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Gabrielle Jul 2015
Sometimes I look around me and the only thing I see
is a sea of crowded faces staring back at me
or staring at their feet
or another busy street
and I never stop to think,
"I wonder where they'd be...
if I shared the love of Jesus
if I'd stop just passing by
if I'd make a family of these waves of people
who are just like you and I.
If I stopped what I was doing
and just lent a helping hand
if I helped the sea of faces find a piece of solid land."
I wonder what would happen if instead of seeing strangers
we saw members of our family who are in terrible grave danger
of crashing into rocks of anger
or sinking deep into despair
if they don't find the boat to safety that will take them out of there.
Jesus guides that boat and he helps us all find land,
He see's us as his children instead of grains of sand.
And because he loves us deeply, deeper than the deepest sea,
He drown himself to save us from the life that we might lead.
He jumped out of the boat to make room to let more in
so all people of every nation can be delivered from the depths of sin.
So can we step up to the challenge?
Will we look for more to save?
We could be their only chance to be rescued from a watery grave.
Don't just stand idle and watch people drown.
vivianne Jul 2015
i hate the ocean
the smell of fish
the taste of salt
the harsh winds
i hate the ocean
the waves of my soul
drag me far enough below the surface
i don't need natures help
drowning
not apart of the series
Barrow Jun 2015
I have jumbled up and troubled thoughts that could pierce an ocean. 
Thoughts that swirl inside my cortex like a raging whirlpool, thoughts I cannot escape. 

And the anxiety will bury me, bury me further inside than my vessel ever will. 
So much, in fact, that I can feel my soul attempting to escape from this body... This... Meat sack that never was or ever will become "me."

So tonight, I will hide. I will hide my mind in the sky- full of all the stars and galaxies and will fill my head with thoughts of shinning stars, and things that'll allow me to break free. 

Because you see-

*I just need a little space to breathe.
Dr Zik Jun 2015
Oceans shy to offer
Ink to express your beauty
It is too little
Dr ZIK Poetry
The homeland soil
The roots I'm from
The tree pine veins
The flow thorough
The leaves in green
The starry night lit  
The spiral's dream
The mighty flights
The peaks are high
The clouds in mist
The eagle feathers
The rainbow tears
The cattle's power
The milky way is8
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    Imagined by
Impeccable Space
  Poetic Dreamer
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Julia Aubrey May 2015
I'd like to say we acted like politicians, causing nuclear disasters filled with stares of disapproval, but we weren't.

Oceanographers couldn't complain any longer, I mean we were right by each other and still knew more about the things farthest from us.

To say the least, we were both covered in our own exoskeleton, staying safe from our only safety.

Every moment, every glance spun a web of anything but truth.

(j.a.r)
moss Feb 2015
Silent waves, sparkling sea,
Happiness and plunder,
It all turns to gloom and doom,
As I realize: we're going under.

Overboard! Overboard!
Try and learn to swim!
Sharks and fish,
Make a wish,
As you're slapped by fins.

Crying, praying,
Trying, fraying,
Way to take a chance.
Up 'til now you had no clue,
Life was so precious.

Now it grows dark and dreary,
Farther that you sink.
Until now, you've held your breath,
But you let it go and wonder:
Should I have given up just now,
Or tried a little harder?
06/12/2013
Mel Harcum Apr 2015
I have two bruises on my shoulders
blue as the oceans and marbled white,
storm-foam spilling from my head
and eyes.
That’s not your responsibility--
but what else could it have been
when I knelt silent, scrubbing, palms
red as my sister’s sticky wrists, clorox
wipes balled and piled in the corner?
I am not
steel-skinned, some mechanical being
mistaken for a human with her eyelids
torn from her face, blindless to trauma
and the callouses it leaves behind.
And yet
the oceans on my shoulders blow salt
healing the wounds to smooth, pink scars,
reminders in every mirrored surface:
I am still standing.
Nandini Apr 2015
Sands clutched within palms,
now my oasis.
The Oceans share my destiny
I aspire for the sands to see the Oceans!!!
20/04/2015
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