Long Poems About the Sea
#sea
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
27th Jul 2023 5:56am
27th Jul 2023 5:56am
To love a Pisces Moon
I tried to describe you again today...
I've done it a thousand times or more
There's a surging tsunami of emotions
And I struggle with each wave inside me
One after another containing hundreds of thoughts
And I struggle to pick and choose the ones to say
I fall upon water imagery today when you came to mind
You are a perfect rainy day at the beach to me
The waves the color of your eyes as they roll and move
To try to leave that gaze is shockingly difficult
The thick wet sand pulling me down with each step
Purple seashells...
I've done it a thousand times or more
There's a surging tsunami of emotions
And I struggle with each wave inside me
One after another containing hundreds of thoughts
And I struggle to pick and choose the ones to say
I fall upon water imagery today when you came to mind
You are a perfect rainy day at the beach to me
The waves the color of your eyes as they roll and move
To try to leave that gaze is shockingly difficult
The thick wet sand pulling me down with each step
Purple seashells...
#love
#sea
#clouds
#nature
#admiration
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Abracadabra
Poem Published
9th Jun 2023 1:14pm
9th Jun 2023 1:14pm
Captain Cheap is Best
The boatyard guys all shook their heads but the American who'd bought the wreck was cocksure of his dream and pretty little dark haired Lizzie always smiling by his side had bought into him, even though his motto was 'cheap is best'.
All summer the two of them worked, sawing, planing, scavenging dumpster wood, fixing up the wreck, scrounging discarded equipment, old rope from the beach and the treasure of a worn out sail, grayer than a gravestone and ragged as a toilet rag in tears.
Cheap was always best but free seemed so much better.
Lizzie patched and sewed, made curtains...
All summer the two of them worked, sawing, planing, scavenging dumpster wood, fixing up the wreck, scrounging discarded equipment, old rope from the beach and the treasure of a worn out sail, grayer than a gravestone and ragged as a toilet rag in tears.
Cheap was always best but free seemed so much better.
Lizzie patched and sewed, made curtains...
#dreams
#sea
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
25th Apr 2023 11:13pm
25th Apr 2023 11:13pm
Miss Nelson
Miss Nelson was an old widow who resided alone in a small house by the sea in Port Henderson. She was a peaceful and quiet person. Moreover, she did not have many friends, and she kept to herself most of the times. Her next-door neighbour had a bar at the front of his yard, and at nights, the loud music and the noisy drunkards caused a disturbance. The noise affected Miss Nelson, but she did not say anything about it to the owner of the bar.
A particular old man who was a regular customer at the bar used to bother Miss Nelson. On weekends, he would go to her yard when he is...
A particular old man who was a regular customer at the bar used to bother Miss Nelson. On weekends, he would go to her yard when he is...
#home
#sea
#night
#music
#curse
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Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
8th Dec 2022 4:49pm
8th Dec 2022 4:49pm
Poems Written on Seaside Postcards (collaboration with Casted_Runes)
Miss Wales, 1982
Oh dear, the palpable fear
News splashed like seagull shit.
The Fingering Wall beside the Fair -
Miss Wales, what did you do?
Giving head to a judge
Swallowed your pride
Senile, semen of bile,
Dethroned to whirl of waltzers.
Stiff sea breeze roughed her candy-floss hair.
Sauce for the Chips
Greetings from sunny Clacton!
This long weekend is on its way:
we met these swingers on the pier
and had our tea with them.
They’re down at the holiday camp, near
where your Becky used...
Oh dear, the palpable fear
News splashed like seagull shit.
The Fingering Wall beside the Fair -
Miss Wales, what did you do?
Giving head to a judge
Swallowed your pride
Senile, semen of bile,
Dethroned to whirl of waltzers.
Stiff sea breeze roughed her candy-floss hair.
Sauce for the Chips
Greetings from sunny Clacton!
