Winter Ocean Poems | Examples
These Winter Ocean poems are examples of Ocean poems about Winter. These are the best examples of Ocean Winter poems written by international poets.
With resonating breath I leap to my feet to see
Of all Winters testimonies and all the verses conceived
A Winter storm was brewing pushing hard from the east
As the blue skies disappeared the wind began its siege
Filling the sky with looming clouds swelling with disbelief
Temperatures dropped the air pushed through to bringing a bitter freeze
Watching the first snowflakes as they gathered atop the trees
A gail force wind with swirling strength set the drifts rolling like the ocean free
Through the night I hunkered tight
As the warming fire raged
I fell in dream a peaceful sleep
And woke in a Winter dream
Birds of flight the clear blue sky the vale dressed in light
a sunray dawns singing a song as I sketch a muse of white
Footprints walking our snowy, sandy place
The silence, oh, how she makes it nimbus —
The waves unchanged after falling snow crown,
Someone else in you and I; remember — ?
I look for the heart of these ebbing shells.
The cleanup of sea froze to this blizzard.
In my mouth, her hair — tongue stirs minuet
Through silver glitter of ice, nor'easter.
Like a whipped fish hanging onto a dock,
Through a tipping sun in your Aqua eyes,
Like the snow — a chilly buoy's heartthrob;
Will the ocean between us melt in time — ?
Another white wing like frost from seagulls
On frigid beach's body; letters traced —
Within the surf, our names' wipeout; and still
Winter goes without us, in snow and gray.
On a winter's day by the sea,
Endless blue skies to see.
Rays of the sun, gentle and kind,
Foamy waves, a rhythmic grind.
Soft, wet sand with footstep traces,
Unspoken tales of varied faces.
Seagulls watch, pelicans glide,
Ocean’s beauty surrounds the site.
Satisfying warmth in a lovely stroll,
Oceanaire’s chilly embrace sooths the soul.
Never dared to say,
" I love you, sweety. "
Why did I keep all words to myself,
staring at your picture on the shelf?
No night is really warm, I tremble under the sheets,
I long to be close and share those amazing feelings:
thoughts are wider than an ocean bluer than any sky,
being on this side is harder than anything worth a try,
even this darkness of winter is colder than snow,
break this silence deeper than fear and shadow!
Thoughts are wider than an ocean,
they're much quicker than a speeding arrow;
they're able to pierce a lost emotion
to stir awareness in someone not mellow!
Never dared to say,
" I'm all yours, honey. "
It makes you wonder how untrue I'd be...
not holding you, not sparking any glee!
Only desire can increase devotion,
it's simply the illusion that we're near;
if thoughts are wider than an ocean,
can our distant hands touch each other?
Ocean Waves Splashing on the Shore
Bigger and Bigger Then Ever Before
But What Can We Do
Since We Turned Our Back on You
Mud Slides Rolling down the Hill
Everything in its Path Being Killed
But What Can We Do
Since We Turned Our Back on You
Mighty Winds Are Blowing
Winter Storms with Heavy Snowing
But What Can We Do
Since We Turned out Back on You
The Weather Seasons Are Changing
The Mighty Storms Are Damaging
But What Can We Do
Since We Turned Our Back on You
Water Disappearing in the Mighty Lakes
As the Earth Suffers from Our Mistakes
But What Did We Do
Since We Turned Our Back on You
Earth Never Be the Same
And Only Us Can Take the Blame
And What Did We Do
Except Turned Our Back on You
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
In cold winter air, I tread to the beach
Looking for things that I think I need
A shell of some kind, washed up jellyfish
To the creaky shack, looking for things I missed
I crack open the door and the warmth hits my cheeks
Look back to the ocean, hoping it might speak
And tell me to stop, to not go underneath
But I never listen, I rinse and repeat
Whatever you’re cooking, it smells like a home
I reach out to call, and you pick up the phone
We fall back in bed to the sound of the tone
I open up, you let out a sweet moan
Write me your sweet words, sing me your songs
Tell me where to go and where to belong
I let the tide take me while I’m grasping at straws
I let the shark eat me, I swim right to its jaws
Bite marks and scratches, on what I depend
A cold dish that doesn’t taste sweet like revenge
Washed up to the shore with nothing to defend
I beg for you, darling, to hurt me again
My dreams escape the winter sleep
that troubles wearied souls,
to places far the heart desires.
