Short Seawater Poems
Short Seawater Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Seawater by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Seawater by length and keyword.
triangles or raviolis —
the stingrays swim
in a photogenic fever
under seawater
orange, green and yellow
rays captured by a flying drone
5/21/2019
*Group of stingrays - fever
that wind blows
and the water rises into
a point, that wave
rolls to the shore and crashes
on the sand
that water tugs shells
and rocks along
with it
the water is a tug boat
each object has one rope atached
Form:
Moonlight dissipates.
Soon dawn will break.
Hewn out in the sand,
Dunes take shape.
Seagulls glide over seawater,
Free to reach the heights.
There is beauty and there is grace,
Each possesses in their magnificent flight.
The rain is diluting the seawater
The waves seem higher and rougher
I´m blown by the storm wind
Dancing in the rain in my mind
I’m joyfully leaping like a clown
Among raindrops falling down
I’m nowhere and everywhere
People call me a daydreamer
Seawater ripples
Unlike that of our lake
The waves are rich
And voluptuous
Thick and tumultuous
They pack a punch
Releasing a luscious rumble
In contrast to this harsh rocky coast
Our lakeshore is calm and still
Looking out the window
It makes me blue and homesick
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Sipping Riesling sitting on a sandy seashore
Soaking in sunshine, as rolling waves play the score
Seagulls and seashells helping set the scene du jour
Soft blowing sands sticking to the sweat from my pore’s
Slip into the sea to wash away sand and more
Seawater a salve for life strife’s we must endure
Simple tranquility the seashore’s great allure
Water splashes
As it moves at night
The color lost
It takes on darkness
A discolored form
The salty nature
Of the dark seawater
Tastes horrid
The strong feel
That is lifted into place
The pursed lips
The silky sight of water
In the stark night air
It flows so smooth
Through the waves tonight
Pouring on itself
Russell Sivey
yesterday i was young,
seawater tried to drown me lung,
i was dog paddlin alone,
in the sea, a rip was going,
taking me far from home,
i tried to swim against the tide,
didn't work, no panic side,
i headed up the coast to be,
coming out of the bloody sea,
till the current was denied,
and i reached the shore applied,
determination me....
Don
re Therese Bacha "yesterday"
Hello, my beautiful sweetheart
can you hear me? feel me?
I am around you because I can't
go from you
when you touched my heart
my name was a wind of spring
this wind blew up on the great seawater
and made it tidy like a youth girl
when you touched my heart
I flew in the sky a long time
kissed your soft field with a deep love
I forgot my identity
I thought I am the king of the world
rough ocean waves
crashing sounds on the granite rocks
water rising, filling up nearby caves
winds raise nearby boat docks
to fall and crumble in pieces into the sea
as the seagulls and cormorants on the docks flee
to the seawater to swim free
waves crash on granite rocks as sea debris engraves
6/18/19
Contest: Writing Challenge 1, June 2019, Crumbling Rhyme Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Sinking down into the Atlantic’s depths,
I watch dark bodies drown.
Wails transform into bubbles,
Salty water suffocating lungs.
Seawater or tears, it could be either one.
These tossed bodies are mine to claim.
My subjects, my people, the discarded.
They can not survive within the ocean,
Thus they are to drown.
Here they are thrown over a ship’s side.
Since no one wants them, they’ll be mine,
For I am the Queen of the Drowned.
I try not to.
I blink anyway.
Like blinking out seawater.
It pours.
Goosebumps are uncontrollable.
Sitting for hours.
Sitting unnaturally.
But I can’t shift, only sway.
They command me to stand.
My feet are asleep, but that’s not the worst of it.
I see my surroundings again.
Bed.
I’m embarrassed.
I lie down and become stiff again.
I don’t bother with the blanket.
It never helps.
I don’t bother crying.
It never ever helps.
There was a man
who are not too cleaver not too strong,
not enough contribution to his society
family and his own life.
But he was an honest man,
He was not harmful to anybody.
He would like to write a poem,
He would like to be a poet.
He would like to fly like a bird.
He wants to sea beach man
He wants to hear the sound of seawater.
The dreamy man wants to play with blue water.
He wants to enjoy his time.
Is that not enough that kept him still alive.
Wrecked ships and their treasures
Surrounded by colourful fish and corals
The richest man but nobody knows him
The king lives on the seabed
His tears get mixed with the seawater
He himself doesn’t know he is crying
Fascinating knowledge from the depth of the ocean
Sharing it with his servant fish and shrimps
The most intelligent man but nobody knows him
The king lives on the seabed
His tears get mixed with the seawater
He himself doesn’t know he is crying
As barren as the moon,
Perhaps not later,
But soon!
Filtered air,
Seawater collected,
Eaten with chop sticks,
If you please,
Whatever we can eat with ease!
Too hot to live on the surface,
Burrow under the ground.
Deep enough for cooling temps,
Not enough to raise the rents!
Everyone moves to shaded ground,
Rocks hold heat,
So, underground!
The moon is looking better all the time,
Not so crowded,
To move around.
Soaking
seems to be a healing process
in which a sensation within Being
is found immersed as separate stuff
in a warm bath of an infinite sea..
If the separate stuff is painful
the comforting image seems
as a healing balm..Why not?
With a continuing experience
we might find in our comfort
a subtle recognition of that
persistent claim of separation..
There must be a deeper comfort..
Might it be:
the feeling understanding that
Seawater and wavewater
are simply Water...