This long weekend is on its way:
we met these swingers on the pier
and had our tea with them.
They’re down at the holiday camp, near
where your Becky used...
#sea
#ghosts
#nostalgia #Britain
#nostalgia #Britain
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3 Comments
theskyatdawn2
Poem Published
26th Oct 2022 4:35am
26th Oct 2022 4:35am
A Pirate's Life
Canvas snapping in a southeastern wind,
Sun above and salt spray on me chin.
We make for Jamaica, our next port of call,
Montego Bay, so that we bypass the squall.
Aye, we be men of the sea, and secrets she keeps,
Pirates they call us, tis’ only treasure we seek.
The smell of the brine and the air tastes of salt,
When a ship comes in sight, we force them to halt.
If after a bloody battle, the ship is left for scrap,
All is commandeered from a well-executed attack.
We tie all captains to the mast, as their ships sank,
The...
Sun above and salt spray on me chin.
We make for Jamaica, our next port of call,
Montego Bay, so that we bypass the squall.
Aye, we be men of the sea, and secrets she keeps,
Pirates they call us, tis’ only treasure we seek.
The smell of the brine and the air tastes of salt,
When a ship comes in sight, we force them to halt.
If after a bloody battle, the ship is left for scrap,
All is commandeered from a well-executed attack.
We tie all captains to the mast, as their ships sank,
The...
#sea
#historical
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2022 4:09am
23rd Jun 2022 4:09am
SHADOW DANCE (7-23-2000, Galveston Island, Texas)
morning sun
throws its warm gold
across upon into
my shirtless
back
as its all embracing
bright light
brands this long road
up ahead of me
as i ride
and roll on
my bike
ever further
into this strong
western
salty gulf breeze
as my shadow
precedes me
along this remote
open beach road
fleetingly hiding
in other shadows
i occasionally
pass through
along my way
where larger tree shadows
so...
throws its warm gold
across upon into
my shirtless
back
as its all embracing
bright light
brands this long road
up ahead of me
as i ride
and roll on
my bike
ever further
into this strong
western
salty gulf breeze
as my shadow
precedes me
along this remote
open beach road
fleetingly hiding
in other shadows
i occasionally
pass through
along my way
where larger tree shadows
so...
#countryside
#sea
#beach
#sky
#nature
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Solomon_Song
Poem Published
7th Feb 2022 6:24am
7th Feb 2022 6:24am
I AM SAILING (APOLOGIES TO ROD STEWART)
#sex
#sea
#rhyming
340 reads
3 Comments
wordswordswords
Poem Published
4th Jan 2022 11:26am
4th Jan 2022 11:26am
My Little Deep Sea
In my dreams
the waves of the ocean lap to brush the cheek of the bank,
in my arms like growing tides, I'll draw you in and pull you out to sea with me.
And over the deep deep blue we go, rocking with the waves and swirling with the wind,
living with the ocean, among the wriggling fractures of moonlight that dance upon its surface.
Mystical streaks that breathe alive and moving, inhaling the darkness.
Glowing, as these little creatures skim upon the ripples and waves, sandwiched between the endless black below and the open-mouthed void gaping above – ...
the waves of the ocean lap to brush the cheek of the bank,
in my arms like growing tides, I'll draw you in and pull you out to sea with me.
And over the deep deep blue we go, rocking with the waves and swirling with the wind,
living with the ocean, among the wriggling fractures of moonlight that dance upon its surface.
Mystical streaks that breathe alive and moving, inhaling the darkness.
Glowing, as these little creatures skim upon the ripples and waves, sandwiched between the endless black below and the open-mouthed void gaping above – ...
#loneliness
#dreams
#sea
#shame
#LGBT
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Alone-In-the-Aisle
Poem Published
27th Nov 2021 8:42pm
27th Nov 2021 8:42pm
Nothing Is There
terrrrrrhh iiiiii tttTr ied tried.
Tried.
tried.
