my embrace
There are those who will not hear the siren's wail,
But will know the wheat has turned pale.
Winds will sweep up from the south and the west,
His chorus of trees swaying bravely are Blessed.
Shields aside, faces lit in harmony,
Destiny, homogeny, all God's Children once more free.
Lightning, earthquakes, tsunami seas,
Herald His Coming while evil flees.
Shooting Stars, like hail from above,
Will cleanse us from sin on Wings of the Dove.
And balance in nature will sweep o'er the land
With God in His Glory
Grasp all in His Hand
12/12/21
Knee deep in surf
The water clung to her
Changing silk gown
To wrinkled shiny skin
Never had I envied ocean water so
But then t'was I who'd let her go
Drowning in green eyes
With fear of clinging ties
Holding me back
As mist descended far and low,
dark storm clouds stirred the sea.
Upon the rocks a maiden lay,
weep by the tide did she.
Fair English rose, her skin so pure,
awash with salty dew.
Now tarnished, long cascading hair
once glowed a golden hue.
A sailor's charm did claim her heart
when first he stepped ashore.
He courted her, imbibed her love,
then told he'd stay no more.
His soul betrothed to ocean's breeze,
firm land was not for he.
Horizon-bound, his ship set sail
o'er black and verdigris.
As tempest ragings galled the waves
beneath the moonless skies,
a haunting sorrow chased the wind,
midst echoes from her sighs.
'cross briny depths she cried her vow
to wait eternally.
Forever on those rocks she lay,
weep by the tide did she.
The busy Moon forgot about the Tide.
She left it out all day upon the sand.
And when it found itself alone topside,
there mischief was immediately at hand.
It washed the muddy Rocks until they shone,
then dragged in trash to mess them up again,
it chilled the chubby babies to the bone
and tugged their pudgy feet to pull them in.
It rearranged the peaceful ocean floor
and wrapped the kelp into a tangled wreath,
then turned up all the driftwood on the shore
and tickled every creature underneath.
It tricked the Fishermen it came across
by pulling at the lines they'd cast about,
took cages that it saw the Trappers toss
and let the little Crabs and Lobsters out.
It fooled with every Fish that floated by,
it sprayed the Seagulls when they flew too near,
it pooled in spots it KNEW the Sun liked dry
and played with all the boats along the pier.
It sueezed the baby Squid until they laughed
then painted funny pictures with their ink
and after it had taught them all this craft,
it swirled away like water down a sink.
It called to Clouds that hung around the sky
and asked to meet them halfway in between
then teased them until they began to cry
but just to make it rain, not to be mean...
The Tide adored its mischief and it would
have gleefully continued on its spree
but for the Moon, who for the greater good,
came up at last and let it out to sea!
*
pink gulls of twilight
circle the hidden cove...
sand between our toes
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I thought that I should never be
as old as folks as old as me,
for in my youth the time of day
moved so much slower on its way.
But youth can be a wondrous thing
that hides the truth of living’s sting,
that birth must surely lead to death
from babe’s first cry to final breath.
For time flows past at different rate
it never ever stops to wait,
however time decides to go
mankind must follow fast or slow.
Of course when measured on the clock
the time when tide will wash each rock
can be defined specifically,
but time defies this guarantee.
The speed of youth makes time go slow
as youngsters race to stem its flow.
Slow pace of age can speed time’s drift
as with our memories we shift.
So tide and time I fear my friends
are never constant in their trends,
you’ll find as you meet each new day
a little time has slipped away!
Ivor G Davies
Icy shards reflect what is seen
but not what is meant to be
I will wait not on tomorrow
as the temples begin to grey
time moves along but not alone
it has hope, it has perseverance
it's dawns erupt, it's dusks construct
moments, where feelings come alive
where wanton needs are met
on twisted trails or amid broken sails
moments laying meaning to time
lost in an incomprehensible continuum
I will not wait on tommorow
and let time dictate the day
I will ride the trails
I will open my sails
in hope it will bring me your way
"Tide and Time wait for no man." - Chaucer
To all the gobblers out there. Just because you can't fly doesn't mean you should stop others from flying. Help lift others up not hold them down.
A powder-blue sky turns prismatic
the sun glows marigold
chromatic colors, captivate, so charismatic
below the horizon an indigo sea glitters boldly
Looming clouds melt into marmalade
with overtones of a lavender hue
cerulean waves crash against sand the color of suede
as the setting sun slowly turns the sea sangria instead of blue
Streaks of tangerine reach down to touch the sea
iredescent lights bend and colors meld
giving way to a violet sky tinted with orange cream
the sun disappears turning periwinkle waves into midnight-blue swells
as night falls the colors fade
blue, purple and marmalade