Poems about the Sea and Oceans
#sea
Poems about the sea and oceans, the water that covers most of the earth's surface. Poems about the sea includes poetry about sea life, sea travel, beach holidays, boats and ships, and the beauty of our sea and oceans. Also poems about ocean conservation and pollution of the sea.
Walt55
Poem Published
Today 1:09am
Today 1:09am
Midway Remembered
A sea of white,
Silently stood,
Around the great monument,
Of stone and wood.
Men and Women solemnly stood,
Tears of sorrow,
For each forgotten ,
Sailor and friend.
As each ships name,
Sailor's rank read,
Midway's sea battles,
Tears were shed.
As taps was played,
They stood as one,
As sea of white,
Proudly stood strong.
As the stars and stripes ,
Were carried off,
The next generation in honor,
Grabbed the torch.[/font]
Silently stood,
Around the great monument,
Of stone and wood.
Men and Women solemnly stood,
Tears of sorrow,
For each forgotten ,
Sailor and friend.
As each ships name,
Sailor's rank read,
Midway's sea battles,
Tears were shed.
As taps was played,
They stood as one,
As sea of white,
Proudly stood strong.
As the stars and stripes ,
Were carried off,
The next generation in honor,
Grabbed the torch.[/font]
#war
#sea
#memorial
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Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
14th Oct 2019 11:38pm
14th Oct 2019 11:38pm
Haiku #33 ...sound of the sea
Man so loved the sound
of the sea...that he
invented the freeway...
of the sea...that he
invented the freeway...
#sea
#haiku
38 reads
9 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
14th Oct 2019 5:18pm
14th Oct 2019 5:18pm
In Days & Nights of Waning Gibbous Skies
( a seafarer’s lament )
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
The moon, a yellow pale slip of a girl,
That I would see o’er yonder on the rise
From water fresh, to salty ocean pearl.
It was in times of yore when in my youth
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
I’d yield the way with yardage as my truth,
For I felt neither foolishness nor wise.
There could not be another for these eyes,
To beckon me to purple northern lights.
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
Was...
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
The moon, a yellow pale slip of a girl,
That I would see o’er yonder on the rise
From water fresh, to salty ocean pearl.
It was in times of yore when in my youth
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
I’d yield the way with yardage as my truth,
For I felt neither foolishness nor wise.
There could not be another for these eyes,
To beckon me to purple northern lights.
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
Was...
#sea
#moon
#sky
#storm
#memories
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11 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 8:47pm
13th Oct 2019 8:47pm
Of Breath and Light
I am a hole in a flute that the Christ’s breath moves through. Listen to this music.” Hafiz
It is not the mind
That breathes
The body
It is nature
That breathes
Light sparkles in the sky
Between the stillness
Of a tree
And the stillness
Of God
Is
I
Myself
And
Me
Clouds drift across the moon
When I look
Into the eyes
Of my cat
They look
Back
Completely
When my cat
Looks away
He looks away
Completely ...
It is not the mind
That breathes
The body
It is nature
That breathes
Light sparkles in the sky
Between the stillness
Of a tree
And the stillness
Of God
Is
I
Myself
And
Me
Clouds drift across the moon
When I look
Into the eyes
Of my cat
They look
Back
Completely
When my cat
Looks away
He looks away
Completely ...
#trees
#river
#sea
#sky
#nature
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9 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
12th Oct 2019 9:52pm
12th Oct 2019 9:52pm
Dream: One Tight Night Will Cure Thy Blight
Squirt the groundswell, but keep it a secret.
( sabateurs and other lightweight threats,
are emerging from corners).
Beware
the widow woman wrapped in black.
Offer no resistance. She'd be booked to board
the TITANIC, but mistakenly hopped the the OLYMPIC
(as all them StarLine tubs looked the same her).
Then was the figure of the mighty Jack Johnson.......
"And they wouldn't let Jack Johnson on board. They said:
this ship don't haul no coal, Fare the well, Titanic, fare-thee-well."
The...
( sabateurs and other lightweight threats,
are emerging from corners).
Beware
the widow woman wrapped in black.
Offer no resistance. She'd be booked to board
the TITANIC, but mistakenly hopped the the OLYMPIC
(as all them StarLine tubs looked the same her).
Then was the figure of the mighty Jack Johnson.......
"And they wouldn't let Jack Johnson on board. They said:
this ship don't haul no coal, Fare the well, Titanic, fare-thee-well."
The...
#regret
#sea
#water
#nature
#tragedy
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4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 9:13pm
11th Oct 2019 9:13pm
Alone In A Storm, And Paranoia
Thunder rumbles across the bay, followed seconds later by splattering rain on the paving stone outside.
There's another growl of thunder, louder this time.
She opens her eyes, groggy still from her afternoon nap.
More lightning at the window, followed by a pause in the storm as the steady thud of rain becomes a downpour. She goes into the lounge to draw the curtains.
She stops.
That's strange. She shut the window earlier - didn't she? But now it's open.
There's another growl of thunder, louder this time.
She opens her eyes, groggy still from her afternoon nap.
More lightning at the window, followed by a pause in the storm as the steady thud of rain becomes a downpour. She goes into the lounge to draw the curtains.
She stops.
That's strange. She shut the window earlier - didn't she? But now it's open.
#sea
#confusion
#mystery
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AndyJHale
Andy J Hale
Andy J Hale
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 1:40am
11th Oct 2019 1:40am
Tethys
Crying, weeping
into an empty ocean
Transparent waves
set in slow motion
There really is
no rhyme or reason
I sealed my fate
when I got lost in your eyes
Can we give it another try?
