Dark Ocean Poems | Examples
These Dark Ocean poems are examples of Ocean poems about Dark. These are the best examples of Ocean Dark poems written by international poets.
Cookiecutter Shark
Deep in the ocean, where shadows reside,
A small, sleek hunter, with nowhere to hide.
The cookiecutter shark, a name so absurd,
For a creature whose bite is truly assured.
No great white's terror, no hammerhead's might,
But a circular cut, in the dark of the night.
With a mouth like a scoop, and teeth sharp and keen,
It carves out its meals, a remarkable scene.
From whales to tuna, no creature is safe,
From the alien mark, a peculiar chafe.
A perfect round wound, left on muscle and skin,
A testament to where the small hunter has been.
It lurks in the deep, a cryptic design,
A parasite predator, truly divine.
So next time you swim in the ocean so wide,
Remember the cookiecutter, and where it might hide.
Dive in
Baby there's sharks in the water,
I need to get in the waters,
You know where not getting younger,
Well sink or we'll swim,
Baby are you with me?
Invincible, until you cut me open,
We are strangers, bound by love's cruel illusion...
Would you dive down, plunge into the abyss?
Tread through the wreckage of my shattered bliss?
Could you swim against the current of my fears?
Guide me back to surface, end my watery years?
For I am drowning, sinking fast and free,
Lost in the undertow of memories...
Beneath the waves, I reach for your hand,
Desperate fingers brushing yours like sand slipping through an hourglass.
I strain to hear your voice above the din,
Echoing fades of love left unsaid, swimming in sin.
Sin of how my heart become broken and lost in this dark abyss
Could you dive in and save me before the end..?
A thousand ships through the dark nights sail,
to mysterious lands and adventurous trails.
With a thirst for life, I cannot rest,
when one is finished, there comes another quest.
I travel many paths into the unknown,
with each path completed, I know I’ve grown.
Though dangers lurk at most every turn,
I sense I’m protected; I have no concern.
I try new things all the time,
I’ve never seen a mountain I’d not try to climb.
Life is for living so bring it on,
I’ve never been broken except for a bone.
I’ll keep on a traveling across the seven seas,
Enjoying the adventure, and the ocean’s breeze.
If you get too far down in the sea you will miss
the beautiful colors that swim by like this.
There is a school of flame angel fish, orange and bright.
If you get too far down, you will not see them or any light.
The mandarin fish are coming by to say hello now.
Some are fluorescent red and green, a real wow.
oh, my oh my It is a group of purple fin fish I think.
Their posh purple fuchsia color borders on dark pink.
Watch out for the corals, they are devastatingly dangerous you know.
With a gorgeous orange, yellow and peachy like look, glistening so.
The ocean has a delightful combination of blues and greens today.
Unsure if it is pacific teal or aquamarine, but it is joyful and gay.
Nothing but sea
where seagulls lie at a distance
Nothing but sea
as water on water beating —
the undertow like a chalice,
a glimpse of far inward duress,
Nothing but sea
She swoons atop a berg
There air water bullets
On midnight's face cross low —
While then besides the dark
Brims in Gemini froze.
She swoons atop a berg
We try for scraps on ice.
She is yours within me.
Of these miles between us,
This sea's the outer ring.
She swoons atop a berg
The Mercury has sank —
Only a lichen's mum,
A last bob underneath
For Saturn's interlove.
She swoons atop a berg
Without a jogging stance
To explain to us where —
That midnight neither melts
Air in ice, ice in air.
I didn't pull my weight
The boss was really sore
He said "you're second rate
and I won't take it anymore."
He continued raving
On how I was misbehaving
Said my job was not worth saving
And so I longed for Avon
Avon by the sea
I must go back to Avon
Avon by the sea
When my lifeboat needs a haven
When my problems need a maven
This is where I need to be
There's a ten-mile barrier island
It's not that far away:
Where ospreys touch down majestically
and beach forests gently sway.
