Beautiful Sea Poems | Examples
These Beautiful Sea poems are examples of Sea poems about Beautiful. These are the best examples of Sea Beautiful poems written by international poets.
I stitched my silence with threads of things I couldn’t say.
I yearned with the last pieces I had stored away.
The moon watched me unravel, but never turned away.
The sea heard my cries, but never bothered to ask me "why?".
I carved poems on the inside of my ribs just to feel alive.
And the lines suffocated me instead of bringing me back to life.
Now I wear my pain like a second skin—
Quiet, but tight.
Eyes search for yours in a room filled with aching hearts.
But yours were always the kind to look away when it got too dark.
The smile you wore felt so fake,
Never could see me in the eye but always watched me When it was time to say— goodbye.
You held my ghost like it was still breathing,
But never dared to touch the girl I was beneath.
Touched my skin like it’s what made me, me.
Still, unaware about the nights in me.
You kissed daylight onto my body,
But left my shadows starving in silence.
So I became the quiet storm you never saw coming
Soft in presence,
But drowning everything you left untouched.
cinnamon sunset
seasoning a tired sea
~ feast for hungry eyes
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magenta sunrise
paints the sky a fiery blaze ~
celestial design
MIRRORED SKY
Wow, the moon and stars,
waving in the night sea,
mirroring below:-
at the miracle of low tide
in the glitter of an afternoon
the sun bestows its magic
on every grain of sand
and seashells come out
to play and sunbathe
the beach enchanted
with awe and whimsy
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The lovely sea sparkles in the haunting light of the moon.
Waves of deep cerulean crash against the jagged rocks.
Sand of the purest white guards the vast shores.
The path of the moon drifts along the glistening surface.
A light spray of the twilight sea kisses my face.
Amidst the sea, in the rhythmic swells swims a silver dolphin.
The sea emits its soul-soothing song.
I dip my hand into the frosty water.
The sea, gleams like liquid glass.
Twilight casts a spell on my eyes.
I step into the soft, cool sand.
I stare into the wide, starry heavens.
The moon looks down upon me, glowing from an ebony sky.
A lavender sunrise climbs up over the stars.
The tangerine sun rises, taking away the night.
The sea refuses no river,
Even if it could, it never
Showed resentment
I learned how to hide my feelings,
The emotional game became a contest,
I start with a genuine smile,
My pearly whites, my body postures,
I have given my oppressor over the years
Inner satisfaction, they thought that they had won
Because the counting was yet done
We have learned from Mother nature
She gives us the warmth of her son,
And some days the scorn of her daughter's winter
Deep within my soul, I know them for whom they are
Parasites,
The river and the sea communication are all about
Love and happiness,
Living in a world of injustice,
Who gives them the power and the form?
Globally, we stood there and watched.
The sea laps the shore,
whilst the sand receeds into
its cold blue temptress.
Oystercatchers sqwark,
their long beaks beaconing
the summer solstice.
Upon the clifftops,
weathered walkers feel the breeze,
adrift by sundown.
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Why do I love the sea?
It's because it has power
Something beautiful things
To make me think about it
When I am near the sea
I just think of nothing
But awe and admiration to it
Enjoy the moment looking to it
My faith and desire just wander
My thoughts spread like sheet
In the vastness of the sea
My hope sprung up and senses alive
Bewildered what my life's ahead
What's beyond this curiosity brings.
“Sunsets are nature's way of soothing your soul and gladdening your heart.” author unknown.
How can anyone not admire a scintillating theme
Of the golden, graceful sun now descending,
Behind the darkening horizon, a delightful dream.
It is an amazing allure to watch the panoramic set,
The wonder as I swim beneath the waves
A sight that illuminates the wonder of sunset.
But night has now fallen, the sun has gone to its rest.
The sea is cool, I trudge to the sandy beach only to hear
The nightingales’ symphonies. Isn't creation blessed?
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Phillip Island Cowes
It was not long ago,
At the end of last year,
Beginning of the summer,
I came to this area,
Indulged swimming at the sea,
Hardly enjoyed any thing else,
Except strolling on the sand,
Along the shore and enjoyed writing poem,
With someone for the first and last time.
There was much more to explore.
Now the summer was over,
The Autumn's breeze swayes in the air,
The waves lingeres on the shore,
Whether the swells are big or small
And rough or soft waves movement.
That do not really matter at the moment.
I am back again, to enjoy the nature,
To mesmerise the good old days memories,
As time goes by every day.
Today, I travel alone with simple itinerary
Just relaxing, enjoying peaceful sightseeing.
It crossed my mind to go else where,
It had equal beautiful natural scenery.
However, the public transport,
Was not as adequate as before,
When I travelled to both memorable places,
On a divine summer day.
I did not realise, how lucky we were
Live in such a wonderful world,
With full of artistic nature.
Golden rays of early light striate the heavens
Slicing o’re the ocean’s white caps
Illuminating the wreck of a long lost pirate ship
Whose bare bones blaze, beautiful in the early light
The first time I met the ocean,
it roared in welcome,
a vast and restless beast—
powerful, endless, untamed.
Yet the sand held it still,
defiant, unbowed, unbroken.
Life and death, locked in a dance,
whispering promises I did not yet understand.
The air was thick with salt and sun,
golden waves swallowing the sky.
A tuk-tuk rattled near the shore,
its driver, a grinning guide to secrets
woven in the wind.
He spoke of the beach, its hidden alleys,
its shadowed souls.
Then he showed me her—
a woman alone, hunched in sorrow,
staring past the edge of the world.
The sea mirrored her silence,
rolling endlessly forward, pulling back.
A ghost of someone loved once,
now lost to the needle’s cruel embrace.
Her husband had been buried in waves or earth—
it no longer mattered.
The sun draped its last light upon her,
a warning, a farewell,
or maybe just a promise
that it would rise again tomorrow.
The first time I met the ocean,
it roared in welcome,
a vast and restless beast—
powerful, endless, untamed.
Yet the sand held it still,
defiant, unbowed, unbroken.
Life and death, locked in a dance,
whispering promises I did not yet understand.
The air was thick with salt and sun,
golden waves swallowing the sky.
A tuk-tuk rattled near the shore,
its driver, a grinning guide to secrets
woven in the wind.
He spoke of the beach, its hidden alleys,
its shadowed souls.
Then he showed me her—
a woman alone, hunched in sorrow,
staring past the edge of the world.
The sea mirrored her silence,
rolling endlessly forward, pulling back.
A ghost of someone loved once,
now lost to the needle’s cruel embrace.
Her husband had been buried in waves or earth—
it no longer mattered.
The sun draped its last light upon her,
a warning, a farewell,
or maybe just a promise
that it would rise again tomorrow.