#ocean poems on Hello Poetry

Zywa Feb 18

Everything changes.

However, the ocean is --

still the ocean.

Composition "Niet de Zon" ("Not the Sun", 2022; poem, music and arrangement by Izak de Dreu), performed on November 30th, 2024 in the Organpark by Kristia Michael and Amarante Nat (voices), Yiannis Bontis and Juan Cancer Navarro (sackbuts [trombones]), and Francesca Ajossa (harpsichord)

Collection "org anp ARK" #48

#ocean #change

Abbott J Hardison Feb 16

Fantasies

I'd like to take you to the beach in Marblehead,
When the summer nights are warm.
Take you out to dinner,
Show you the riches of my homeland.
Then I'll hold your hand, walk you to the sands,
Where we can be hidden from the world,
Hidden enough to dance amongst the waves.
Spinning, dipping, gliding across the grains,
Hands on your skin, lips on your own.
When we tire we can retire,
Down on a blanket, I'll cradle you,
We can watch the stars fly by.
Maybe I'll get to watch you,
Dance another groove.

My hearts always open bb don't worry.

#love #dreams #ocean #boston #waves #dancing #skin #sand #dinner #night

Tristan Corey Feb 14

Watching you Watching The Sunset

You walk backwards from the setting sun,
barefoot in the fading gold,
watching light dissolve to dusk,
no secrets left untold.

The evening wind plays with your hair,
soft as whispers never said.
I watch you moving through the light,
with every step I too tread.

The golden glow clings to your skin,
paints you in its embered hue,
a fleeting masterpiece of fire,
Your beauty bathed in red-shifting blue.

I love you in this quiet hour,
when day and night stand hand in hand.
As you walk backwards from the light,
And I watch you from where I stand.

#love #sunset #beach #sun #ocean #walks

Sean Briere Feb 12

Leviathan

This ship is sinking.
Your sea, violent.
Lightning flashes through my mind.
There are so many words I have for you.
They try to make their way past my lips, but they are krill trapped in a baleen maw.
Instead they take a pill, fall asleep inside my head.
These watery words rise above me.
They travel down my throat and into my lungs.
I thought I took enough air before I went under.
How wrong I was.
Calm.Quiet.Ocean.
Deafening.
I'm wriggling now.
My eyes frantically searching.
The abyss stares back.
There’s a weight in my chest.
Blue.Green.Silver.
An anchor pins me to your ocean floor.
Waves have swallowed me whole.
Jetsam tumbling through like driftwood on high seas.
I set my eyes on two green jewels glittering bewitchingly.
I'm locked on them.
Two lighthouses guiding me through this storm.
I should swim away from them.
Instead they draw me near, beckoning to me.
I dive down.
I am under their thrall.
I swim hard, I swim fast.
My chest compresses.
I’m out of breath.
My body thrashes and then surrenders.
I never had a chance.
Tiny bubbles make their way upward like small galaxies holding the last of me.

#abuse #sea #ocean #water

James Ronald Moon III Feb 11

The voyage

"Existence is an ocean."

The body is a vessel, this life is a sea.

God brings the winds that fill its sails,

But it's captain is only me.

Other ships may come and fire against us

My crew may plot a mutiny,

If succeed they do, and if I lose

My ship goes down with me.

No one else will tell me how,

Or why, or what, or when.

Till the sea swallows us up,

And it's waters birth us anew.

Till I say good bye, the final time,

And sail those seas again.

I wrote this in 2015, it is one of my first poems. Here is the foreword.

We as human beings are in control of our minds and especially our destination on the voyage of existence. They can fire cannons against you, strip away your flesh, break you down, but nobody can take away who you are(your souls identity, your consciousness) because that is beyond the physical world and their reach. You cannot measure or catalog someones thoughts, you can measure the electrical activity of the brain itself, but you cant measure the content of what the electrical activity is producing. So I believe when we are swallowed up by the end of what we think is existing, the universe(ocean) absorbs our conscious existence back into itself and recycles that energy(our souls) back out again

#existence #ocean #voyage #life

Abbott J Hardison Feb 10

There's Something In The Ocean

There's a beauty in the ocean,
Like nothing else.
A deep feeling,
An echoing dark.
There's a feeling of foundation,
Like the marble columns of old.
A strength within the storm,
An arm refusing to strike back.

To the average person the ocean is nothing more than pretty water.
Yet to the very few, it's a home where one was lacked.

#ocean #water #waves #old #history #strength #beauty #feeling

Vianne Lior Feb 10

Salted Silence

She was a girl with oceans inside her,
waves made of dreams too fragile to hold.
But the world is indifferent —
it pulls, it drowns, it takes,
leaving salt in the wounds it never cared to see.
Her tides fought back,
rising, crashing,
begging to be enough,
until exhaustion felt like peace.
Now she floats,
not sinking,
not swimming,
just there.

#ocean #dreams #waves #peace #silence #reflection #emotion

Immortality Feb 10

When Sunset Meets Ocean

Sunset kisses,
the ocean’s skin.
Orange light cradles,
in the waves' arms.
And the sky’s darkness,
finds a home,
in the ocean's heart.

Wish to see it someday, in reality....

#sunset #ocean #waves #peace #calm #sun #orange #light #darkness #serenity

raerion Feb 8

sea conch sighed

under the cloudy mesmerizing skies,
reflecting vast ocean,
far away from it,
on a mountain cliff,
somehow a sea conch found itself.

At some point in time,
it was one within the ocean,
but it no longer matters how they surrounded one another,
the rush, the caress, the spill
the push aside from the brine on the shore;
kids walking along there found it and started playing with it;
one threw it so far and hard that,
the pitiful conch ended up on the mountain cliffside
and now it sits far away but look!
cruelty of fate,
now it cannot turn itself away but watch and reminisce;
as long as it exists.

the sea conch recalled --- when dawn breakthrough;
it was a sight to behold, light as small as dust spectacle;
turning into fiery engulfing then all-consuming but
becoming serene ---- oh so so blue!
reflecting it remembered--- when dusk arrived, tiptoeing
mischievously sometimes purple, orange, green,
a mix of those all and colors it could hardly gauge.

The midnight scene was a secret,
it chose to keep it to itself, never to be revealed.

the push of the waves and the pull of it
under shimmering skies;
the sea conch along with cliff grew old
and a very long time had passed
only for it to realize
that sea conch had been in love with the ocean for a very long time.

#sea #conch #ocean #reminiscent #love #recalling

bennie Feb 7

you, in between the ocean waves

The sound of our laughter is drowned out by the waves at the beach.
There is sea foam lapping at my feet.
Your socks are dry.
It takes some convincing, but I eventually get you to join me in the salt water, your socks discarded in some nearby crevice between two rocks.
The air feels prickly as you stare me down, with something indecipherable in your expression.
Oh, look.
The sun is setting.
When we kiss, I don’t think about how this could be the last time. The sky turns into a hazy hue of lavender, and mist settles over the ocean currents.
You dive headfirst, clothed and everything (except for your socks). I trust you blindly and feel myself dropping backward in slow motion.
All of a sudden there’s a splash in my ears, and my eyes are stinging from the water and the salt feels bitter on my lips.
You meet me halfway, underwater, and pull me up with the strength of a lover.
I remember this well: I’m clinging onto you for dear life, gripping onto wet cotton draped over your shirt, and my legs wrapped around your waist like some kind of parasite.
Later when dusk has come and gone, and all that’s left is us with wet hair at the dock, I’ll ask you the question that ****** us.

#ocean #heartbreak #romance #grief #happiness #romantic #love