Best Waves Poems
Dancing in space
Waltzing in the universe
Pirouetting on cloud banks
Aah yes
Come with me
Let’s dance together
Ancient flute notes echo
Amidst starshine and lost memories
I feel you there beside me
Peeking around planets
Your eyes seeking me out
Our fibers entwined
Through passion and loss
Our unspoken words
Spun like gold thread
Around our bleeding hearts
An inhale ~ a memory
Meeting you in the ocean
Immersing ourselves in blankets of mist and fog
Lavender foam adorned with turquoise sparkles
Glinting off wave tips
My nakedness enveloped
Salty tears
My mouth open
Searching for you
I walk through time
Through walls of water
The waves part
As I find my way
Inward
Onward
To the sacred place within
I feel the air ~ quiet now
My fingertips sense my surroundings
I smell your heartbeat
In darkness my palms touch yours
A vibration of heat
Of laughter
Of knowing
Of ancient memories
Coupling our souls
Forever
Do not build a ladder
when I fall into the abyss—
I did not call for climbing.
The thorn in me
is not a riddle to solve,
nor a window to repair.
I am thunder, not your project-
rain needing witness,
not your umbrella.
When I say I’m drowning,
do not throw ropes of reason.
Let me sink into your silence—
weightless, unrescued, yet unalone.
Be the shore that does not move
as my waves thrash and settle.
My pain is not a puzzle.
Don’t match it to your pieces.
It is a wild bird—
let it wheel, let it scream, let it land
uncaged cage on wild earth.
You see my storm
and lash advice like scaffolding,
but I need someone
to taste the torrent,
to say yes—it bites, and burns,
not someone who murmurs
“you should have stayed inside.”
To love me is to shhh,
to hold space as sacred,
to hear with your cells,
not just your ears.
Mirabelle orb ascends,
under clementine and pomegranate skies.
Absent,
in delight of daylight.
Eyes set adrift in dawning daydreams.
Calm heart is an oceanic concerto,
flowing along sapphire tones.
Deep breaths walk upon water,
caressed by Poseidon's piano keys.
Pulsating palpitations beat eloquent echoes,
rousing freely along rhythmical ripples.
Searching for symphonic serenity -
composition of waves, amicably,
pave a path towards destiny.
Hope vibrates like Apollos's lyre and lute strings,
as winds whistle lost tunes from Athena's flute.
Melodies of the silent sea summon torpid tides,
as desire merges in harmony with the harbour -
passionately embracing barren shores.
Aroma of dusk's dew cools in night's velvet sheen,
as sinking sun is submerged into the deep blue sea.
Sprinkling of pearls appear - their reflection
shimmering upon watery midnight blue stillness.
In silent clarity of blackness,
flowing footfalls of fate purify -
awakening mind from its reverie.
The Silent One
6 September 2020
Mirabelle - a plum, also known as mirabelle prune or cherry plum, is a cultivar group of plum trees of the genus Prunus. It is believed that the plum was cultivated from a wild fruit grown in Anatolia.
Poseidon, in ancient Greek religion, god of the sea (and of water generally), earthquakes, and horses.
Apollo has been recognized as a god of archery, music and dance, truth and prophecy, healing and diseases, the Sun and light, poetry, and more. His two musical instruments were the lute and the lyre.
Athena was a talented flute player, as she created it, but others ridiculed her when she played due to her cheeks. In disgust, she threw away the flute and said whoever picked it up and played it would be severely punished.
I have loved and been loved
I have shared ivory love bliss colors
I have ridden sapphire airs of crimson ecstasy
and touched silvery, tingling stars
I have felt sumptuous, silky, lilac joy move
and embrace my harlequin heart
I have melted to tangerine delight caresses
tingling my willing, fuchsia skin
I have been lifted and turned and tossed
on sensual, erotic waves that boldly travelled
thoroughly through and within me
From precipice of memories, flashbacks nostalgic billow,
Thinking of you as I ruminate, adoring the views below,
Where waves oceanic dance, leaping on windy tempos,
Propagating ambitions of tides, vying pristine sea shore;
Rippling my thoughts, undulating with emotions of yore,
Mesmerized in recollections lovingly brought to fore,
Allured by longings unforgettable, yearning for more,
Of your covert smile, enamored in friendship and love.
Admiring beauty serene, negotiating crests and troughs,
Immersing in nature’s awe, despite hurricanes and storms,
Sailing on vigor of vitality, rowing with elation and joy,
We built on hope and pride, rising and falling with tides;
Adulating on apex of highs, descrying the lows of sighs,
Turning pages of life, enchanting our hearts and minds,
We watched seasons decaying, regenerating over time,
Recognizing, in failures we sow, seeds of success in life.
Though dreams of romance became nightmares of desires,
We retain treasured albums, forever moments inspired,
Of sacred truths unveiled, destinations exotic we sailed,
Of dreams magical reveled, of themes our passions made;
Hypnotizing me still, in glance of your glamorous smile,
As I rejoice in tenor of then, remorseful of final goodbyes,
Cherishing melodious sounds, echoing from arc of bygones,
Gleaming our separate horizons, hosting asunder dawns.
Etheree 10- 12-23
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Waves ~
Waves
Glide in
On white wings,
Fleecy whitecaps
Flutter in rhythmic
Rhapsodies of seafoam
Swell across the naked sands
Hypnotic serpentines slow dance
Surges of rising tides bear spindrift
To sparkle like crystal frost in sunlight
Ebbing billows crescendo in withdrawal
As the shore clings to the waves caress
Tidal pulse bids the shore farewell
Leaving sandy signatures,
Lacy ripples of ebb,
Tidepools overflow
Driftwood harvest
Seaside gifts
New waves
Form
Pushed there for a thousand years
and will be for a thousand more,
pushed there by the gentle winds
the silver waves upon the shore.
