Wave Poems - Poems about Wave

It’s ninety one but feels like more, Like I opened up the Devil’s front door. He said “Come on in!” with a fire breath grin Now I’m sweatin' places I ain’t ever been. The sidewalk’s cookin’ eggs on the sly, Birds stopped chirpin', too hot to fly. Even my dog gave me that judgmental look, Like, “Take me out again and you’re...

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Way out, a wave starts its run on a lifting swell then builds to a peak until it crests holding cobra like high in air, falls to gravity, folds over in a thunder of bubbles to become a wash running up a beach, expiring in a lick of froth to tickle little feet. ...

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Raging Waves Hiku 29 white foam floating on shore raging waves crashing on...

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HEAT WAVE streets are quiet physical pursuits paused we remain inside luxuriate in air conditioning long, languid days best for creating new poetry ...

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The bitter taste of unascertained guilt A snapshot stopped the motion of a wave It stiffened in a moment at full tilt And vaguely I remember to press save Splash of the wave remains in time and space A year after it comes back at the same day With the same sun that shines upon your face You smiled at me,...

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your love ~ my muse your voice ~ my prose             s l i                 p                      s and sails in the sky ~ stroking the silhouette of snow-kissed mountains, mirroring memories of moon-flames seized like picturesque Polaroids of a spirit that stands still & ...

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Wind whistles tempting tune, on air-swept wings beguiled birds soar high to seamless sapphire sky with the fleet of cotton clouds, design changing silk shapes adrift. Art shifts on curved canvas of cobalt, flows as a freedom form with rhythmic joy. I’m swept by rapture wave surge of nature, swaying me on swells of solitude, resounds the music of silence in pristine precinct of peace that suffuses my...

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Blood of gems crosses the tides a fractured tremor of a weary river fog of marrow diluted by tremors spines chained to the edges of a coral sinking deep stones upon a shore that quivers and the body hears only a wave mute that carves....

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My mind is wrapped in wonder, To think that I could love her; How can we explore, Our caring for each other? All that has ever haunted, Was a poltergeist, unwanted! Which prayer could there be, That is meant for love evolving? Which prayer should I speak, May reach God’s ears, To problem solve it?...

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born with hair slightly wavy as summer sea's crest, Mom would treat it as her morning decor ritual--- ponytailed, pinned at the crown with zigzag of ribbons, braided two-ways, and god knows what arrangements followed--oh yes, the old maid bun! jet black , it flowed down past shoulders; the envy of high school.girls as we started to soiree and party...like so, by 2000,...

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Like sunlit tides on a quiet shore, a breath of peace in each rolling wave, it hums of freedom, soft and serene— a prism of truth in motion’s embrace, where hope drifts in translucent grace. Contest: Color my mood Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud Contest Judged: June 2nd, 2025 5:10:00 AM Placement: Third...

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What if the moon played music composed of others' thoughts and wishes? Would you hum along and carry that tune all day after the moon fades and the sun rises? What if you could see the wind and know that it carried the hopes and dreams of others? Would you allow it to flow through and...

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Though caged in a corner where gallows still loom, Beware — for it sails on a wave of dark gloom. A wave from the sea of existence runs red, A net cast through nightfall and daylight ahead. You, sovereign hawk in this narrow domain — Be not content, for these bars still remain. Yet I bring good news from the breath...

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NEW WAVE ASCENDS Workers waul at leaders sold who rush to airports cold in hospitals wan women wallow tattered children nothing to swallow ideals trickling through untilled soil will dreams and intentions expire before patient arthritic grandmothers tire softly rain filters Earth’s corners nourishing hills, herbs and mourners life follows death singing afresh surely New Wave ascends roaring freedom showers...

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Xander Cage, with his stunts, quite extreme, Said, "Rules? I just live out a dream!" He'd snowboard a wave, Then just casually rave, "This spy stuff's a wild, crazy scheme!" ©bfa032125 (Vin Diesel in ***) ...

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