Staring off into
a distant realm
with the soul
of a yearning mermaid
and the heart
of an
eternal dreamer
is none other than
the whimsical
and magical Pisces
When they weep
for the world
and its horrors
the spirit realm
opens up
just for them
to hold them up
in loving grace
as they reflect
beneath
willow trees.
With their mutably
soft emotions
that run
so deep
sometimes
they might
swim away
whenever personally
dealing with
any emotional
or spiritual crises.
But
I always
imagine them
frolicking
in the water
with seaweed
in their hair
as they quietly
and delicately
slip away
from all these
unnecessary
human
responsibilities.
Note: This poem is part of my zodiac-themed poem collection. If you are a Pisces reading this, I hope I did your sign justice. Anyway, I'll be posting one for Aries very soon!
Wonder
Blue gold treasure
Good crowning see food catches
Stops by land for a split second
Ocean
The harp of the ocean ruptures the skin,
blood mingling but sharks do not attack.
Letting sea salt heal all that is within,
finally you are clean feeling blue-black.
Bioluminescence hits with a smack,
dabs of glitter sparkle coating your hair.
With an image harnessing debonair,
a rhythm dances with the rising tide.
Unable to turn from it’s feisty flare,
wild desire to submerge will not subside.
the waves roll inland
whispering of their travels
expressing their thoughts
Along the quiet ocean shore,
Where restless thoughts are heard no more,
The silver waves in gentle rhyme
Wash worries from the sands of time.
The gulls drift softly on the breeze,
While sunlight dances on the seas;
Each foamy crest and whispered spray
Invites the cares of life away.
Barefoot upon the cooling sand,
I feel no need to understand
The hurried world that lies behind,
The sea brings calm unto the mind.
The distant horizon, vast and blue,
Speaks ancient truths forever new;
No voice is raised, no burden pressed,
Yet all within is soothed and blessed.
As evening paints the sky with gold,
And twilight's peaceful arms enfold,
A quiet joy begins to bloom,
A sacred stillness fills the room.
Near ocean's edge I gently see
The gift of simple harmony;
And in the rhythm of the tide,
Serenity walks by my side.
From distance far,
Steady as the stars,
Your broad waves flowed in
As tides blown by the winds.
I first met you in 1978 when
We moved to San Francisco.
We live just four blocks from
Your beautiful sandy beaches.
I observed the beauty of your
Harmonic rythem and ryhme.
Time after time, those roaring
Sounds of the sea came rushing
To the shores.
Amazed and wowed time after time,
Walking tall across your sea walls.
8 years of delight filled my heart
Whenever you would call.
On many a night, safely upon the rocks,
without fright, I sat and comuned with God.
In the presence of sea gulls and your company,
I would forget about the clock.
Yes Pacific, there was something special
Between you and me until I left you in 1986.
Oh how quickly the years have gone by, but
The memories of you will forever linger.
life crashes like waves
oceans floor my foundation
steadfast i stand
birds above are called
by soothing ripples of waves
grasping gifts with feet
Dear Ocean
I am looking forward
to another fun loving weekend
alone with you in the sunlight
reflected in the blue skies
at your green water island lagoon
welcoming the refreshing
feel of salt on my tongue
the kiss of the shore
on my hair and face
I love the ocean. It's my happy place. Always.
The ocean
By Michelle Morris
28/03/2026
The ocean
She calls to me
Come closer, my love
Let me set you free
The ocean
She is my true heart
She holds me close
Pulls the demons apart
The ocean
She lifts me up
My light is restored
My soul knows trust
The ocean
She is my happy place
I know peace and hope
She's my saving grace
© Michelle Morris, 2026
I strolled through swamps and muck
I climbed the mountains in the air
I untangled from stuck
revevrted to the now and here
I so wanted to hope
and to learn how to cope
To exit the trap, mope
I strolled through emotion
and bled through devotion
but didnt stop the ocean
I love the ocean
By Michelle Morris
01/02/2026
I love the ocean
I love the waves
It repairs the broken
It calms and saves
I love its magic
I love its mystery
It's a home and shelter
It's serendipity
I love its wildness
I love its music
Its hidden secrets
Its pleasurable viewing
I love its soothing
I love its inspiration
It's a contradiction
It's our heart's aching
I love the water
I love the flow
It's a reminder to be one
It's a blessing to our wholeness
I love our ocean
I love our blue marble
Earth is our special home
And the ocean is simply marvellous
© Michelle Morris, 2026
Right in the middle of an ocean
You realise you're part of the life cycle
Staring right there at the big sun
The blinding light shuts down your IQ
The water seems to be overcoming you
Your saviour appears to be a big rock
Only if nightlight tales were true,
Then a shark's back wouldn't be a big shock
You wake up realising you slept the night
In a split second you feel something sharp
Of course your body is a shark's delight
It wouldn't care about all your crap.
By Michael faleti
smile as bright as sun
my pulse like roaring ocean
gives me new life
A buoy calling me to the green sea
I can't move her wild channel, like my ebbs
from within, my God, may this bracing cease
of cold months past thaw, spill breathing again
the seagull in the ice air blew away
I can't move her wild channel, like my ebbs
a seaweed frozen to wind in the spray
other footprints passing where there were mine
the seagull in the ice air blew away
an ocean that cannot melt my goodbye
on water my skin like fog beating through
other footprints passing where there were mine
where the rip current gets all things too soon
the memory of these fingers thrashing
on water; my skin like fog beating through
the dark thud against me still, still splashing
a buoy calling me to the green sea
with a thousand others never watching
from within, my God, may this bracing cease
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