Ocean Simile Poems | Examples
These Ocean Simile poems are examples of Simile poems about Ocean. These are the best examples of Simile Ocean poems written by international poets.
You missed creative writing class today,
but don't worry about it. It's okay.
Similes were on today's agenda,
and I took notes which I will lend ya.
I'm happy to be of assistance.
Let me give you a "for instance".
The ocean is like the desert, friend,
Like my poems, they have no end.
Of course, the desert is a little hotter,
and the ocean has a lot more water.
Sailing makes you sick? Okay, smartie,
riding on a camel ain't no party.
Both of these are the kinds of places
where you get lost and leave no traces.
You just want to get home for dinner.
How's that for a simile beginner?
Life mirrors the ocean's flow, skimming,
turning, burning, and then churning
below it thrusts and bursts forth
impatiently, then spreads,
searching and reaching
for the unknown,
befuddled,
baffled,
dazed
by
seeking,
pursuing
secret corners,
returning to light
our pathway before it
dives to black recesses
once again obscuring our dreams,
pondering what it cannot resolve.
Where there is war,
There can be no peace;
No matter who or where you are,
We must, as one, tame this vicious beast:-
Where there is war,
There can be no peace;
No matter who are where you are
Chanting "War For Peace", must cease:-
It's like a shark with an octopus' head in its jaw,
Changing to t it prey, "Thanks for this killing tasty piece;
And thanks to the gods of water, be floodedor this blood of ocean war":-
Oh, let the rumors of war be tabooed and forbidden:
Let peace on Earth and good will to all be as has been written:-
May the thunder of hope and elighten spirit sky our ways,
And may God's precious clouds of joy blacken with coveted love;
That in the coming remaining time in our lives' coming days,
Our blessed Earth will be flooded with raining peace from above;
And may that oxymonic warring chant be forever shoved:-
Who am I, you ask?
I am royalty to does who talk down on me
I am what nobody else see , a Queen with God as her army
I am a ocean with waves so deep
I am elegant , delightful and so sweet
I am a beautiful woman with curves so deep
I am one who has seen enough
That would make others fall weak
I am she who is strong enough to know when I am weak .
Proud and unbending in honesty
I am quiet
But my spirit speak loud enough for me
Yet I am who I am and that’s what makes me
I am who they say I’m not
Pretty
Colorful
And so unique
I am a shining star that’s aiming for her destiny
I am what other can’t be
Real with myself
Nobody else can define me
Who am I , you ask
I am me and me is everything I can be
What, I cannot say,
A feeling something's wonkey.
Like mucking muddy sand at the bottom of the ocean,
Beneath acrobatic, trapeze artist monkeys.
What can be said,
About the snorkeling tigers?
Or the underwater chainsaw juggler,
Breathing fire?
There's a soggy clown around somewhere,
Spitting spades and hearts, and clovers.
It's a three-ringed circus sideshow -
It too, will soon be over.
I wandered, lonely as a beach
that stretches miles along the shore,
with its horizon, far from reach-
to hug the sky, forevermore.
From unseen starts, waves crash, retreat,
bathe pristine sand- no prints of feet.
So vast, the ocean, with huge waves
that rise and churn beneath the wind
as white caps form with froth that plays
upon the beach to then rescind
back out to sea, where currents blend;
return again- once more- extend.
The lonely beach divides that space
tween stable land and rolling sea-
two worlds that coexist, embrace;
all life by nature, guarantee.
The land, with seasons, changes scene;
the sea turns wild- or rests, serene.
But still, the lonely beach remains;
as constant as can be, it lies-
except with ebbs and flows, it gains
a changing breadth with lows and highs.
It guards both worlds- and all alone-
will face those forces still unknown.
Life is a river in spate, with froth, noise and rapid pace, some currents are eddy, some flow so smooth, on its journey to the vast ocean. Do not resent the knots that block the flow, for the more knots you undo, wiser you become.
fortunes good and bad
life is shuffling the card game
learn to play not blame
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Written 26/07/2020
ocean waves rush in
like rambunctious preschoolers
at morning recess
eager to entertain you
in goofy games of pretend
Love is like a tropical island
It is found in every direction you look
North, south, east and west on the map
where it sits very patiently
surrounded by calm seas
if not found there would be no paradise
Love is like a tropical island
for which its suitors search for its gold
within its golden sand, if it's not found
the island's volcanoes will erupt
and there would be no paradise
Love is like a tropical island
Where its suitors convey knowledge
Of every cardinal point, ocean depth
And trade winds all over the island
If they aren't able to locate
Its golden treasure
There would be no paradise
My ribcage is like a conch shell
where you can press your ear
against my narrow chest
where the music of the ocean tides
meet the songs of the mermaids
flowing and circulating
through my heart made of ocean water
and my breastplate made of coral reefs
like seagulls skating
on ocean waters
we navigate the currents
of deception
cascading jelly rocks of defeat
as we flow nile like
upward and onward
splashing into liberation…
water eagles sailing
surging waves…hip hopping
waters of freedom:
immerging...blossoming…
Surging forward
like ocean swells,
the frog happily hopped
gingerly along its way.
Like stoppable shores,
deep and deeper holes awaited him.
Oh, the mystery of the Sea!
What treasures lie within your depths?
I stood upon the rocks looking out to sea,
And I heard the roaring waves
As they came crashing into the shore,
It sounded like a thousand voices
Calling from out of the past.
I could smell a salty mist in the air,
The misty spray felt cool upon my skin
As the waves splashed against the rocks,
The moon shone through a twilight sky
And reflected itself upon the water.
I stood there thinking of how the sea was a mystery,
It's been around since the dawning of God's creation,
Oh, if only the sea could talk!
What amazing tales she could tell,
About the mariners who sailed the ancient world,
Intriguing stories of adventure, mystery,
And romance on the high seas.
As I kneeled down with my hands in the water
I tasted the misty salty air upon my lips,
I wanted to say goodbye to a sea that has
Always intrigued me since childhood,
Although the sea began here at creation
It won't end until the worlds end.
The sea became angry around mid-day;
waves rolled in and crashed against the shore.
The sky became dark and clouds turned grey;
the winds blew strong, air filled with ocean spray;
the storm was at hand, knocking at the city’s door.
Windows boarded up, the streets were abandoned;
a feeling of angst could be felt in the air.
The city was prepared to make its stand, and
the raging storm swirled and approached the land, and
the world watched in horror and said a silent prayer.
The storm made land around the fall of night;
rain fell in torrents and the wind blew throughout.
By the break of day the battered city was a fright;
trees were down, and streets flooded to great height;
leaving our present in shambles and our future in doubt.
Like the tempest she is filled with rage;
there’s an air of uncertainty when she is around.
She’s like a tiger that is trapped in a cage;
trying to escape and hoping to engage;
and still without her you cannot be found.
Tired of talking too much
I wish to rest my rhymes.
Now is time to give ears
To your titanic tale of tears.
The heart that was under constraint
Needs to be unburdened.
My grief-stricken lap waits for
Your grieving grievances.
You, the only speaker and I, a patient listener,
Numb but nod at your each nuance.
Let my heart beat for last
To eternalise our momentary meeting,
I with my muteness
And you with your long-awaited lyrics.
Dew drops fall from your dark eyes
Moistening your rose petaled lips
That sometimes part in a smile.
I, a tragedian of your tale,
A respondent to your reactions
With a heavy heart wipe my wet eyelashes.
Like a pair of love birds
We look lovingly at each other,
Pine over the pains of the past
And fear of the fruitless future.
Little choice we are left with
But to flow like two rivers
Yearning to meet but to end in the ocean,
Our destination, mingling together.