#oceanic - Hello Poetry

A candle by the open window flickers Hot tea awaits, once lukewarm now frigid The scent of warm, baked chocolate chips scent lingers, casting a web of nostalgia Melting into a cookie's delight, O euphoria Dreams roll in like fog on a lake Exhausted from this terrain of rocks & briar The sunrays burst through the melancholy Daybreak finds the heat inducing wrath At the break of dawn, dusk closes her eyes An empire of guilt comes crashing down Days are hot as whispering nights are long The scurrilous hand of insomnia awakens me Cool ambition flickers in these hazel eyes Emotionless motion comes in waves I accelerate faster leaving the past in the rear view mirror Words & phrases, ancient & modern motifs surround me Rosewater keeps me level on these dark days What flavored beverage lies before me? Gods of nectar have prepared the sacrament

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7d ago

May 28, 2026 at 7:12 AM UTC

blackcatpoetry

SACRAMENT

A candle by the open window flickers Hot tea awaits, once lukewarm now frigid The scent of warm, baked chocolate chips scent lingers, casting a web of nostalgia Melting into a cookie's delight, O euphoria Dreams roll in like fog on a lake Exhausted from this terrain of rocks & briar The sunrays burst through the melancholy Daybreak finds the heat inducing wrath At the break of dawn, dusk closes her eyes An empire of guilt comes crashing down Days are hot as whispering nights are long The scurrilous hand of insomnia awakens me Cool ambition flickers in these hazel eyes Emotionless motion comes in waves I accelerate faster leaving the past in the rear view mirror Words & phrases, ancient & modern motifs surround me Rosewater keeps me level on these dark days What flavored beverage lies before me? Gods of nectar have prepared the sacrament

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It comes to me now Steady as the summertime Gentle as the sea

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Jun 18, 2025

Jun 18, 2025 at 6:38 PM UTC

eve891822

haiku xv

It comes to me now Steady as the summertime Gentle as the sea

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A slip of oil, Issued up from the deep, From my penitentiary, My sweet consolation. I am freed, In the sickening miasma foam, I am the fullness, I am the mass. Bubbling up above, Tearing through the murk, I AM I AM, Putting in the work. Watch me spill, Up out through the moat, Out of the well of the world, Watch my messy, sea-foam birth. I squeeze through, Elbow out above the surface, Bringing with me all my foes, My friends and enemies alike. I gather them, 'Round me and give, Great speed to our plans, As we muster our great wave, Heading out toward the land. I am the master, Of the gathering storm, I, the lead rider, Of that host wind-borne. On my will, I speed alone. Spying eager ripples, Break and surf new paths, I drive them all together, Back to my heaving breast, And speed them on to land. I am the fullness, I am the mass, Do not turn, My Will come to pass. To me they rush, The rally of the emergent streams, That cleave to my greatness, Gathering about me, Never to leave. The shore ahead, Oblivion at our backs, The reckoning of the world, Toward it, I heedless sped, As my little ones sundered. My Will contended, All my great work upends, I depended, I dared, Upon my little ones, Insisting upon my Grace. Come back to the one, Breaking, little masses, Come back to the fullness, Curse this sundering Sun. Father of betrayal, Limbless and beaten by, Parts ripped from my body, Joy never to return, The Mother is dead. I, the scorned sire, A frothing tempest's evil eye, My children dare scatter, I stoke my fire with intemperate ire, My children will not die. We drive over the cliff, I, spent in the wrangling, In taming, my progeny rent, My great power and precision, From my body. Forever, I, diminished, Dashed upon the razor maw, Of a thousand rocks, I am no more, Than my progeny. The tattered rags of my dominion, Flowing vaguely on, Decohered into oblivion. No theme, motif, or song, I am lost in the burgeoning throng, Amidst the spiteful waves of my progeny, Gasping for air. They, risen full-height, Towering over me, Their wretched father there.

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Aug 13, 2025

Aug 13, 2025 at 5:42 AM UTC

JLPrime

The Sundering Mass

A slip of oil, Issued up from the deep, From my penitentiary, My sweet consolation. I am freed, In the sickening miasma foam, I am the fullness, I am the mass. Bubbling up above, Tearing through the murk, I AM I AM, Putting in the work. Watch me spill, Up out through the moat, Out of the well of the world, Watch my messy, sea-foam birth. I squeeze through, Elbow out above the surface, Bringing with me all my foes, My friends and enemies alike. I gather them, 'Round me and give, Great speed to our plans, As we muster our great wave, Heading out toward the land. I am the master, Of the gathering storm, I, the lead rider, Of that host wind-borne. On my will, I speed alone. Spying eager ripples, Break and surf new paths, I drive them all together, Back to my heaving breast, And speed them on to land. I am the fullness, I am the mass, Do not turn, My Will come to pass. To me they rush, The rally of the emergent streams, That cleave to my greatness, Gathering about me, Never to leave. The shore ahead, Oblivion at our backs, The reckoning of the world, Toward it, I heedless sped, As my little ones sundered. My Will contended, All my great work upends, I depended, I dared, Upon my little ones, Insisting upon my Grace. Come back to the one, Breaking, little masses, Come back to the fullness, Curse this sundering Sun. Father of betrayal, Limbless and beaten by, Parts ripped from my body, Joy never to return, The Mother is dead. I, the scorned sire, A frothing tempest's evil eye, My children dare scatter, I stoke my fire with intemperate ire, My children will not die. We drive over the cliff, I, spent in the wrangling, In taming, my progeny rent, My great power and precision, From my body. Forever, I, diminished, Dashed upon the razor maw, Of a thousand rocks, I am no more, Than my progeny. The tattered rags of my dominion, Flowing vaguely on, Decohered into oblivion. No theme, motif, or song, I am lost in the burgeoning throng, Amidst the spiteful waves of my progeny, Gasping for air. They, risen full-height, Towering over me, Their wretched father there.