Crying, weeping
waiting to fall
The soldiers stand
like dominos
I sealed my fate
when I got lost in your eyes
Can we give it another try?
Crying, weeping
is the past forgiven?
My tears fall down
from your devotion
There really is
no rhyme or reason
I sealed my fate...
into an empty ocean
Transparent waves
set in slow motion
There really is
no rhyme or reason
I sealed my fate
when I got lost in your eyes
Can we give it another try?
Crying, weeping
waiting to fall
The soldiers stand
like dominos
I sealed my fate
when I got lost in your eyes
Can we give it another try?
Crying, weeping
is the past forgiven?
My tears fall down
from your devotion
There really is
no rhyme or reason
I sealed my fate...
#sea
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
8th Oct 2019 3:27pm
8th Oct 2019 3:27pm
in Walderingfield
A boat is pulled from her water
white, flaked,
blue, splintered -
men seeking to store,
prevent rot in the base of her.
I watch, throw a rolled stone into glass-flat,
stare down the curved eel Moon still combatting the Sun
- a warmer dawn
than the dawn before.
A little Egret sails
above boats, below
irregular clouds.
The linking sounds of lapping overtake all else as we wander
further from people,
stones collected, thrown,
wet seeping into clean on socks.
I...
white, flaked,
blue, splintered -
men seeking to store,
prevent rot in the base of her.
I watch, throw a rolled stone into glass-flat,
stare down the curved eel Moon still combatting the Sun
- a warmer dawn
than the dawn before.
A little Egret sails
above boats, below
irregular clouds.
The linking sounds of lapping overtake all else as we wander
further from people,
stones collected, thrown,
wet seeping into clean on socks.
I...
#love
#home
#sea #nature
#sea #nature
48 reads
10 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
7th Oct 2019 11:16pm
7th Oct 2019 11:16pm
Guilty gifts
She wanted to feel small again,
still brave enough
to shout her name into the head wind,
to breathe herself alive in the rising swell.
The pier was deserted as she stepped over
the danger sign that danced on its rusty chain.
Through the murk of stirred up sand
her red raincoat appeared disrespectful
to one so angry, one so hungry.
The wooden boards flexed like sleeping ribs
as a large wave spewed over a little café
soaking her favourite Sunday morning spot
to sit and sip hot Mocha.
She would watch the red of the sun ...
still brave enough
to shout her name into the head wind,
to breathe herself alive in the rising swell.
The pier was deserted as she stepped over
the danger sign that danced on its rusty chain.
Through the murk of stirred up sand
her red raincoat appeared disrespectful
to one so angry, one so hungry.
The wooden boards flexed like sleeping ribs
as a large wave spewed over a little café
soaking her favourite Sunday morning spot
to sit and sip hot Mocha.
She would watch the red of the sun ...
#death
#sea
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Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
6th Oct 2019 7:27pm
6th Oct 2019 7:27pm
Haiku #31 ...time
day breaks sunny surf
gently sighs sands sing softly
swaying palms...still time
gently sighs sands sing softly
swaying palms...still time
#sea
#sun
#beach #haiku
#beach #haiku
46 reads
4 Comments
fieryangelsouljia
MorriganFey
MorriganFey
Poem Published
5th Oct 2019 2:35pm
5th Oct 2019 2:35pm
A Breaking of the Gods Pt. 3 Oceans
He slipped on the rocks
and fell into the ocean below
The raging tide
a fear of time
all this time suffering
wasting all his years
trying to love everything
that never loved him
beyond the shore
Maybe he struggled for a bit-
a little with himself
a little more with the darkness
threatening his aching soul,
tearing through his beating chest
And he sees Poseidon
reaching for his hands
blue and cold now
beneath the raging sea
There was a kernel of a dream there
rising with...
and fell into the ocean below
The raging tide
a fear of time
all this time suffering
wasting all his years
trying to love everything
that never loved him
beyond the shore
Maybe he struggled for a bit-
a little with himself
a little more with the darkness
threatening his aching soul,
tearing through his beating chest
And he sees Poseidon
reaching for his hands
blue and cold now
beneath the raging sea
There was a kernel of a dream there
rising with...
#sea
#water
#mythology
#pagan
#redemption
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slipalong
Poem Published
4th Oct 2019 7:10am
4th Oct 2019 7:10am
Madam Mcbess (sea shanty)
She stood upon the quarer deck
Her tresses to her shoulder, black
Her eyes like cannonballs so dark
Capitain McBess said and "now to work"
And sail the morn on fortunes arm
The privateer had worked her charm
Chorus
Her crew they were a scurvy bunch
Her whip hand holds the fear of death
For the gold doubloon and the ingots weight
They will follow her to the ends of earth
For the bounty is the Pirates mate
For the bounty is the Pirates mate
Verse2
We rape and pillage curse and swear
But always address Mcbess...
Her tresses to her shoulder, black
Her eyes like cannonballs so dark
Capitain McBess said and "now to work"
And sail the morn on fortunes arm
The privateer had worked her charm
Chorus
Her crew they were a scurvy bunch
Her whip hand holds the fear of death
For the gold doubloon and the ingots weight
They will follow her to the ends of earth
For the bounty is the Pirates mate
For the bounty is the Pirates mate
Verse2
We rape and pillage curse and swear
But always address Mcbess...
#sea
#lyrics
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