Sea Level Poems | Examples

Immodest Proposal

It might be an absurd idea
But we need to move on from here
Stalled in the darkness
With no moral compass
To guide us into the clear
 
It might be a ridiculous notion
But we can’t just float on this ocean
For the Scylla and Charybdis
With no light of forgiveness
To warn against the tide of commotion
 
Allow me to propose a thought
That each one do as one ought
Lest the sea level rises
With its schools of surprises
To infinitely rip us apart

If we sail forbidden seas
And land on barbarous coasts,
Who will avail us
When the great wave recedes
And we’re marooned on an island of ghosts?

Rubicon Crossing

Our blue planet, the epitome of primal beauty,
a unique dot of singularity within the celestial infinity,
revolved in the astral space, spinning nature’s splendors,
until on the evolution trail the hostile species of man arrived.

The creeping swarm of greed, called progress
devours the green blanket, thriving for immeasurable eons,
constructs the toxic greenhouse on the planet instead,
extreme climate events trace the global warming trajectory.

The upholding limits are being infringed ever so rapidly,
so, after long summer the planet might freeze in extended winter,
caused by the catastrophic climate change looming large
to initiate the apocalyptic period of the fifth season.

The gliding glaciers and ice sheets melt at an alarming rate,
rise of sea-level is unparallel in the human history,
makes the ingress of oceans onto the land, shaping as a future reality,
time would come to create again the modern Noah’s ark.

The pristine nature was once in the realm of grandeur,
in harmony with its stable innate equilibrium,
the stride of wanton exploitation marches on and on,
if unheeded, it’ll soon cross the sustainability rubicon.

Elevation

Where I was born and raised, the elevation was only 164 Feet
above sea level. When I was 32, upon first ascending an elevation
of 6200 feet, I had an excruciating headache.

The eagle thrives and survives with elevation.
The eagle cannot soar on winds of low elevation.
From the high mountain tops, he waits for the wind
that suits him and allows the wind to serve his purpose.

Our lives may begin at very low elevations or even sea level.
But sea level starts is not a reason to be stuck in the sand.
As we ascend the higher elevations, the air becomes thinner.
However, we must not decline to climb because of the pain.

We learn to make adjustments as we would for the cold of winter.
The higher elevations are where there is much to be gained.

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Munnar's stunning blue carpet

“I just wish the world was twice as big and half of it was still unexplored.” 
—Quote by David Attenborough
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Three rivers meet here in ecstasy
five thousand feet above sea level
guarded by range of mountains and hills
where tea, coffee, rose, cardamom breeze
stupefies air, mist completes the drink.
With bated breath all that breathe just wait
for NeelaKurinji, fine blue blooms
blooming only once every twelve years
Will she survive more such proud seasons?

John Denver

In the late 60s, I heard the song,
'Ode To Billy Joe' by Bobbie Gentry.
Some time later, I heard the song,
'Take Me Home' by John Denver.

Bobbie Gentry's song reminds me
of my Southern roots not far from
the song's theme location in the
Mississippi Delta.

John Denver's song clearly paints the
picture of a place to which I would like
to return, if only it still existed. The name
lives on, but the people are gone. The fields
of corn and cotton remain but not the homes.

John's tone is magical, and I am mesmerized
by that country road. although my surroundings
were not mountainous but near sea level, John
still takes me home with his matchless lyrics.

Sea Level

Sea Level

Below sea level resides the 
alumnus or 
alumnae of
being caught in
the middle of 
everything.

Ice Breaker

Ice Breaker

doomsday glaciers melting rest upon seabed
benign blizzard temps endanger ground zero
turbulence cause a desert 
warming waters near frozen lakes I shall fear
Iceland volcano displays her open wounds
magma of our Earth’s crust vomits Her vengeance
blue lagoon shimmers of red blood polar bear
global sea level rises
accelerating where there should be more ice
magic gone shows no mercy
dazzled domain of milky beauty lacks snow
sandstorms in the ice bubble 
millennia of the past we inherit
minke whale
blubber made into goulash
expedition boats bulbous bow ice breakers
who will dominate Antarctica's future
consolation prize has awarded no one
my world shall go from snow white to a blue sea
sixty eight percent freshwater flows freely

I'Ve Solved One Climate Change Issue

About climate change and its effects there has been a lot of chatter.

One concern is that the sea-level is rising and I think I know the matter.

My research reveals that there is a dearth of sea sponges, (that is my notion).

We need to increase the growth of sponges to soak up the water in the ocean!

(Concocted with considerable tongue in cheek!)

Nature's Stern Warning

Extreme temperatures
Melting of glaciers 
Rising sea level
Wildfires
Forests' obliteration
Draughts
Drying up of lakes and rivers
Desertification 
Hurricanes
Storms
Floodings, and
Landslides 
Is the vocabulary, Mother Nature uses, to
Pen ts stern warning to Man:

" Oh, you thoughtless being, mind your ways and revere, 
my eternal laws of harmonious cooperation and coexistence
otherwise, unable would I be to provide for your subsistence."