Where passions wait from old.
For there, all worldly cares are stilled,
by sight of seas and skies.
As I look at ocean on winter day
Nor'easter whips up a towering rage
Perpetual motion having its way
Many hours endured of fearsome rampage.
To walk the cliffs and wonder at seascape
Lighthouse stands tall amid ongoing storm
Wrapped in foul-weather gear I feel awake
Powerful element tantrums perform.
Long established perpetual motion
At one with nature's tempestuous mood
Stirring up primordial emotion
In tune with the storm do not feel subdued.
Horizon obscured quite invisible
Ocean's power, in truth, formidable
In our haste to pack, we left winter behind
Easy to forget with thoughts of paradise filling our minds
As we depart from the plane we are met with the warmth of the sun
Relaxation has surely taken over leading to a week of endless fun
Strolling on the beach hand and hand
Our feet are greeted by the sparkling sand
As day turns to night a romantic dinner at sea awaits
A perfect evening for love we need to create
Dolphins glide by across the pristine turquoise ocean
All in sync with their effortless motion
The silence in the air is broken as a mariachi band starts to play
What a pleasure to be part of such a wonderful day
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Shored-up wooden boats standing in the mud, braced by boards to stand erect,
We vigilant men past sixty, retain our dignity, and point to heaven, with masts securely fixed to the deck.
Like a thinning forest of greying painted trees, we are picturesque in a sunset with cawing gulls flying by.
Though the tide is now low, the ebb will soon flow by the full of the moon.
And when tidewaters of the sound are high, we will drop our boards, raise our sails, real in our lines, and list with a tune.
Then we shall sail past break waters with bows toward God, carrying no passenger on our final, and long goodbye.
by Martin Braun
In remembrance of the late Jimmy Buffett, who wrote songs that captured my soul, and warmed my heart while driving midnight Friday evenings in the dead of an Ohio winter. I sang "Mother, Mother Ocean" with windows rolled down to keep me awake during my business travels while dreaming of lost better times and for a future I still long for.
“It’s life, just live with it!”
I said out loud on the beach
That cold morning as we took the plunge.
My friend and I on a winter morn.
Frost on the sand as we greeted the sun,
Took in the warm rays despite the air,
Which was glass-sharp entering our lungs.
Ice cold water, the waves somehow soft
Despite the ferocity of the tide.
The Sandy beach stretching out,
The tide line littered with the detritus
Washed up by the winter storms.
After anointing our bodies in the foamy brine,
To dress and return to society
After our brief sojourn to the land of sirens.
As we robed our cold and bathed bodies,
My naked flesh visible for all to see,
Aware of eyes watching our antics on the sand.
I spake forth “it’s life, deal with it!”
Our laughter rang out cross the beach,
Our passion for swimming had given us
Strength, passion and above all
The confidence to just be, and allow life to happen.
When Spring’s first touch is gently set
with Winter now scarcely a threat,
implore the ocean breezes spray
all cares and troubles far away.
With sweet caress of warmer days
and softness in the sunny haze,
carry me to pastoral thoughts
of my favorite nature spots.
Where flowers kiss the breeze that blows
and young ones run, too spry to pose,
transport me to refreshing moods,
where nature's calm, no one intrudes.
Such peace brushes my soul out here!
I lie still as Tender Hands steer
my notions to emotions pleased
and comfort me, turmoils are eased.
Winter’s subtle hues of grays and blues
decorate and embellish the earth.
The coolness of the colors imbues
youthful elan, and promises rebirth.
Celeste mountains with electric tops
reflect the fullness of the blue moon
The coldness of the cobalt night pops
urging arctic stars to sing their tune.
Ocean teal with cerulean caps
swirls and twirls the turquoise waves and soon
meet the shore with Aquarius laps
and excites my lonely heart to swoon.