Ocean Poems | Examples of Ocean Poetry

He took an oath beneath the chandelier palace, tongue lapping at furtive moth wings. A crown of collectible bottle caps balanced on his warty brow. Lilith bowed as he passed, her petals muttering oaths. Tadpoles formed a scepter’s ascendency, guiding his webbed ascent. In the court of cattails and reeds, he declared dominion over ripples. Bullfrogs drummed a royal cadence, while dragonflies danced in tribute. But power...

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As i bestow my eyes into your darkest sincerest eyes, I feel calmness overtake my body, As If I was looking into the night sea where the waves and shore are at peace and the moon glistens over, And the soothing sound of your voice calming one another, and the warmth of being in your brace keeping me...

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Where sky meets ocean and air meets water, and these two approach land, a novice surfer glides ever sideways along the borderline between the graceful, smooth glass of intention, and the turbulent, chaotic crash of execution. This eternal moment is called life. In love, it is called marriage or fatherhood....

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Breezy, break away free bird, as free as easy as the wind wanderess go onward ~ through life~ with an incessant need to find solace and meaning back in god’s grace It’s penetrating places you roam and journeyed from Free bird, without a home, without your flock Once wings spread across golden honey horizons then held still on a dock Cries o’er the retched waves drenched in its...

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'Twas dawn and all the sky blazed red. The tell-tales snapped like waving flags. The keening wind was full of dread; all surplus sails were stowed in bags. Though somewhere on the restless main the sea was growling in the deep. Its purpose no one could ascertain; but there it stirred and did not sleep. The...

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At the end of the sea and start of the sand there lies a place; a place where we stand and watch the sea go from shore to shore in an endless tide; that for so long before the grass was tall and the wind was blowing, has been moving like the sea - the sea; ever flowing. And the stories...

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The horizon stretches, endless blue, A vastness mirroring the dread I knew. Problems arose, a tempest unforeseen, And I, a fragile vessel, lost between. The waves they crashed, a symphony of might, Each crest a shadow stealing all the light. The shore, a whisper, distant and unclear, And in that ocean's heart, surrender felt so near. The will to navigate, a tattered sail, My...

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I’ve seen the sphinx and pyramids Climbed Kilimanjaro and Everest Crossed the ocean in a raft, I did So, which thrill was the best… Lest you think...

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I don’t like clothes, or non-water things. Just my boat. And as a wave comes through, it’s as if my boat could do a flip in the air. Ocean paths are like a safe. There are a million combinations to try. And in trying, I could get distracted and drown. Which is horrible and priceless, and I would never be...

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Was that a giant head bobbing out of the ocean? The sightseers got out their binoculars Something massive, a monster Looked like a giant head Captain of the cruise ship had seen this before It is an ocean sunfish, they weigh four thousand pounds They do look like giant heads Their main food source is jellyfish I felt relieved I thought the head of...

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"The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever." — Jacques Cousteau It was an early summer morning at the desolate beach Seagulls soared over the water searching for crabs within reach The waves gently crashed ashore and left ocean treasures to find, sea glass, star fish, urchins and other ocean debris of...

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Tumbling down in a rhythmic flow Bestowed a dream appear With crystal light The ocean bright Rising in sunlit mirrors White clouds drift The sand shifts In hues of golden brown A rhythmic flow The tempo grows In harmony A gracious sound Each shillouette Stands undisturbed Gazing out beyond To find a dream Of life redeemed In poetic words And a song [] "An etched memory is that of a painted dream Wandering free...

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Characteristic of past The characteristic of some individuals cannot be understood within a single period of time, because completing a cycle of time requires two ghats, not any ...

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- Nature's treasures - are worth more than money and gold in your pocket - ...

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