Tr i e d to Stroke My neck Like i'm a different Personnn
b u t,
NO Amount of Comfort will Ebb Away THIs DE S PAI R(rrahh).
i Want to L o o k in the Mirror See A DIFFernt Person
But (uh) NO Amount of Change Will ReaRange What IS THERe(rrr). (heha)
as long as i've been d..dr..ah DREAming of L O Vvv e.
The Idea if I Gave it I WOULD REceive as M Uuu C H.
Apparently,
i thought i did, ...
Tried.
tried.
Tr i e d to Stroke My neck Like i'm a different Personnn
b u t,
NO Amount of Comfort will Ebb Away THIs DE S PAI R(rrahh).
i Want to L o o k in the Mirror See A DIFFernt Person
But (uh) NO Amount of Change Will ReaRange What IS THERe(rrr). (heha)
as long as i've been d..dr..ah DREAming of L O Vvv e.
The Idea if I Gave it I WOULD REceive as M Uuu C H.
Apparently,
i thought i did, ...
#loneliness
#dark
#sea
#despair
#emptiness
313 reads
Kehlida
Poem Published
14th Nov 2021 3:55pm
14th Nov 2021 3:55pm
Wish I'd Jumped Ship
An ink-tone puddle or bottomless well?
Your love is so daunting
Depth few could admire and perhaps I am no different
as I drown in those sapphire eyes, full of intrigue
Reluctant to explore this shallow bay,
yet feigning ignorance to threats I receive
Bliss eludes conscious minds so I pretend you’re perfect
and uncover my soul to give you all you need
I’ve learned to observe this world from below,
so used to sinking on my own
For once I feel complete
Things as I see them now, are not as I once believed
Promises she’s...
Your love is so daunting
Depth few could admire and perhaps I am no different
as I drown in those sapphire eyes, full of intrigue
Reluctant to explore this shallow bay,
yet feigning ignorance to threats I receive
Bliss eludes conscious minds so I pretend you’re perfect
and uncover my soul to give you all you need
I’ve learned to observe this world from below,
so used to sinking on my own
For once I feel complete
Things as I see them now, are not as I once believed
Promises she’s...
#love
#dark
#sea
#despair
#metaphor
610 reads
4 Comments
blaberidae
Poem Published
28th Aug 2021 3:55am
28th Aug 2021 3:55am
The Angler
Where did my page go? The shore rumbled. A flurry of camels trotted along the coast. The ivory fabric draping over the heads of distant princes—at least fifteen princes, would you believe it?—cracked like whips. They rode on horses of platinum and marble. My book plummeted. It danced upon the floor of the ship, in rhythm with the bustling party below the Mediterranean Sea.
My page did not matter. I let its wisdom vanish into the burst of colour, the brilliance: the pungent meals, the booming, poignant music. And that did not matter. All of the laws of the universe, as old as time,...
My page did not matter. I let its wisdom vanish into the burst of colour, the brilliance: the pungent meals, the booming, poignant music. And that did not matter. All of the laws of the universe, as old as time,...
#lust
#loneliness
#sea
#storm
#boredom
469 reads
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Cerberus_Moon
melanie
melanie
Poem Published
18th May 2021 5:35am
18th May 2021 5:35am
summer Storms: Prologue
I thought I had everything. I thought I could trust those closest to me. Everything I thought I knew, was wrong. It was just oh so wrong. I had a family who loved me, friends who adored me. I did well in school, kept to myself, worked hard at a job I loved. It was during the summer of my high-school graduation where my life literally turned upside down. I went from being ‘normal’ (or whatever the closest thing to ‘normal’ was) to something else entirely.
My family wasn’t poor; in fact we were well off. Not only were we well off, but we were all close. Something that was uncommon. My...
My family wasn’t poor; in fact we were well off. Not only were we well off, but we were all close. Something that was uncommon. My...
#sea
#fate
#mythology
#witches
#mermaids
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