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People are enamored at the calm, tranquility of the sea as they said, as it depicts only how gentle it is, cascading through shores. We have hated its chaotic depths and crashing waves as the dark skies looms above, those waves were the beat of my heart in a gold locket— it must love the catastrophe to be kind.
Mishika 2d
I swim with fate
Across my sea of stars.
In it I’m never late,
For the sea is only mine.

I gave my stars
To the empty seas
And I never fear
For my sea is only mine and mine.

And when my sea
Was stripped of its stars,
The light went out not once,
For my fate still swims with me.
This ship is sinking.
Your sea, violent.
Lightening 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.
KarmaPolice Feb 10
I break the surface  
As the water recedes,  
I'm no longer fighting,  
Washed up in the weeds.  

I search for the voice  
That guides my return,  
Breaking the sand  
Where the tide has turned.  

I crawl like the waves,  
Retreating, then strong—  
I stand on two feet,  
Though the journey is long.  

I walk for the hills,  
The sun escapes me,  
The night draws in,  
Moon lights the quay.  

I see you waiting  
On the pier alone,  
You never gave up,  
Guiding me home.  

The pain in my heart  
Washed out at sea—  
A burden released,  
As you comfort me.

By Darren Wall ©
The final revised part.
KarmaPolice Feb 10
A moment of solace  
Destroyed by the sea,  
It's pulling me under,  
I cannot break free.  

I cling to the boat,  
My grip starts to fade—  
The storm rages louder,  
It’s time to be brave.  

A torrent of water,  
Crushing my chest,  
Pinning my body,  
Stricken of breath.  

My mind is a storm,  
Fear pulls me deep—  
I watch as the shadows  
Swallow my sleep.  

I hear my name  
As you call for me,  
You settle the noise,  
The storms and the sea.  

All light disappears,  
My vision is blurred—  
A violent squall  
Is all that’s heard.  

Then—a faint whisper,  
A break in the roar,  
Your voice finds me  
As I reach for the shore.  

By Darren Wall ©
The third part, Revised.
Vianne Lior Feb 10
The waves hit harder,
the closer you get—
I learned the sea doesn’t care about your longing;
it will take without warning,
pulling you under,
because you thought you could stay dry
and you may drown,
or you may rise,
but either way,
you’ll never return the same.
KarmaPolice Feb 10
The distance between us  
Stretches, vast and dark,  
A storm of broken senses  
That tears me apart.  

Out here, I wrestle  
With nature’s cruel game—  
Waves whip and lash me,  
Salt brands me with shame.  

Mountains of water,  
Crash, freezing my skin,  
I’m anchored to the seabed,  
Crushed with guilt, and sin.  

Fear is my existence,  
Hope feels far from home.  
Encircled by water,  
I’m fighting alone.  

Memories surge,  
A flickering reel,  
Each one a wave  
I can no longer feel.  

Numb to the light,  
And the glorious view,  
A break in the storm—  
Leads me to you.

By Darren Wall ©
Part two of my revised anthology.
Vianne Lior Feb 10
Emotions like the sea,
Ebb and flow, rising, falling,
Within the abyss of my being.
Sometimes calm, sometimes a storm,
Yet always a part of me—
A tempest in the quiet,
In constant, ever-changing motion.
KarmaPolice Feb 8
I'm drifting out to sea,  
Where the storms brew,  
At peace with the thunder,  
Entranced by the view.  

The lightning leads,  
As my eyes fixate—  
The violent storm  
Communicates.  

I can't hear your cries,  
I can't feel your pain,  
Blind to your attempts  
To save me again.  

The sea crashes,  
I’m dragged from the shore,  
Trapped and alone—  
To fight this harsh war.  

I'm lost in the storm  
That silences your plea.  
Don’t cry for me now…  
This fight is in me.  

By Darren Wall ©
Im not keen on my original poem. I've made changes in order to help it flow better.
raerion Feb 8
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.
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