#ocean poems on Hello Poetry

Tsuki no ume 1d

Walking On the shores of you ,
On the dark and deep hues of blue
Ever so gentle like a summer breeze,
Ever so cold like a winter's sleep
You're like death on a killing spree,
How could i  set you free
The tips of my fingers running through you,
Every tide ,every wave,
I see through you
Caressing  the weak soul of me
It felt as if you really saw me,
Crying as my tears become you
Washing the deepest wounds of me,
If i were to drown in you,
If i could be a part of you
would i be a fish or would i be a whale,
Youll be the one i inhale
My breathe ,my life,
Is yours to claim,
But When i look into you
I see my world is only you
Its cool its calm
Its dark and deep ,
But it never ever scares me
I wish to drown not to float ,
I dont need a rescue- boat
I wish to live under you
If i could be the depth of you,
Would you still accept me,
As the godess of water and the sea
When i dance on the tides of you,
Singing my ballads just for you
Would you then think of me,
Would you wish to follow me
I am a hollow but an empty soul,
And You are the only thing i need;
But i am not the one with purest deeds,
Wont you still not tell me
The one you really are truly ,
Let us make a promise shall we,
To sink ,to drown to the depths of you,
My water ,my tide ,
MY OCEAN  is you .
          __tsuki no ume~

#life #ocean #thalassophile #thought #depth

Pretty Sunflower 4d

Ocean s€x

I swam up to meet you
Over sand and shell
Kissed your salted lips
Fresh and alive
Buoyant
Sun-ripe *******
Soft as ocean crests
Enlivened eyes
Bodies pressed
Mast against Hull
Ramming
Rising with the swell
Hoisted close
Your half-buried bow
Port over starboard
Flooding the deck
Swaying
Side to side
Thrusting and thrashing
Salt tasted sweet
Entwined in our motion
Indiscreet
Swirling and splashing
Tumbling on the wash
Bringing to port
Anchored
Between bruised legs
Moist in wetness
Blustered by breeze
Tossed and tousled
Cargo spilled
Current spins us
Our feet scraping
On sharp stones
Bodies so fragile
The sun could sink them
If your eyes are not blue
Let the ocean drink them

#ocean #sea #water

yıldız Jun 26

Ocean

Like the mighty ocean, vast and deep,
Your strength awakens from a restless sleep.
Waves of hope crash upon the shore,
Healing tides will come once more.

Storms may pass, the waters clear,
A new horizon drawing near.
With every swell, your spirit grows,
Guided by the ocean's gentle flows

#ocean #flows #strength #spirit #illness

ProfMoonCake Jun 25

33

Look at you now.
You are a big man.

Throw your sorrows—
watch them drown in Mumbai’s rains.

You are enough for me.
I need you to know.

Yes, it will be a small house,
but it will be ours.

Choose me.
For once in your life,
realize the depth of my commitment—
it’s as deep as the ocean we sat by.

I don’t want you to close your eyes.
There is a lot to see:
the clouds,
the sun,
the moon,
and the stars that hold my every thought.

It’s clear now.
I did my best,
wrote a letter,
and watched it burn.

You are thirty-three now.
You’ve got this.

#hope #beginning #marriage #love #rains #ocean #mumbai

Jesse Day Higgins Jun 25

Sea of Nothing, Ocean of Everything

I don't
feel anything
at all,
but I feel
it all
at once.
The brokenness,
the misery,
the weariness,
and the shame
are like
being
drenched in silt,
caked in filth,
covered with
life's crud.
I reek
of the living river—
its currents
have carried me
into a sea
of everything.
Now,
I find myself
adrift
in an ocean
of everything
and nothing.

For when you're drowning in everything and still feel nothing. A piece about emotional overload, numbness, and the silent weight of it all.

#existential #numbness #overwhelm #darkness #emotions #lost #identity #ocean #river #introspection

Matt Jun 23

The Skeleton

A man sits alone,
the waves crashing
against his only support;
a 4 legged stool,
built solely to hold his skeleton-
but never built to bear the rest

the weight of his skin,
with every crash of the waves,
grew incrementally heavier,
until, the man, although supported by his stool
felt himself drowning
dragged by the water
into depths too dark to see the light above,

too weak to fight for the light above the ocean’s surface

A moment of calm
silence
still
he
i
alone
felt the waves
growing again ready to throw me back to despair

my 4 legged stool;
the only structure still holding me up
refused to let me drown
no matter how much i pleadingly screamed for the end
no matter how much i tried to give up
tried to drown
tried to escape

alone with the ocean
i find the value in the stool
she who keeps me afloat,
he who throws a buoy,
or teaches me to float

it is the stool with 4 legs that keeps us fighting against the ocean
so why is it that we tend to only think about our own 2?

This was an exercise in spontaneous poetry in which I was given a random image by one of my friends and I wrote a poem around it. Here is the photo if you are curious: https://images.nightcafe.studio/jobs/7rLr84A2q89twxUCQKQA/7rLr84A2q89twxUCQKQA--1--uxxgw.jpg

#poem #poetry #young #teenpoet #poet #skeleton #stool #ocean #depression #weakness

Jessica Jun 22

The Ocean

Our selves float and drift on

an ocean of memory,
lives that come before us

In the absolute language between
the poem on your lips and
the blue of the wave
you are the music of silence
only echo of infinity
the unlikely root of words

#ocean #self #lives #memory #language #infinity

mysterie Jun 21

drown

you were always
something oceanic --
pulling,
never touching,
loud
but somehow
without sound.

i had never learnt
how to swim,
but i waded into you
like i wouldn’t drown.
even though i couldn't swim.
i waded anyway,
like softness
could save me.

you had looked at me
like a wave
right before it breaks --
beautiful
confident
but too full
of something
it cannot hold.

i should’ve known.
even low tides leave salt.
even still,
quiet, gentle water
it pulls you under
if you stay too long.
especially if you stay too long.

but gosh,
you were just so --
blue.
and i was so incredibly
willing,
to just let you in
to let myself drown,
slowly losing myself.

i have two draft ideas with no motivation to finish them.
date wrote: 22/6/25

#ocean #drown #metaphor #betrayal #trust

kortu valentine Jun 16

unprotected.

I fall in love, like it’s a dare.
No helmet, no warning,
like being in the middle of nowhere,
when it starts pouring.

My hollow heart, unprotected,
waits to be washed away
with echoes of the silence,
that grow too heavy, until they strain.

The flood begins within,
soaking through skin, through veins,
tainted by you, to my core,
with a weight I was never built to bear.
The water rises, inch by inch,
but I don’t gasp.
I’m prepared.

I drown quietly, without struggle,
as if this ache has earned its place.
The tide carves out my ruins,
leaving nothing, but empty space.

And maybe that’s the mercy —
not the saving, but the cease.
When the water stills inside me,
there’s a moment of release.

June 16th, 2025

#unrequited #love #heartbreak #breakup #water #rain #sea #ocean #tears