Pacific Poems - Poems about Pacific

Swimming under the surface of the Pacific Past the border of the ocean Where the two meet, brown and blue. Met by tiny swimming jewels here, Living within the tall crystals, The ecosystem of crystals Covering the ocean floor. Dazzles of Ruby-red, glinting almost, Heaps of Saphire-cyan, soothing the eyes, Just a sprinkle of Emerald-green, as if waiting to be seen, Infestations of Citrine-yellow, seen...

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The canvas taut, a square of shadowed space, Where sweat and fury leave their brutal trace. Two figures poised beneath the glaring light, A primal dance, a battle in the night. The bell's sharp clang, a signal to engage, A storm of leather, on a furious stage. The jabs like lightning, swift and sharp and clean, A calculated rhythm, a violent scene. The...

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Scents of burnt embers flowing over my windowsills Charred are the palm tree fronds that once fanned the breeze Seized are the pods, timbers Torches sparking shrills Behold the ashes drifting as they fall from my smoke-sooted skies O but in b 'tween choking and tearing eyes ...

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Written & Posted, 3rd January 2025 For the International Contest, CHOOSE A 2025 POSTED POEM Sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 4th January 2025 (Second Place) Poem of the day - 5th January 2025 I checked my watch and checked my phone, but everyone’s in a different zone, Eastern, Central, Mountain, Pacific, maybe I should be more specific, the dollar says in...

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Brooklyn, NY Brownstone Artificial Christmas Tree Glitter in ornaments and décor Christmas Cards were hung all through the house The thought of living to Christmas among All that happened when I was young My Baltimore and Ohio Railroad in Silver would be circling the Christmas Tree That was the Christmas for me It was everything it was supposed to be The Brownstone Christmas had...

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there's a second ocean sprawled like an accident, a spill of plastic guts and chemical veins choking what swims, suffocating the tides that once dreamed of moonlight and salt. we did this. with our coffee cups and straws, our six-pack rings, our shiny wrappers crumpled and forgotten. a monument to convenience, an altar to laziness, floating like the unburied dead on water too poisoned to sweep. somewhere out there, a bird...

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A high feVER that ocCUR when one NERves high too AlcohoLICS like their MIXed drinks by KISSing floors Three keep seCRET Two is DEAD but one SAID--not dead On your mark, GET ready SET go, now. LET's...

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Climbing fragile skies, with honesty clinging to the wind, Reflecting the gentle in the spirit, who remembers to yield to the graceful sea, Hesitating against a shore of gratitude, delicate reef Stumbling in rhythms, June through December…. Revealing the music that abides in the tides, swelling the heart, Trembling against the aching sand, weathering the stars, Coloring smiles in grace that...

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We woke up early to a 50 degrees morning….six o’clock to be specific In order to make the 70 mile trip to Rialto Beach on the coast of the Pacific. It was a two hour circuitous trip …since we had to be there by nine there was no time to linger about because Rialto Beach is only open when...

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Sunrise all the world But sunrise over the sea Brings unique surprise....

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I entered a competition In a gardening magazine. I had to write a poem About a garden I had seen. I chose a lovely garden That was here in my mind. A piece of imagination Where flamingo's could have dined. Mammals and coloured singing birds All called this land their own. Free to wander and to fly To graze and hunt and roam. But my garden does...

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we met in glass jars on the Beagle in the Pacific I'd never seen anything like you before, your hair, your smile, your huggable eyes, thrown together by beards and tankards grabbed from every sun, but you reflected curves onto my glass and maimed my stopper for oceans now we sit on different shelves but I can still hear you sing in the darkened storages and...

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The bones of a forest are stripped clean by the ocean and strewn on her shores. The sun-bleached wooden cemetery leaves a somber impression on the morning scavenger of shells, who meanders in the gray mist of a fall morning dawn. He is lulled by the hush of the fog and the rolling waves...

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An outing near SF Bay to a baseball game might ease my pain, But a trip to the sandy beaches of the PACIFIC OCEAN is not the same. You could see it in our eyes beneath the sunny western skies. Those happy kids and I always had a notion and with dedicated devotion, Our swift and happy feet took...

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In the western coast of the Pacific Lies the mysteries we'll solve but never Creatures adaptable and prolific Roaming the darkness that goes forever Challenge all we know now as what could be Possibilities to logic sever Another universe just under me In a trench down in the deepest ocean In a blackness we may but never see Instinct lit by luminescent notion Survival of...

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