#oceans
the power of creating the Cosmos
a power in all creation
an interpretation of love called 'poetry'
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 4:26 AM UTC
to give away
and give again
emptying the ocean
to be refilled
creatures created
crawling on land
a whole new dimension
Heaven bound.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 6:49 AM UTC
Bewitched by the sea,
in every crash of waves she sings
a thousand watery souls forever lost to land,
floating blossoms, soothed and rocked
by the ocean's rough yet gentle hand
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 5:17 AM UTC
The paper sits blank,
But the heart feels an ache!
The pencil begins to flow,
Over the paper of snow.
The words wrote in tears,
And looks like a mirror.
Reflecting deep blue oceans!
Reflecting the writers emotions.
No one to understand!
No one able to withstand,
The words wrote today.
That affects people every way.
Nov 25, 2025
Nov 25, 2025 at 5:08 PM UTC
I love all your oceans
the shallow ripples
the furious storms
the current drawn depths
the sun painted breaths
I love all your oceans
the dappled ridges
the soft ebbs
the tsunami winds
I love all your oceans
You are beautiful
In your vastness
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 4:04 PM UTC
Wet in Algarve, we tumbled down into Agucadour,
where we go to escape judging eyes, knowing eyes,
to elope in a temple beneath the water.
Once there, inside the Atlantic palace,
pacified by salsifies, we stepped
in unison — toes first for you and heels first for me —
legs moving in sync, passing gates and columns
guarded by a Neptune with two tritons.
I saw marbled ash and sea-vein’d floors,
samphire growing along the walls from each corner
of this submerged hidden home. There
we were hidden away from the thunderous drums of storms,
away from the sun’s reaching hands.
There we sat on a throne — knuckles white from squeezing
the golden armrests, bodies rolling like the currents,
guppies and shrimps float around us, sea life attracted
to the magical swell of our land-like gravity.
You nestled your face in anemones bound to my ribs—
you tried to cup the large jugs of seawater
sagging from my chest — an oceanic shroud distorting
your sight — clumsy movements, tripping under the sea.
We move together like fish in lateral undulation
to our made bed — the open mouth of an oyster —
laying like salsifies as crinoids take refuge on our
wrinkled flesh — sloshing along with the tide
as the Atlantic embraced us, lulled to our end.
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 12:39 PM UTC
Just look at the Trees,
Hear the buzzing of the bee's
As the birds are flying,
in the Cool, day breeze,
Feeling good and at ease,
Pollen will make you sneeze,
with No Stress or worries,
Fresh air so just breathe.
Nature's Finest of
the mountains so high,
Standing tall as if
to reach the sky,
Just walk along
the water stream,
as the water is moving
as if to a dream,
Look around at all the green,
God Creation, Is such
a beautiful scene,
The skies are blue,
The Sun is warm,
A perfect temp
Who could as for more
This is what you get
In the great outdoors
He made the Oceans
the Lands and the seas,
Animals of all kinds, and
you and me
Nature's Finest
Oh, can't you just see,
a place of
Calmness and Serenity!!!
B.R.
Date: 8/24/2025
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 11:15 PM UTC
A grain of sand on the ocean floor
Loved by the ocean’s embrace
I am.
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 6:28 PM UTC
The ripple effects of
the water is calm,
baby waves moving
along the shoreline,
Poems, Lyrics, Sonnets, and
haikus of all kinds,
the crashing of currents
of powerful Tides.
Words to inspire, to
motivate, and to encourage,
Conquer these dark seas,
and build up some courage,
you are above the water,
don't let it bring to you discourage.
Words can express and
bring to you hope
When you are tired and
weary, and when you have to cope
These murky sea waters
may be your downfall,
A helping hand needed or
for someone to call,
just be assured
CHRIST IS THE ANSWER,
TO IT ALL!!!!
B.R.
Date: 10/3/2024
Oct 3, 2024
Oct 3, 2024 at 6:56 PM UTC
And I cried oceans
And I stood in your emotions
I think halfway through
I lost the notion;
Of what love is
As I felt the breeze
Of cold air and tulips
I paced through your mist.
And you're so empty
Don't love me gently
Leave me behind
Assume I'm blind.
Perfect doesn't exist,
I clenched my fist.
Prayed for God's call,
I know if I fall,
I gave it my all.
Sep 17, 2024
Sep 17, 2024 at 1:20 PM UTC
The wave of the Oceans
as they crash into the rocks
With a powerful driven force
near the Ocean sea docks
The waves driving force that is
Driven by strong winds and
The Water waves rolling in and
out to sea again
As you sit or even stand
along the shoreline to explore,
discovering seaweed, starfish and seashells, along the wet sandy shores
On the beach you see a crab
as it crawls along the sand,
as you begin to enjoy the
shoreline while holding
sand in your hands
The Clashing tides of the high seas
are Traveling fast at top speed
as to a strong tsunami
Slowly rising up to your knees
A wonderful feeling to go
and explore the Oceans so deep
Along the shoreline to explore
The Oceans deepest peak
B.R.
Date: 1/14/2024
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 9:48 PM UTC
They say grief comes in waves
varying in size and intensity;
some start small, moving silently,
might seem harmless but engulf
me within no time and I
was never taught how to swim.
Thrashing and flailing in the water
I find it difficult to breathe.
The seas of sadness pull me far
into their abyss where there is no
light or hope to get out of the misery;
sometimes even that feels enticing and comforting.
