Seascape Poems - Poems about Seascape

Beauty calms spirit if only on vacation perfect getaway...

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Written: November 21, 2023 ____________________________________________ racing with the breeze strength, streaming supple beauty~ stellar vividness freewill upon earth scampering strides of surprise~ cliffside, now silent majestic splendor glorious ocean vista~ fierce, sanctity reign...

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O souls of the Island, I have silently heard through tropical torrents and surpassed a million miles of the milky seas, away from mint-marine silhouettes of my utopian wonderland, as strawberry ripples and coconut-scented musings called upon my flamboyant spirit, to explore those ebony-emeralds of universe and envelop my hope in creamy pink shells. I have soaked...

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Fast running waves, each crest sweating moonlight. Crushed pebble beach shape-shifting pinioning froth to night sky A saline wind dunks, strands of spume latched to flotsam, all conjured out of a fleeting. I recall now that I was not there to record all this. I was elsewhere writing it down. I hear a mechanical corrosion of ‘since’ and ‘when’ and ‘then.’...

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scarlet sunset serene marine birds flight in sight shadow slow-mo still sea and me 24 March 2021 For "All Yours (March 24) Poetry Contest" Sponsored by Brian Strand 1st place...

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Massive, gray, these leaden waves bear their unchanging burden— the sameness of each day to day while the wind seems to struggle to say something half-submerged planks at the mouth of the bay might nuzzle limp seaweed to understand. Now collapsing dull waves drain away from the unenticing land; shrieking gulls shadow fish through salt spray— whitish streaks on a fogged silver mirror. Sizzling lightning...

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Frothy whitecaps fill the horizon, waves crashing against the sand; a painters view. Capturing the blue, green, and grays of the turbulent sea; a canvas awaits. Sea birds diving, casting shadows, interrupting the light; a brush poised. The roaring sound of the water fills this painter's ear; a picture appears. The rumble of the sea is not easily captured; in this seascape masterpiece....

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From Italy’s Punta Carena Lighthouse painted pompeian red, we watch the sun sink into The Tyrrhenian Sea with some dread. A magnificent beast, stone steps carved from lava taken from Mt. Vesuvius, the feeling she gives this visitor is astro-new-vious. An implied reverence, an unknown feeling, leaves me bit shaken. Every day, eighty-eight lighthouse keepers on these steps has...

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Oh, how you loved it, puppy, When first you saw the beach. “Sit, stay, don’t dig the sand.” I had so much to teach. You barked and rolled and chased the crabs And snapped at flying foam. And fell asleep within my arms As I gently walked you home. We took long walks together, As you splashed and jumped on me. And the years and...

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seascape — high tide of embrace shut-ins Kim Rodrigues © 7/19/2018...

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The sea paints an ever-changing portrait of itself in water colors. The images roll through your view finder or your eyes as you watch. Sometimes it is glassy silky smooth, syrupy, reflective. You get to paint the sky twice, once above, once reflected. Else, the surface is rippled and dappled with wavelets, like fish scales Then, with bigger waves the...

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I stand upon St David's Head, alone, Invigorated by the salt sea spray. I watch the setting sun sink into the sea, Gilding the waves as they die on the shore. The tide advances in the little bay And eddies swirl around a lonely rock, Its outline dark against the sparkling waves And brilliant bubbles shine like glitt'ring gems. The curved horizon, now...

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On wings of whisper seagulls rise Like an unhurried, gracious fleet Which sails upon a sea of sighs And takes my dreams away with it. The clouds and waves anoint the sky With drops of myrrh and hues of blue Whose colors blend and tower high, While masts glide free and out of view. How soft and languid is the roll Of...

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At the packed coastal beach, scents of chrysanthemums’ incenses Adorned the cool sea breeze, perfuming my mollified senses The late afternoon sun burned gently, its flames caressed my skin Snowy clouds ambled the cheery skies, dressed in crystalline blues. Its picturesque mirrored by the unruffled sea, as I took in The panoramic scape, seamlessly flowing, forming curls of indigo hues. The...

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From the depths of choppy waters, Emerges the shell of man. Draped in an aquatic robe, Deliberately...making his stand. With New York at his shoulders, And the Big Apple by his side. His robust presence emerged, Creating...the evening tide. The sun boldly illuminates, The way for birds to fly. As the world protrudes the heavens, Through an M.C. Escher sky....

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