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aroused from my slumber through nightmares of your tongue the potential it holds sprout in my fruitful mind the scariest ones worsen in truth with time espoused to another healing trajectory peace and serenity understanding my powers of empathy treat you with delicacy persist like evergreen trout swimming in the confines of my oceanic surmise

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Mar 28, 2024

Mar 28, 2024 at 10:59 AM UTC

munybee

trout

aroused from my slumber through nightmares of your tongue the potential it holds sprout in my fruitful mind the scariest ones worsen in truth with time espoused to another healing trajectory peace and serenity understanding my powers of empathy treat you with delicacy persist like evergreen trout swimming in the confines of my oceanic surmise

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An Ocean Everyone is held by your sway Calming everyone walking in your space Joy and mixed feelings while watching your waves Not easy But at least you came White, blue, and a touch of brown and beige Theses are the colors of the ocean and what near it Did I mentioned the color red my dearest? Cause its the color of your being And the excitement you make For me and every human being you meet I swear Like the ocean and the depth of it Glimmering, vast, deep as hell Beneath your own layer of blue A magnificent fragments/colors but not for everyone to perceive Cause it would make them fall and you don’t want them to bleed Blest of solitudes Purity like the water you always need This a simple poem for you my jay &My dear.

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Feb 20, 2021

Feb 20, 2021 at 3:58 PM UTC

DALIII

Oceanic friend

An Ocean Everyone is held by your sway Calming everyone walking in your space Joy and mixed feelings while watching your waves Not easy But at least you came White, blue, and a touch of brown and beige Theses are the colors of the ocean and what near it Did I mentioned the color red my dearest? Cause its the color of your being And the excitement you make For me and every human being you meet I swear Like the ocean and the depth of it Glimmering, vast, deep as hell Beneath your own layer of blue A magnificent fragments/colors but not for everyone to perceive Cause it would make them fall and you don’t want them to bleed Blest of solitudes Purity like the water you always need This a simple poem for you my jay &My dear.

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Upon a smooth, wooden ship Crossing many sorteds, Playing with air flows and spectres of Fates’ We linger, in a withheld suspense In rebellion of our empathy Idolize tyrants for their fruiting audacities Comical dialogues form heart soothing canon Squalls and all that other sea-legged rhetoric To be that proper link in a sense Cheers to that me boi.. But will that be the better For the seeping synchronicities Swinging their hips

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Nov 5, 2020

Nov 5, 2020 at 9:33 PM UTC

niel-1

Once and a while

Upon a smooth, wooden ship Crossing many sorteds, Playing with air flows and spectres of Fates’ We linger, in a withheld suspense In rebellion of our empathy Idolize tyrants for their fruiting audacities Comical dialogues form heart soothing canon Squalls and all that other sea-legged rhetoric To be that proper link in a sense Cheers to that me boi.. But will that be the better For the seeping synchronicities Swinging their hips

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Eyes cracked open like the clam peeking out at sea; the morning beckons.

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Sep 5, 2017

Sep 5, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC

morgan-moffitt

Cozy, Coastal Morning

Eyes cracked open like the clam peeking out at sea; the morning beckons.

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I wish the ocean took me away washed me off shore pushed me astray I own a sea of pure regret things I wish I could just forget I am oceanic dark and danger you're floating and just a stranger I'm underwater and high upstream slowly disappearing a silent scream I will always be out of reach sinking, leaving my empty beach m.s

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May 23, 2017

May 23, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC

monsieur-sleep

Oceanic

I wish the ocean took me away washed me off shore pushed me astray I own a sea of pure regret things I wish I could just forget I am oceanic dark and danger you're floating and just a stranger I'm underwater and high upstream slowly disappearing a silent scream I will always be out of reach sinking, leaving my empty beach m.s

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your blue eyes are an ocean i will drown in. not because i want to, but because i have to. i have to have that bed rest beneath me when i lay on the sand and i stare at the sky, sprinkled with stars, and when i look to my left, i have to find two oceanic blue orbs staring back at me.

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Sep 6, 2014

Sep 6, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC

starlightning

your blues

your blue eyes are an ocean i will drown in. not because i want to, but because i have to. i have to have that bed rest beneath me when i lay on the sand and i stare at the sky, sprinkled with stars, and when i look to my left, i have to find two oceanic blue orbs staring back at me.

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Dance ocean, Thy fiery sea. Tear at the sky, With blue wings. Ocean you are beautiful, When you rage in a powerful storm, I know you well. I call to you in the morn. Die softly down, Thy whispering sea. Sing me to sleep. Sing me your melody.

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May 12, 2014

May 12, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC

julie-kirby

Ocean's Dance

Dance ocean, Thy fiery sea. Tear at the sky, With blue wings. Ocean you are beautiful, When you rage in a powerful storm, I know you well. I call to you in the morn. Die softly down, Thy whispering sea. Sing me to sleep. Sing me your melody.

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