On other days these waves come
roaring loud in the ears, threatening
to steal my ground away from me, often
I brave to surf over them with the
help of distractions and they
recede, scheming to gulp me down later.
Wonder how I end up on these shores every time
while on a train or on my bed, in a
classroom or in a conference hall, amongst
the crowded streets and when alone,
memories of yesterday strewn like sea shells
lead me to the waters and I can always hear their elegies.
And when the moon shines its brightest
on them, you get to see the scene of tranquillity
but deep inside my heart there is
a storm brewing slowly that takes
various names every season, maybe there is
one named after you too, who knows.
Do you want to come with me down
to the ocean of tears? We could let
those waves kiss our feet while we watch
the sunset together, I will tell you
all my stories and you could share yours too.
I hope you know how to swim.
Sep 27, 2023
Sep 27, 2023 at 4:48 PM UTC
I never saw the scarp begin
Nor the haunted planes of gold;
Forlorn, I watched the waves move in—
How their snow-laden peaks enfold!
And without the call of tri-formed reefs—
Echoing mosaic-to-mosaic shore—
I would not have seen the heart therein,
Nor the light henceforth bestowed.
May 5, 2023
May 5, 2023 at 2:13 PM UTC
I rarely cry
really, almost never
I can count on one hand
the last five
traumatic
years
it takes significant stimulus
inputs
third party perspectives and
alcohol
but eventually
it happens
like a dream
sweet, sweet relief
waterfalls of relief
it’s just
then
I can’t
stop
Mar 12, 2023
Mar 12, 2023 at 9:03 PM UTC
To sit with myself and the mayhem that lies within,
listening to the inner voice that was silenced by ridicule and speculation,
to understand the longing hidden in the whispers of my mind's scape,
I choose peace,
for the stagnant waters that once frighten me welcome my decision wholeheartedly,
I am not afraid anymore,
drawing boundaries and barriers to my spirit,
dimming my outer appeal and channeling my intuition inward,
I choose peace.
Jan 7, 2023
Jan 7, 2023 at 4:10 PM UTC
Fireflies float in lightless rooms,
Spelling out words with fluid constellations
And my heart still tender from afternoon
Drugged up and fussed with the want of rain
Interprets these flecks of dancing
as love letters to pain
I think of dreaming and I think of you
Somewhere basking in summer rain
While I fall for foolish stories
written on the windows of a midnight train
These conversations that go nowhere
heavily soaked in honey stick to my tongue
These whisperings float in pools of ink
Like the daunting midnight sea,
But i'm too far gone into this dream state
Yet ready to drown, before I can hesitate,
In this ocean that you call home
May 27, 2022
May 27, 2022 at 5:53 PM UTC
i dream of oceans and half moons;
lips against my ear, whispering empty promises;
hidden power dripping between the scars;
forever tattooed on my body;
in the end, i sigh as i finally, finally fully bloom;
no longer a mystery.
Apr 6, 2022
Apr 6, 2022 at 7:26 AM UTC
Kiss me
Touch me
Love me
Make me come
Into your view
Swimming
Floating
Gasping
Crying
Delicious scarlet hues
Lets make promises
we won't keep
Smothered together
tangled in sheets
Paint upon my body
a canvas
decorated with tears
Fiery Red
Chilling Blue
A piece of me
silence from you
Mar 18, 2022
Mar 18, 2022 at 7:43 PM UTC
Sometimes, tides behind teeth get stuck
as if the moon, distracted,
looses its inexorable pull
then all the weight of water
sits stagnant
while each pescatarian thought
from the zipping, inconsequential minnow
to the ponderous whale bulk
sulks, sick and stuck
If you see these green gills,
or the overspill in the eyes of those
you know
maybe sit awhile, harbour side
and cast a line or two
Mar 18, 2022
Mar 18, 2022 at 3:24 AM UTC
just to spite you
i hope the angels
rain down on you
all the joy and love
one could possibly take
in this life
enough is never enough
for you
deserve the world
ten times over
if all the oceans
transform into pure
bliss and
emptied themselves
on your spirit
i hope it won’t
make a difference.
Nov 30, 2021
Nov 30, 2021 at 2:24 PM UTC
A Thought:
Maybe there is no grand crescendo to the human symphony
Maybe life ends, and begins, on a prolonged refrain
A steady, repeating, fading rhythm
The only flourish of a lonely universe
Trying desperately, in its way, to find a dance partner for the darkness
Eternity; our veiled mistress waiting past the mist
For the light to outrun an endlessly unfurling landscape of black
The space between
The mimicry of a photograph, and the true shape of the memory
That a frame can never quite squeeze
Those lost edges lie in wait
Just beyond a waking moment, and the closing scene of our final dream
A place not lost, but yet to be found
That is all,
For now.
Aug 5, 2021
Aug 5, 2021 at 9:02 PM UTC
Magenta and Reds, Cerulean and Blues
Piano paint splashes the mind of the fool
And makes him create, mostly mistakes
When trying to illustrate his own point of view
Hopeless and Danceless, Broken Old Romantic
Wooden chair rocks him like a cradle for his ashes
And time doesn’t wait, for him only it fades
Stuck on the wake of waves perpetually crashing
Black Holes and Stars, Landmarks for Gods
He just sits and he orbits like a moon for his heart
Passing the days, a face for a frame
Symphony of flowers contrasting his rain
Aug 3, 2021
Aug 3, 2021 at 8:13 AM UTC