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A wonderful blue, strong and bold.
A marvelous place, with much to see.
Our delightful oceans, and our sea.

A marvelous world where so many lurk,
Where we sharks, crustaceans, and octopi work.
We live free, oh so carefree.

The oceans hold strength, power, and control.
Without them, our lives would surely fall.
We must thrive with mouths held high.

Unlike humans, who take far more than they need,
We shan’t be corrupted by such greed.
They **** our oceans.
They **** each other.
We mustn't give in to the evil above.

We speak for the dead.
Whose souls have turned to dust,
With only skins left behind.

Which all life will become, if we **** our great oceans.
For if we **** them, we **** our Earth too.
All creatures, all life,
Goes with her too.

Such is the future, unless our oceans are saved,
From the greedy.
Who are causing destruction.
That they themselves can never escape.
For an assignment, a while ago.
M Harris Mar 2017
Photochromatic Sanity & Fluorescent Visions,
Metallic Vanity Initiating Phosphorescent Collisions,

Luminescent Effervescence In Her Iridescent Constants,
Convalescent Spells Of Her Tumescent Transplants,

Auroral Apertures & Acronycal Fractals,
Floral Kisses Of Her Quintessential Portals,

Velvet Transitions & Twilight Transmissions,
Reverberating Vocal Inhibitions Of Her Satellite Renditions,

Razor Rivers & Rogue Delights,
Shining Laser Echoes On Vogue Nights,

Molecular Suicides In Abysmal Desires,
Drowning In Atomic Oceans Of Her Ethereal Reprisals,

Static Pulses Of Her Prurient Delights,
Amorous Impulses With Hymens Of The Night,

Shaded Whispers & Livid Overtunes,
Serenaded Ceilings In Her Vivid Offtunes.

Condensed Rainbows Over Her Silk Citadels,
Slithering With Oblivious Love Of His Ghostline Vessels.

Extinct Hemispheres Of Her Tender Tracings,
Broadcasting Distinct Light-Years In Spiritual Casings.

- 03:50 AM -
Nox Feb 2017
You would hate me if I were like you,

making scars deeper than oceans.

Treating me like I never knew,

with no regard of my emotions.
ㅡjatm Jan 2017
The moon is sitting
hauntingly beautiful
on her window
lovely wisps of pink scattered sky
glancing at her behind the trees
she imagines your hands
on her night skin
and she wants to write poetry
on your palm
she wants to write anything
about the oceans and the stars
and she wants it all
to mean something.

And tonight
she misses you so bad.
xerez bridglall Dec 2016
Long before the winds carried our metal wings across oceans,
They took feathered dreams to safety.
The oceans cradled generations in warm tides to family reunions,
Off coasts we have yet to discover.
Now it watches as our shores push them away in favor of high rises that bring us no closer to God or the heavens we hope to belong within.
Before the world existed to serve the greedy,
It gave in abundance.
We have made it weary,
Bending like a tired willow against the pressure of our gasping breath.
m i a Dec 2016
even if you were to fill my heart
with every star
that shines across the universe,
even if you were to fill my heart
with endless amount of tears, and scars,
even you were to fill my heart
with oceans and oceans colored in blue
,
none of these things would ever replace you my love. for i will still be empty without you.
NARMONSEA Dec 2016
Let us be like the oceans that travel the world;
Borderless like the sea,
Vast in knowledge and mystery,
Through the waves that crash towards one another.

Let us be azure, gleaming with the light
In the sky, where Mother envelops us
The Earth our bed,
Amidst the stars we shine.
Sydney Ann Nov 2016
I am the painting, but if he thinks he has all the brushes he is mistaken
I feel him shifting
Paint strokes drifting
little does he know
but I'll never dare tell him I am letting go.
I prepare myself for what drifts on the horizon
The salty wind                 blowing                 through blue skies, and
and god,
I feel ourselves sliding so askew
Here I go, painting myself anew.
Marco Jimenez Mar 2013
flying like the wind but ever calm
sun warming me as I reach out my palm
a blanket of warmth like no other
similar to that of a loving mother
soaring among the oceans in the sky
a feeling that brings a tear to my eye
such beauty in silence I’ve never heard
i dare not speak a single word
a dream it would seem has come to life
as ever real as skin to knife
as present as the beat of a lifted heart
never swaying or straying too far
not afraid to fall and die
a feeling as immortal as the oceans in the sky
I wrote this a few years ago. their are just some things, some places, and some people that make us all feel like the greatest, strongest and happiest person in the world.
East Wind Oct 2016
Body of water
you love the way it moves
feel it grow stronger
as the sun sets
Dark skies and bright moon
invite you to rest
but you feel alive
as the world sleeps

Waves crashing into rocks
making a roaring sound
captured in slow motion
deep within your mind
Dark skies and the blue moon
invite you to gaze
at the stars up above
until your troubles fade
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