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© Demetrios Trifiatis
        26 July 2023
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For more than two weeks the temperatures in Greece have been around 
40 Celcius. Sometimes, like today it is 45.
During this period wildfires are raging across the country. It comes a day that 
our firefighters are trying to contain more than eighty fires.
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Dusk At the Beach

As a rainbow of the sunset descends
   and the balmy breeze washes over sand
   that tickles between toes and carefree hand,
I’m in the company of valued friends.
The deceptive calm of darkening sea
   where the cormorants dive for their last meal,
   the leeward shadows of the rocks turn teal –
I would not wish in other place to be.
The windsurfers had furled colourful kites.
   Easterly wind had died down for the day
   and sharks are out to forage and for play
in riptides, lurking out of reach of lights.
I lift my eyes to the offing* distant,
the aspect of which is ever constant.

INSPIRED BY:
Sonnet VI,
by William Lisle Bowles  

Poetic form: BOWLESIAN SONNET

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*offing: (n) The sea-level horizon is the geographic horizon at sea level. One of the best places to see the sea-level horizon is a beach. The ocean and the sky provide a clean, flat line where the Earth seems to meet the sky. If you’re standing on the beach looking out at the sea the part of the sea that ‘touches’ the horizon is called the 'offing'.

Prescience of Mind

Some things we can touch are truly set in stone, 
   From creatures living in sand, to ones choking on fish bones 
        They get stuck in mud, and dry out under the sun, 
 til after a hundred million years, fossil’s are well and truly done 

     You see many died at sea level, in any shape or measure, 
  some resurface atop mountains, forced up by tectonic pressure 
        Now we chip away slowly, using a chisel and hammer, 
   breaking open their mould, without making too much clamour 

          Information cannot be destroyed, it lives on forever
    and human consciousness too, is simply far more than clever 
        We give the universe meaning by making observations
         without us to see it, there would be no quantifications

            Death is not the end, merely a quantum vibration
     from mass to energy and back again, without any violations
              So go ahead live your life, then come full circle, 
 time and space can’t endure oblivion, consciousness being eternal 


Originally written 12/07/22
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 23 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney 
12/19/22

Land's Future

Icebergs are melting 

Sea level is rising fast-- 


Bleak the land's future!*  





© Demetrios Trifiatis
   08 November 2022


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*Science has established, beyond doubt, that the window for climate action is closing rapidly. Thus from the 6th of November 2022, world leaders are meeting in Sharm El-Sheikh, Egypt, for two weeks of climate negotiations to cut carbon emissions so that our planet is saved. This Haiku is my tiny contribution.

The Big Easy

There's nothing easy about living in the big easy.
Skinny dogs and two legged spiders
Spinning violence down salty streets 
hurricanes drooling upon
below sea level hospitality///
once a year all the misery covered up
by whisky breasts and plastic beads.  

Chicken feet clawing their way out from purple corners. 
Rock faces eating crawdads and unfiltered cigarettes.
Puffs of blue smoke making love to Marie Laveau's ghost.
Onto the front porches 0f sweaty plantations
Into the black hearts of those magnificent jazzy tombstones.

Death is much easier than living in the big easy.
but not nearly as much fun.

Translation of Jorge Manrique's Third Copla:Coplas a La Muerte De Su Padre By T Wignesan

COPLA UNO: This Bad Guy World - in all seriousness 


[The entire sequence of 114 coplas: “This Bad Guy World”, dedicated to Jorge MANRIQUE, 1440?-1479. I give here in translation his third “copla à pied quebrado” in  Arte Menor metre:

“Coplas a la muerte de su padre” (Coplas on the death of his father) -

Our lives are like rivers
that empty into the sea
……..where we expire:

There the lordly peers
come to their final spree
……..and no more transpire;

There gushing rivers swell
and others less imposing
……..and the rivulets

All arrive at the same sea level
those who toil with hands living
……..and the fortunates 
           
Translated, December 2013, Paris by T. Wignesan

Rubicon Crossing-Edited

Our blue planet, the epitome of primal beauty,
a unique dot of singularity in celestial infinity,
revolved in astral space spinning nature’s splendors,
until on evolution trail hostile species of man arrived.

The creeping swarm of greed called progress
devours the green blanket thriving for ages,
constructs the toxic greenhouse on the planet instead,
extreme climate events trace global warming trajectory.

Glaciers and ice sheets melt at alarming rate,
rise of sea-level is unparallel in human history,
makes ingress of oceans onto land a future reality,
time would come to create the modern Noah’s ark.

The pristine nature was in realm of grandeur
in harmony with its stable innate equilibrium,
the stride of wanton exploitation marches on and on,
if unheeded, it’ll soon cross the sustainability rubicon.

October 13, 2021
Title chosen : Rubicon Crossing
Contest : Pick-A-Title, Vol 26
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh

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