Short Tidal Poems
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‘ Tidal-Waves … ’ 17th Senryu
Flood Waters … She Gave
Just Strong Swimmers, Will Be Safe
Moon’s Full-Tidal-Waves !
We crashed and collided
Wild waves spilling our wreckage across these shores
Beautiful disasters
We were caught in the tide
Your love is like a tidal wave
Drowning me
Too mighty to escape
It overpowers me
Cannot run from you
Cannot avoid your wrath
Tidal Waves
Here's What The
Beach Also
Tells Me:
"There Is No
Defense For Man
Against Sand."
-Gray Squirrel
11-17-2024
Washed away on current strong,
Into the sea, he's gone...
No more button eye smiles,
No more tattered shirt,
Oh my poor old Teddy-Bear,
I truely feel your hurt.
You, of terror and decay
Leave me for a while
Then come back home to stay
Minds align
Better off today
But you leave me for a while
Then you come back home to stay
Form:
Waves
crashing;
then
breaking
on the beach.
Ebbing
and
flowing
tides controlled
by moon and earth.
Twice a day
high tides
and
low tides;
dancing waves
enchant
for
ever
more
Kim Merryman – Shall We Waltz Contest
06~11~15
Serene,
right by the shore;
Calm dances on the breeze;
Footprints in the sand my soul moves,
waltzing;
I am free to trust the rhythm
pulsing through my body;
My waves become
tidal.
As soon as I touched the blue
It comforted me as she once did
Her light being the most beautiful hue
Pulling me in like a vortex
Putting life into context
As I dive down into darkness
Hiding from the world in loneliness
I'm compelled to touch the blue
To experience her hue
I rented a child's inflatable watercraft
(in other words, a rubber raft)
and ran 'cross rocks broken by God's hand
(in other words, the sand)
to catch the moon's ocean tidal slave
(in other words, a wave).
That's the end of my metaphorical allegory
(in other words, my story).
Tidal Waive
I woke up at the bottom of a wave.
At least, I think I was awake.
You collapsed upon me
and ground sand into concussed
memory.
My eyes opened, but my breath, in terror, was taken.
Rolled into a ball on the dark beach,
I am afraid.
I must...must stay awake.
Waves wander in with a whisper,
cliffs standing still as ancient judges
watch the water dance its silver rites.
Storm-hearts pound beneath the surface,
yet even in that trembling stillness
you feel something rise~
a quiet, tidal courage
lifting the world
one breath at a time.
traveling through air
these tidal waves show no threat
seen nor to be heard
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i can't bother what ppl say about me .. i am me
not gone change .. so these words willl just go by my ears .. as the air moves it with it
The old desires
for domination
drifts in once again
on the ocean waves,
one frothy lap
riding atop the other
with ever growing
intensity.
As the moon and sun
rise and set daily
the ancient battles
repeatedly plays out
around the world.
The rotating force
of gravitation pull
forever to be
the victor.
Written for Francine Roberts..."on the ocean waves"...contest
billowing of flies go unheard mist tsunami but buzz on dead ears
A promotion!?!
Love is the top emotion,
That puts all good things in motion.
Let me just make this one simple notion,
That true love is at the heart of the ocean.
That is, tidal locomotion brings no commotion,
Just loving some emotion with simple devotion.
Yield lustful promotions as ones demotion...
Is finding true love with a potion.
Go back to the ocean!
Thursday, October 14, 2021
Wild ocean encourages it, worlds grow
buit on rip currents of the past;
The result is a monochrome rainbow;
Adult goals that feel like a fantasy,
childhood hopes that hold your soul;
If you can visualize it? So it shall be;
Grounded by a plethora of knowledge
that bestows such endless dreams,
walk fearless right off that ledge;
In a safe space you're free to wander
anywhere that you wish to go;
Surf those tidal waves of wonder.
Pinks and blues, summer hues
Walking on the shore
I etch her name into the sand
The tide flows in to pour
Eraser fluid over it
It thinks that it's so smart
It thinks because her name is gone
She's no longer in my heart
Foolish tide, recede again
Now try to find her name
You've defeated your own purposes
The ocean's staked its claim
Her name now drifts invisibly
Washed into the sea
But if you listen to a shell
You'll hear her calling me
Like the flowing rage of magma
it drapes across the land
sweet and sickly smell of sulfur
Making love to noses up high
down low alike
Lake of fire bubbling about and kissing the kingdom
of the frightened, their fiery smiles blossom
A flower
Singular in its purpose
It buds and pollinates
the rest
Like the flowing rage of water
it sweeps across the land
crisp and clean smell of fresh and new
Tidal waves making love to the land
the noses are full
they come clean in the wash
Few words don't meet the same line.
But life still meets the final sentence.
Every thread of survival needs to be cut.
A few drops of voice need to keep it shut.
His head throttles to death.
Not every help is heard to be sent.
And all the flowers in the coffin laid the scent.
All his will that wrote had on his consent.
Today, the grave finally sleeps.
And every drop of penny has already kept.
Not a single gold has been waste.
Only the young widow found a night to taste.