Short Rising Tide Poems

A love that is written in the sand will be erased by a rising tide....

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There is a small rising tide, 
Upon a beach of Love...
Where Doggies Run, 
and Gulls Cry above....Find It!...

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Marooned among the 
ripples

I am stalked by the next
rising tide

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)...

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one small stone
laments it place on top
a crooked tower
built on sand
cannot abide a rising tide
slow creeping near

John G. Lawless
5/11/2020...

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walking in the sand
rising tide sloshing my feet
vacation over
thoughts of home wave over me
leaving the beach tomorrow

written June 29, 2021...

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There once was a climate change doubter
He really was quite a shouter
Until late one night
The high tide just right
Found the beach house he loved under water

24 December 2015...

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Smile it hurts my pride
Arising rage, a rising tide
And it all just began
So you better start beggin'
For I'm a pagan,
I'll have you walk out the margin
My gods are unforgiving
And i aint for giving...

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and for the dying days
a last breath dream 
if to survive
the rising tide
the fire inside
and all the words
held to recite
if only that moment
should come to rise
to hear the words
my love my life

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GOD’S     SPARKLE



When you turn your boat’s bow
To the morning sun
And the mizzen now is shaded
By yellow sails
Your face is to the rising tide
And into the breeze
Scattering the churned waves
And God’s sparkle surrounds you




15  December  2019...

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One school shooting in Alabama
  And another in Louisiana

Here's a protest in the park
  That's gone on and on past dark

There's an angry rising tide 
  Demanding gun-violence to subside  

Courage and Change ~ Where Are You??
  (Ooh, Ooh, America: Wake up!)...

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A Savage sea has summoned me
its white waves beckon and call
for those wild winds with their morbid tunes
have become one with the Loreli's song.

Embraced by the waves and the rising tide
I fight their caresses for naught

Nevermore,
Nevermore,
shall I see the shore.

The sea has summoned me....

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Prominence walking barefoot
Check out the chaos below
The soundless roar of foam and smoke
The banshee howls at the rising tide
Dragged and swept away
The wind chafes.
Tortured through a slap
It is ghostly and eerie in her hair
She must tiptoe over cliffs.

Written: January 15, 2023...

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A pious, mankind’s god,
Opted for his abode,
A secluded place
Amid untrodden ways

The white surf crown,
Behoves the emerald green ocean,
With the silver- sand beach,
Where he used to preach.

On that lone shore he left behind,
His foot prints on the strand,
Even the rising tide would not beat,
But pay homage to them and retreat!...

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Dark music floods my chamber 
Like a slowly rising tide 
That laps against the silence
Where my fondest dreams reside. 
 
Dark music bathes the morning
With its languid, liquid tune,
Conundrum-like concerto,
Every note a cryptic rune.
 
Dark music wakes me gently
From the warm embrace of sleep
And sings to me of treasures
I can have, but never keep....

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the north wind blows
across the firth or clyde
the done in ferry boat
fights the rising tide
birds of prey they glyde
we beasties run and hide
up the furth of clyde

when the off shore wind blows
then you should never go
where it will take you 
you can never know
might be wee cumbrea
might be arron 
or some distant land
you will wash up on the sand...

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Sometimes I believe you
to be a vision, fading,
only a reflection of the
warmth I used to feel.
Today my memory of you
locked away within a
clenched mind, like grains
of sand perpetually
slipping through the cleft
of time. A memory scattered
along the highway of
despondent souls, soon
to be washed away by
the rising tide of oblivion!

© Harry J Horsman  2011...

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Serenity, fluctuates as I pray
Energy, calming as I lay
Temptation, follows the rising tide
Help me god, for I want to hide

Simple moods sway the ocean
Hurry, I seek refuge by the commotion
Ironic, the seamless growing of my heart
Remembering the ideas of her torn apart
Empathy sharing from my dying power
Yellow, the sunflower blossoms with each watering every hour...

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Through the Mist


Dawns mists do not deny what they obscure
encasing us in cones of all alone
create a fear that none - but one - endure
the silencing of memories unknown.
Cool damp of muted teardrops - never pure
obliterate the beauty of the throne
as kingdoms of imagination rise
on echoes of a misted, rising tide.



John G. Lawless
Through the Mist, poetry contest
8/19/2014...

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I am the smile on your face as you awake.

I am that first kiss; awkward, unexpected, unforgettable.

I am that summer in your youth,
  that you relive in your mind.

I am the one you've been looking for,
  but you will never find.

I am the guilt that you are too ashamed to mention.

I am the tears that you will never get back.

I am the beast beneath the rising tide.

I am you....

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Life
It breaths air into my repose
And fill me with the sensation of feeling
The tempests that batter
My already bruised brain
Never seems to cease in their
Agony

Hope
It fills my days with glimmering light
And makes me feel as if all is right
The oceans of my tattered mind
Go in and out with the rising tide
And seem to ease the of all my
Suffering

But in the end I hope all is well
And the morality is intact....

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she pounds on my chest
waves crashing on me
like the rising tide
she won't let me be

she wakes me from slumber
my mind still a mess
with gleaming dew drops
from her long silk dress

I reach out for her
but she's too far away
my heart always aches
my mind goes astray

Only she is able
to quench my thirst
he fingers linger
and so does her curse

Yet a curse so sweet
she inflicts on me
Constantly laughing
flying away free...

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Today the mist rules, stolen horizon
in a merge of sea and dank air, sky
confiscated, parcelled in a grey 
patination like macular degrade.

Fields and village prematurely aged
to lie in a state of transience,
shrouded in mourning funereal garb
fashioning weighted reverend silence.

Even the rising tide treads  quiet
in its take as the pacing frill 
of frothed surf whispers a rhythmic  lullaby
to the drowsing day beneath its blanket....

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Rat rat tat rat of archangel 
wings 
Puffed grey streaks buzz masts 
of anchored boats
Being gently rocked to sleep by 
a rising tide.

An island rises wrapped in a 
cummerbund cloud
Shoulder high above a soft 
dissolving mist
Raises its head to bask in a 
warming kiss

A high speed ferry slips 
through the mouth of the 
harbor
With a cargo of fresh dreams 
waking the days of famine
A solemn nod to a flag 
drenched in sacrificial blood....

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Fire rains from the sky,
While water surges from below,
I cannot fathom why,
I was forced to bow.

In the face of this destruction,
I stare intently,
Looking for any intention,
Finding coldness in an evil sentry. 

One final query, 
Without an answer no doubt,
Why bring us this fury,
When we know not what it's about.

As the rising tide reaches my feet,
And the ash from the sky crests my hair,
I simply shed a tear and wait,
To meet my creator....

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I dove into myself today
And fought the rising tide
Of apathy and ignorance
That I had once denied.

I swam on through my waves of thought
And explored these depths of mind
To give my world some clarity
Among the ill-defined.

I plunged myself into the flow
And embraced the inner me:
The good, the bad, the oh so sad;
The things I’d always be.

I pushed on through the waters deep
And came out the other side
With understanding of myself
To act as my new guide....

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