The Sea Poems - Poems about The Sea

I dreamt of a siren with crystal skin and quaint braided hair. her eyes, slow swirls of undying azure, coiled around, her salt-sweet chorus tightening at my throat The alluring notes pierce through my rasp scream— In cold sweats I wake up nauseous— My vocal cords enfolded in her skin. ...

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The sea refuses no river, Even if it could, it never Showed resentment I learned how to hide my feelings, The emotional game became a contest, I start with a genuine smile, My pearly whites, my body postures, I have given my oppressor over the years Inner satisfaction, they thought that they had won Because the counting was yet done We have learned...

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I want the windows to face the sea Saw the back of a woman standing near the setting sun The woman wore clothing that pleased God Which makes me happy to see the excitement from here...

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OLD MEN WALKING TO THE SEA OLD MEN WALKING TO THE SEA GOING DOWN HILL THREE BY THREE FOAMING MIST AND DISTANT THUNDER OCEANS DEEP AND FILLED WITH WONDER PASSING GATE AND ANCIENT TREE HEAR THE MORNING SEA BIRD SCREE LIVING LIFE BY SEASON'S CLOCK WALKING TO THE WOODEN DOCK FOGGY IS THE GRAYISH SKY LOOKING CHILLY TO THE EYE CLOSER NOW WE’LL SOON BE GONE FISHING...

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I was born and always lived In the Surigao Strait, this stormy sea, On the shore there are usually trees, When there is a storm and the noise of the trees, It's an extraordinary feeling. I always came to the cliff in the evening To a deserted place and shouted to the sea That there...

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I see the sea is good But the ocean is even better Both beauty is superb It makes me fell complete In the morning, at dawn In the afternoon, in the night In the evening, in the twilight In its magical reflection, serene In the sounds of the waves, peace I can talk to Him anytime....

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Written: May 11, 2025, for contest by Joseph May ************* A crimson sky breaks the distant shore, Whispers of dawn amidst a quiet uproar. The sea exhales a deep-seated hope, Awakening dreams where echoes cope. Sailing through...

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The sea laps the shore, whilst the sand receeds into its cold blue temptress. Oystercatchers sqwark, their long beaks beaconing the summer solstice. Upon the clifftops, weathered walkers feel the breeze, adrift by sundown. Day 0 - End to End Trip Poetry Works. 04.30.2025...

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Why do I love the sea? It's because it has power Something beautiful things To make me think about it When I am near the sea I just think of nothing But awe and admiration to it Enjoy the moment looking to it My faith and desire just wander My thoughts spread like sheet In the vastness of the sea My hope sprung up and...

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I once had a special place by the sea; A quiet get away where I loved to be; My favorite place for God and me. A solemn place, most Devine And serene, free of people for a season. The only sounds I heard were occasional fog horns, the roaring of the sea, and the still small voice of God. It was...

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'Twas dawn and all the sky blazed red. The tell-tales snapped like waving flags. The keening wind was full of dread; all surplus sails were stowed in bags. Though somewhere on the restless main the sea was growling in the deep. Its purpose no one could ascertain; but there it stirred and did not sleep. The...

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At the end of the sea and start of the sand there lies a place; a place where we stand and watch the sea go from shore to shore in an endless tide; that for so long before the grass was tall and the wind was blowing, has been moving like the sea - the sea; ever flowing. And the stories...

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“Where the Suburbs Meet the Sea” I walked again where I began, past fences worn, where gum trees ran— but now the tide had kissed the land, and waves rolled in like time unplanned. The house was there, but changed in tone, a quiet shell, yet not alone. The breeze...

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The ship has been rocking from shore to shore battering over rough waves and endless seas that came to the restless shores more than fifteen years ago the temperature has risen to over a hundred and fifty degrees forcing the country to call a state of emergency People were literally falling in the street as their body absorb the...

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( a series of homophones, to delight you. ) One Precious Pebble on earth one precious pebble in the sea roll with the waves my child and...

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