Ancient trees who watched here daily
are now dark silhouettes 'round the rim,
as dusk settles in over the still lake
and a dragonfly takes a final skim.
As the sun dips below the surface
silver waters gain a hint of gold,
their riches flow around my feet
giving me memories to be told.
The sands of time sift down below
where life goes drifting by,
and laid there for a thousand years
and beneath them, so shall I.
And become like a silhouette
to watch all life drift by,
and reliving in every moment
never stopping to ask why.
Pushed there by flowing currents
and the wind's most gentle roar,
I fade away like the golden sun
glint silver waves upon the shore.
In perfect rhythm
A gently flowing ballad
Perfect melody
Tugging at my heart
Softly lifting my spirit
Tickling my senses
A song of beauty
Calling to the universe
To maintain all life
Everlasting tune
Beckoning for all to see
Shimmering with hope
Singing out for peace
In harmony with the wind
Conducted by God
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
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The echoes of that day,
Choke the flow of moving on.
Tattered memories...encased,
...of loved ones who have forgone.
We miss our sons and daughters,
But the Good Lord called them home.
We must embrace Thy course of time,
For the winds of change have blown.
Though America still weeps,
We’re still the home of the brave.
I’m proud to be from this land,
Where the flag still proudly waves.
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For Nathan's 9-11 Contest
My feelings flounder
like a sky of dying stars
already snuffed out
yet still sending waves of light
to haunt my heart at midnight
I am getting tired of the tidal waves
That bring me to shore,
Spit me out and drag me in once more.
I am tired of the crest dropping
And the trough getting deeper,
While the pain in life gets steeper.
I am not always under,
But I haven’t learned to surf the top.
Arriving at the trough and wondering
When the pain is going to just stop.
I am tired of the drama that sets the waves into motion
And I wish that the voices in my head would stop their commotion.
The crest of the waves are moments,
But the troughs are drawn out loud and long,
The crest might spit positive emotion
While the tough brings a tearful drowning song.
Calm Waves On Peaceful Seas
Within Nature rests a rose scented breath
Its whispers a call against mortal death,
When brother sun it tempts to rise and shine
Sets dawn and morning light to this define,
As sweet life meant to be,
Calm waves on peaceful seas.
Within vibrant beats of romantic heart
Gasping echoes, sounding true love starts,
By ones destined dream that often decrees
Giving up harvesting fruits from greedy trees,
As sweet life meant to be,
Calm waves on peaceful seas.
Within man's earthen plight, oft treasures lay
Among the shadows of sun's dying day,
Begging love seeking souls to soon be found
And born to heart as free spirit unbound,
As sweet life meant to be,
Calm waves on peaceful seas.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-3- 2020
Rhyme, ( As Life, Love and Living was meant to be )
Note:
Looking back upon life's glowing mirror,
it casting images that tender heart so craves,
aghast at many things now so clearer
and praying deep, that something remembered saves.
From Desolate Waves, Of A True Love's Death
As poet I cry out, nobody hears
yes, deep ingrained apathy I fear
for no other sad darkness so repels
as does indifference born from Hell.
From desolate waves, of spitting grey mists
arrives those terrors from misery's lists
fiery flames set to burn a weeping soul
into heartache abyss, death's tragic toll!
As poet I cry out, so few may see
majesty in even a long dead tree
or beauty in finely woven dark verse
born from a pure truth one did not rehearse.
From desolate waves, of a true love's death
comes grief that illuminates gasping breath
followed by epic dark, its coldest chills
knowing never again, comes love's sweet thrills.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-28-2019
Rhyme, ( From Tales Of Sorrows Are Born Dying Breaths )
ON THE WAVES OF LOST MEMORIES…
These salted memories tell stories
The oceans and seas gave birth to.
Over the tempestuous waters
Echoes from the bellies of slave ships
Ride the tides of history
Spreading ripples over the shores
Of time proclaiming forgiveness
For lost souls.
We sashay along bleached beaches
Where white sands mask the shed blood;
And splashing waves drown out
The ghost echoes of rattling chains:
We no longer remember
Our beginnings here.
She who sends waves touching beautiful warm and gracious words
Draws bright sunshine smiles in our hearts as they sing in her grace
Flowing from the heart her beauty held in her Quill ready to write
Pure diamond sparkling rainbows as a true friend is a friend in deed
The tidal wave raises fine soaked sand from the bottom of the ocean
And the waves curl out pearl white reflecting a most Picture Perfect
Image that is truly splendid and always sublime to behold and cherish
As Nature’s soft wind caresses your aura and inspires your next poem
She who sends these very waves touching beautiful personifies a Muse
So rare, so special—and brings her influence and talents to bear in
Masterfully supporting the efforts of fellow poets and dreamers as they
“Spill Ink” on blank pages late at night crafting their next poetic masterpiece
The very power and wonder of her good works and positive influence are
Always there magnificently arrayed like pure beams of sunshine touching
And dazzling all in her reach quite profoundly with the magic of her thoughts
And the quiet courage of her convictions as the simply wonderful poet she is
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem (Free Verse Poem),
November 26, 2014
NOTE: Written in Honor of Anne-Lise Andresen for Her Fine Poetry and For
Her Continued Professional Support and Encouragement of Other Fellow Poets.