Life Sea Poems | Examples
These Life Sea poems are examples of Sea poems about Life. These are the best examples of Sea Life poems written by international poets.
Its the Sea horse and the Sea snake seemingly
in an embrace
Lo its the Sea horse and the Sea snake in a duet
A duet of life and death in an embrace
The poisonous bite of the snake pierce into
the horse.
It's a duel to the death in the salty sea waters
with the snake standing.
(Written on the 20th of November,2015)
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ dream, ¦¦¦ all through life,
¦¦¦¦¦¦ up ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ through toil and strife.
Afloat ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ before ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ colored ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ skies:
The storm-cloud dark
Above ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
The calm ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ blue
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ hopeful hue,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ passing beam—
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ labored ¦¦¦¦ and failed at last,
¦¦¦ sails too weak to bear ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ raging tempests ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ sent ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ astray.
But ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
For wind or sea!
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ "The tempest will ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ come to port."
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ through every cloud a ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ dream.
(Blackout of He Had His Dream by Paul Laurence Dunbar)
A soul's time on earth is fleeting -
sometimes parting, sometimes greeting
other souls who sometimes touch us,
sometimes less, sometimes as much as
a universe within a single heart,
before these souls must then depart,
making room for other souls.
It's written in creation's scrolls,
but what if souls then turn to stones,
along the seashore instead of bones,
lapped by waves that caress and soothe
till some are beautiful and smooth?
Then might one rock, especially fair,
lie by a gnarled one, a wave set there?
I’m walking on sunshine,
slipping into the sparkling sea,
splashing the beach ball sun,
feeling warm and elated;
silk waters, as if in a womb
with plenty of room, coddle me.
dark waters, down deep;
the rays of the sun stroke my cheeks.
my feet dangle like jellyfish tentacles,
yet, as a human, I can become a raft,
drifting with the tides, tirelessly treading.
a ship comes along, another soul -
a stranger I might engage, but to kin,
I will release a wave, splash the sun
in their eyes, the ebb and flow of a
sunny kiss, and a rainstorm of bliss.
my fingertips like clouds, release
petrichor and plenipotentiary amusement.
a shark circles, in pretense; I sit
on a life preserver in the eddy;
I don’t want to come up for air.
In awe-
a red-haired soldier
takes in the view,
unknown of his future fate.
He comes to Elbe Sandstone Mountains
for reflection, spiritual guidance
to connect with the natural world.
He is unaware
of what lies beneath the fog,
the jagged peaks of mountain
and the unforeseen challenges they set.
He stands in solemn beauty
gathering his thoughts,
that seem to change
as the fogs intenseness does to.
He keeps looking farther,
but the hauntingly beautiful landscape
creates more mystery then answers.
For the moon, rocks and ocean
flow together
like a mirror mirage across the fog.
And he wonders-
will the fog ever lift
like the uncertainties in his life?
The dreams that are by minnows cast
Cannot engulf the sea;
The splinter from an ancient mast
Cannot become a tree.
But then, the measure of a thing
Is not in what it’s not;
A note by which the world may sing
Is doing what it ought.
Nature's captured in blue undulations, as swans glide,
at the sunrise of red, against backdrop of colorful sky.
Then the mirror turns so golden, as sun reaches zenith,
Reflecting purple and jade birds, in clouds, enormous.
Sea of striking scenes, of vivid birds, off to foreign land,
of pines, yellow flowers, mountains, or pebbly beaches.
Moonlight visits, strewing pearls on meandering waves;
with pretty, beige stars, winking, at secret bearing night.
Swimmers floating or frolicking, just one day in the life.
Moments trapped within nature's mirror of time, forever.
tranquil beach life
nesting on white sparkling sands
young life emerges
Here is to you, the ever blazing sun,
who warms me, and pleasantly toasts my skin,
cheering me, presiding over the fun
each lucky day this blue-green earth does spin...
and to you, the mirthful, capricious wind,
blowing lovely hair, and colorful skirts,
a token to this older man who grinned,
as children's shouts made him laugh til it hurts...
and you the sapphire sky and turquoise sea
stretching outward, upward, to the beyond,
my first example of infinity,
visiting me by nature's magic wand.
Today, you all find me, with your broad reach
living a life of heaven on the beach.
Although far from the sea
I can feel its tides, even hear its waves
Pulsing deep within me
And take solace in the fact
Such relentless comings and goings,
Swell and retreat in perfect rhythm.
If I lived on the beach
My mind would align effortlessly
And I’d weather cycles
Of change and stasis
Better than I seem to do
With only the hint of the sea within.
There is always something to learn
And sometimes that can be as simple as
Letting it all go
To simply settle
Where and how it does
Without personal choice or direction.
Even though I am a long way from the sea
Its tides pull within me
And without me;
The former being a constant reminder of change
And the latter a reminder how simple
Liberation from cyclic existence actually is.
(4/30/26)
Luscious fruit accompany the sunrise.
Mediterranean vacation’s a dream come true.
Sea beckons like a goddess.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2026
Waves, I crave.
Not waves of life,
but the sea.
Still, jumped
Into the sea
without
a life jacket;
me - crazy.
Bobbing along
in the sea
seizing the day
like a raft of otters,
just relaxing
and looking
into God’s blue eyes
or gray, given
the weather.
Into the sea
without,
but I knew
right away
to climb the ladder,
“hey…
I need a jacket!
Not nuts!
It’s deep and dark…”
How many sink?
I don’t know
what’s under my feet.
Early morning and the overnight
high tide has erased
yesterday's scribble, wiped
the beach clean of all the scarring
left by human feet. I stare.
Before me a wide, smooth
stretch of sand.
I shall be the first to score
its surface, plant my footsteps
to mark a presence. I step
and each fall of a clumsy foot
records my path. I stop, look back
to see my tread has not been
straight but held a meandering course
as if my mind
has been transcribed in sand
if not the history of my life.
Seagulls join me to leave
their presence recorded in the print
of much smaller feet.
The morning is clear and lovely.
Tomorrow, all will be gone.
A shoreless sea
of chance and consequence,
Where hidden currents
guide each vessel’s fate;
We navigate
without a recompense,
And learn to love
or learn to wait.
Each wave a moment,
crashing on the sand,
A transient touch
within a timeless hand.
WISE WET WAVING WAVES
With high or low tides,
We splash upon dried-out shores:
Frothing with relief:-