Spume Poems - Poems about Spume

......Then one looked at her sand said, “Let’s have us another ’bout.” But the man on her horse said, “No, I’m claiming that one now. In lieu of my share of the gold when all of them are sold, I’m ke......

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...How can I sever wolf-waves from the selfish sea? I ache to cut the rogue from the relentless flow his crest swelled in high rise on testosterone tide swindles my tease to tame his blue Neptune fla......

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.... NO then hang me Jehovah God Almighty left mine eyne open to indulge this sight One uv H......

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...Low evening rain. Do the trees weep, or does the sky? Gray margins swirl. Yesterday the sun was a brightness, on the wrists of small boys. They played out a violent movie a shrill mock savage......

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...One day I'll drive there. On the way I'll tell my wife about the Modoc woman, who lived outside the city, above a sea lion rookery. She taught me a Klamath-Modoc prayer: “I want you animals......

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... Tune perdendosi purple evening ebbs decipher Out blotted skies swaddle boats’ cosy slumber Burst fish femme fins, her brave roe survivors Immense installation ce......

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...The art was most masterful on the dark canvas. The intricate designs, having rich color crispness. Blending strokes together, shades creating expression Giving way to natural warmth of self-expres......

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...  Written: November 19, 2023 ________________________________________ I must plunge into the seafloor. Out into the abyss of water and starry sky. I utterly crave a ......

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...cool waves crest golden sands white spume tickles naked toes, as I stroll in silence by the shore precious memories of family holidays children flown the nest, now I walk ......

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...Written: September 12, 2023 Ocean Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Ink Empress “The sea is an underwater museum still awaiting its visitors.” – Phillip Diol......

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...Today, all is landscaped by mist. North, South, East, and West all are one floating sea. The hedgerows are reefs, a familiar tree-line seems like a gray cliff face. My own fac......

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...As centuries pass The seas advance To take away the land. Lost to the waves The ancient graves Reside below the sand. Cliffs that crumble Remains lay humble Eroded by the brine. The f......

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...We live in the seed yet to be planted content to be the parents of all this. It is good to let our eyes dream over the water together, you with your cool hand in mine. I watch you ascend up ......

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...Lowing fog horns shake scales from rooftops. We see the seawall drowning, the surging waves rising unfolding spume and brume into mountains. From the pub on the harbor front, we can hear the......

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...Through mist and rain I walk the pier Truly my favourite time of year Umber sky and umber ocean All chaotic frenzied motion. Heaving waves foam and spume Dance macabre without a tune ......

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