But also on the Jersey shore
are the roots that once made me,
In the little town of Avon,
and when all the walls are caving
and hunger turns to craving
I retreat to Avon,
Avon by the sea
I took the train last September
Got off at Asbury Park
Strode the miles of boardwalk
Had to stop at coming dark.
I had regrets, I shed a tear
Then I saw a dolphin at setting light
At Ocean Grove I sat on a pier:
And on the shore it seemed alright.
I've paid my dues, I made my plea
They say I was guilty in the first degree
Let me lose the past in Avon,
I'll fly in like an escaping raven
Look! My friends are wildly wavin'
in Avon by the sea.
The ocean's a drum fault and sheer;
to me, breakout from dark, this sphere,
that the sunk water lapsing veers —
hours of footprints away from here,
Missing this density timeless
with each sanddollar I will wreck,
for today I'm also in shreds —
in the foam, this form, it lays death.
Like as the deep deep, her I love,
and I loved still, her back to run —
her buoy pushed under, then gone,
only passing wind in seagulls
This kiss in and out seamouth's tide —
on water, moon's curled by her side.
This word ends can make one think,
how many ends are there?
I needed the ends of my hair cut.
What happened when they cut too much off?
I needed to wear a hat for weeks.
Lets drive to the ends of this road.
It is a dark and quiet place.
We can watch the sky filled with bright stars.
Will a ship sail off the ends of the ocean?
Years ago many thought this to be true.
We now know this is to be false.
I will follow you the the ends of the earth.
Will you really?
No, it is just a saying.
The ends justify the means.
Maybe yes or maybe no.
Guess it is the way you look at it.
How many ends does this story have?
The one from the writer.
The one from the reader.
Miles apart in the gleam, I believe her,
Upright on the porch, staring at the mighty above,
Her glassy eyes shimmering with a deceptive smile,
Her loose hair flowing like ocean waves.
Must she be seeing the moon similar as mine?
Our children lie in slumber deep,
Too young to grasp the storms we face.
Here I stand, lost in whispers of the dark,
Unformed, without any foresight.
Oh, my love! How will I ever repay those emotions?
The deepest depths no longer sting,
Perhaps the Almighty is a reconsideration away.
What have I done so horrendous,
For you to endure this?
My soul feels lost in its entirety.
Where a blink's separation takes us closer to certainty,
My beloved, forgive me for this single night of parting.
shadows creep along
gray fog ribbons undulate
dying dark bleeds light
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You held me when you were broke,
Your hands wrapped around my throat,
All my friends think I'm a joke,
For drowning, so you could float.
You lit a match so I burned,
I took it all, every hurt,
Trying to love you, I've learned,
You can't be the ocean, for a desert
Of ocean’s roar, dark tales are told
Of swimmers dragged into its fold
Incautious choices, foolish-bold
Ne’er seen again, their bells have tolled
Of hairpin turns on mountain roads
Huge semis bid farewell to loads
Then likely starts an avalanche
Once boulders fall, they can’t be stanched
When life’s not valued, thrown away
To God we turn and fervent pray
~ Iambic Tetrameter ~
The tide cannot go on dark on my feet—
in winter you move but 'specially move,
but from within its grave, your bracing cease,
this time of year where a fog I look through,
in the sea that passed your own footprints by—
in winter you move but 'specially move
with a current that to my living cries
like a wild channel, me to go to you,
in the sea that passed your own footprints by;
that beach still comes in waves, lost to my youth;
I comb for our memory's ebb within—
the forming seagulls in the ice air blew
away. My part of you in deep ocean,
though in the swell, your ghost returns, nimbus—
I comb for our memory's ebb within
as winter going out now approaches;
the tide cannot go on dark on my feet,
though in the swell, your ghost returns, nimbus—
but from within its grave, your bracing cease.
summer red sunsets
faded with the blue ocean
hug a starry night
above dark waters
the stars' optimal moment
attract watching eyes
~best twinkling instants~
a reverie to be kept
when grey winter shows