Short Tide Poems
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Remember watching the tide
The sandpipers around
The barnacled pillars of the wharf
Everything wet, you silky and soft
The heart has no truth worth telling
She lies within it's realm
And never knows or never says
where tide will go to helm
The ocean
have what you feel
allow it to change you
and the tide
with time
in every shade
of green and turquoise blue
Though I hate to do the daily cleaning finding it quite demeaning
I love the smell and scent of pine, so I sweep while singing.
...and time slips away,
just the way it always had,
through times good and bad...
why land mass subsides
laws of physics can’t decide
~ as man now presides ~
Brian Strands
All yours 14
13/03/21
when your mouth runs off without your brain
a ripple of waves in low tide
2/19/23
A Ripple To Me 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor-JCB Brul
In low tide I stand
feeling the pull of the sea
against my ankles.
My saffron and oyster life
passes before my own eyes.
waves of up down thoughts
flow in heart ocean's weather
mind moon's ebb tide game
when how hard I tried
there was changing of the tide
bod I have spied
what I heard some say
body had been washed away
on bottom now does lay
The tide told me that
in paradise there is
an abundance of flowing
dreams and promises
that are reborn from the inside
of the soul of a coconut
. . . for both low and great,
for no one, time and tide wait,
passing through life's gate . . .
the tide ebbs and flows
in and out quietly each day
no one barely pays any attention to it
until one day it goes out to sea
and never comes again
Listen to poem:
between
the then and now
an evergrowing ridge
severing
our past
gone hazy
forever
irretrievable
AP: 3rd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
Consciousness pulsating through a webbed highway
Rhythmically expanding , embracing infinity
Returning home like the silken petals of the morning glory.
I’ll give you a smile
to wipe away your tears
got to go, fly home
take your touch your memories,
need to breathe your Spanish air.
© Harry J Horsman 2013
struggle given up
at last
resigned
to swirl
twirl
and
inhale
watery reality
top floating
trailing bloody strings
of wishful
make believe
My heart beats
toward you
like the swell
of the ocean
toward
high tide,
caught by
an unrelenting
force
It cannot
understand,
cannot
escape.
Brush moves through time,
Ink bleeds like ancient tides,
Breath held in lines,
Silk remembers,
Ancestors speak through each stroke,
The sea keeps their names.
See's water dances
ebb occurs for attraction
becomes calm in tide
The tide of the ocean
People in your life
Feelings you have and others have for you
All these things are alike in ways
They all come in and grow
As do they go and fade
Form:
In sunlights defilade
weed outgrows the plant
and marshmallowed clouds
dissipate in whispered wisps
owed was freely given
and crested wave
beckoned burning shoe less feet
Wet
Liquified physical
Risen vaporizing fluid
Tides controlling moon streaming
Agua
2/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Washed
up
on the
shore
broken
by
the
ocean's
roar
waiting
at
the
foot
of
heavens
door
I
touch
her
fading
beauty
with
my
trembling
hand
a
broken
shell
lying
in
the
burning
sand
Horizon stretching
azure shades midst rolling waves
spring tides unleashing.
a haiku from your window for Michael J. Falotico's competition
written by Déirdre Ó Maidín