By Sea Poems - Poems about By Sea

Am I on an island launching bottles out to sea beached at the waterline will someone rescue me I'm drowning not waving as the boats go by abandoned at high tide does anyone hear my cry here am I sad to say writing messages in the sand marooned a lonely castaway will somebody lend a hand if I'm on an island...

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By day my dreams go drifting of their own design I find my mind wandering down to the waterline for a change of scene let's you and me go swimming in the sea of tranquility leave all cares behind we'll sail away sometime soon and bathe by the light of the moon ...

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Waves shape the sound of soaring sea Ride the tides of what ought to be Layer on layer out of reach Breaking breakers bound on our beach Stirring swirls make clear waters curl Rolling rumblings leap to unfurl Watery spritz that twist then sway As bubbled foam pulls back away Each wave differing grasping high Trying to touch the spacious sky Dreams drenched in schemes...

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For Sir Brian Strand's 1401 Poetry Contest 5 August 2025 _ ...

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Strolling upon the shore at night, cavorting crabs come into sight. White-capped waves kiss the sultry shore, whisper nothings in gentle roar. Digging clams discover their holes, hiding away within the shoals. Starfish affirm their right of place, disappearing without a trace. Treasures blossom on cooling sand, aglitter in a patterned strand. Tiny rivulets run their course returning to their common source. Mysterious as it may be, I...

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When I read your words, I feel a sense of peace! The words are pleasant and offer me a chance to feel love! Each time we speak, I feel your heart sharing with me a piece! The words are of magnificent bliss like the beauty of a dove! The sea is between us, but our hearts are connecting with...

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Here rest my oars. A killick thrown to the school of fishes, To still my boat from the peering waves. Fishy-wishy scatter as water splatters, Like wood chips flying when the pickaxe strikes. A ship draws near, but my killick blocks its kiss— Its stale mouth might stagger my rest, And send my gathered fish fleeing the net. Much of the mud my...

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Plates shifting beneath the sea. Mountains rising in the flat land. Energy creates a man. Faith changes I can’t, into I can. ...

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I close my eyes savouring the memory of the clash of waves and rhythmic sway that rocked my childhood...

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First of all, I must say that I love the sea so much in the past, I dared to repeat words from the poet Areias, "Sea, my ground" RETURN If the sea deigns so much to lose a little water to wash my feet... I reciprocate, filling it back with my tears...! I know the sea's salt, so many shipwrecked ships... I know the sea's distance so...

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They call it a profession. Selling your skin is not the same as selling your skill. They call it a bad habit. Nose picking is not the same as digging dignity. They call it empowerment. Selling a product is different from being the product. They call it freedom, Walking naked in a cage is not the same as walking free. They call it a choice But selecting whose...

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Father Drinan took his class to Coney Island Beach, He thought the sand and ocean could also teach. They ran to Nathan's hot dogs, then sunk in deck chairs, Until a hungry seagull took them unawares. (bridge) The seagull grabbed a hotdog from poor Joey McBride, A clever attack, swooping in from the side. The kids all laughed, Joey let out a...

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It includes Sopka Veles speaks the balalaika Eumetopias Jubatus spoke this to the people. from the Stone area of Mesozoic and Paleozoic. Severo-Kurilsk in the Kuril Islands the reports spoke of a 8.8 magnitude quake here a...

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There he was still as a windless night, As if adorned in the drapes of the stormy sky, His shield covering the faintest shimmer's plight. The candle held on to its whispering glow, On the shores of the unending sea, It held on in the ruthless wind's blow. Why the ritual of protecting a such memory, In the great winds of every...

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When I walk bare feet along the ocean beach, The waves come rushing to greet me, They play hide and seek with my feet, And challenge me to enjoy my best. The constant music they play, Serenades my lover to ecstasy, Dancing to the music of the waves, Unifies our heart and souls. The time never waits, The tide hardly can wait, The sand sculpture...

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