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Our arms flail as we flounder about
In our lakes impossible tide
A water of unforgotten days
That we couldn't escape if we tried
Some people's are small others wide

We do our best to escape
Pulling ourselves to the sandy beach
Resting from its power,
Pulling us in, never free of its reach
To it we aren't worth a screech

As we grow our lakes do too
Filling with waters good and bad
Powerful waves and calming seas
Old emotions happy or sad
As we grow to man from lad
Please comment I would be happy to hear what interpretations you have of my poems
Stages and Ages Nov 2014
What are real friends anyway
When everyone’s gone
At the first sight
Of the tide rolling out
Stages and Ages Nov 2014
Your words tuck me into bed
Like a child’s lullaby.
But the ocean waves crash into me
As soon as I close my eyes.
There’s a storm here
In my head
As soon as the lights go out.
The tide goes high
And I’m lost out at sea once again.
The bloom of beauty
and the sweetness of a kiss.

Dreams that glide
ebb and flow with the tide.

Slumbering clouds
the glimmer of a dawning sky.
DaSH the Hopeful Sep 2014
Turning the tide above my bed
Thoughts of you slosh around inside my head

    I smile and you smile
Looking at the future
And the way we come together
   Sewing the past up like a suture
Bandaids and burn scars could never stop our motion
     Not while these thoughts of you in my head, girl, are steady as an ocean
    We sway this way and that on the waves of our songs
        And though others call us different, we know we're not wrong
   How could we be?
         When we feel so right in each other's arms
           You're the tide in my head Renmar
      Protecting me from harm*




*I hope I never wash ashore
André Morrison Aug 2014
Let The Sun Be My Guide
Please Come Along For The Ride

Let The Moon Be Where I Hide
Forever Altering Fates Tide

Let The Earth Become My Soul
Progressively Growing Like My Role

Let The Stars Be My Goal
The Milky Way Being My Dream As A Whole
firexscape Aug 2014
But after all
The tide still shifts
Sunflowers still grow lovely
They all still talk
Seeing people and going places
They still know how to love
But their love is no longer mine
After all
Who cares about the ghost of a girl
That's been riding the train day and night
Yet all they see is an empty seat
Tonight
You may still catch me
Or there'll be nothing left
Of me buried
Soaked in brine
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