#theocean - Hello Poetry

The sea is a cold and restless entity, A deep, unending trough of brine and foam. Its surface reflects the shifting skies, A field of endless, heaving water. The waves rise, great mountains of the deep, Then crash and fall upon the shore. Their strength a constant, unrelenting force, That land cannot overcome or ignore. The open sea holds mystery unseen, A shadowed place where waves collide and break. The flux and flow, a ceaseless, silent scene, A constant dance that nature subtly makes. The tide comes and goes at measured pace, An ancient rhythm of ebb and swell. Its pull a gravitational, powerful grace, That rules the coasts and where wild things dwell. The current runs, a river in the sea, A hidden path where life finds its own way. A constant shift, a moving tapestry, Of hidden things it carries night and day. Beneath the waves, a kingdom dark and strange, Where creatures swim in depths beyond our ken. An unknown world, a wonder to exchange For all the treasures and the toils of men. The salt spray stings, a bitter, bracing kiss, Upon the face of those who brave the sea. A humbling power, wild and full of bliss, Both beautiful and terrible to decree. The ocean vast and ever free, Remains a mystery, both loved and feared. Its power timeless, for eternity, A constant presence, ever held revered.

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Feb 10, 2025

Feb 10, 2025 at 9:51 AM UTC

Liujiawen2024

The Sea, a Vast and Fickle Thing (2025)

The sea is a cold and restless entity, A deep, unending trough of brine and foam. Its surface reflects the shifting skies, A field of endless, heaving water. The waves rise, great mountains of the deep, Then crash and fall upon the shore. Their strength a constant, unrelenting force, That land cannot overcome or ignore. The open sea holds mystery unseen, A shadowed place where waves collide and break. The flux and flow, a ceaseless, silent scene, A constant dance that nature subtly makes. The tide comes and goes at measured pace, An ancient rhythm of ebb and swell. Its pull a gravitational, powerful grace, That rules the coasts and where wild things dwell. The current runs, a river in the sea, A hidden path where life finds its own way. A constant shift, a moving tapestry, Of hidden things it carries night and day. Beneath the waves, a kingdom dark and strange, Where creatures swim in depths beyond our ken. An unknown world, a wonder to exchange For all the treasures and the toils of men. The salt spray stings, a bitter, bracing kiss, Upon the face of those who brave the sea. A humbling power, wild and full of bliss, Both beautiful and terrible to decree. The ocean vast and ever free, Remains a mystery, both loved and feared. Its power timeless, for eternity, A constant presence, ever held revered.

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Here at the ocean it's quiet, calm. Listen to the tides as it guides you through your problems. Let the waves wash away your worries. Run your feet through the sand with no shame. Swim to the deep side as your sadness seeps into the blues. Let the current carry you back to land. But before we leave, spell your name in the sand.

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Jul 8, 2019

Jul 8, 2019 at 9:21 PM UTC

sodapop

Name in the Sand

Here at the ocean it's quiet, calm. Listen to the tides as it guides you through your problems. Let the waves wash away your worries. Run your feet through the sand with no shame. Swim to the deep side as your sadness seeps into the blues. Let the current carry you back to land. But before we leave, spell your name in the sand.

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If your love is but an ocean and I a ship with without a crew, will my vessel kiss the coastline or sink deep into you?

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Jul 6, 2017

Jul 6, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC

Tyler_Matthew

Better to Sink or Sail?

If your love is but an ocean and I a ship with without a crew, will my vessel kiss the coastline or sink deep into you?

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my feet shift the darkened sand leaving footprints in their place the water brushes against my legs and wind blows in my face as the seagulls cry aloud i continue my steady pace then sand blows in my eyes suddenly and I run as if in a race the ocean has chased me away today but tomorrow i will be back to this place.

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Aug 23, 2014

Aug 23, 2014 at 6:55 AM UTC

tamaire-johnson

O C E A N

my feet shift the darkened sand leaving footprints in their place the water brushes against my legs and wind blows in my face as the seagulls cry aloud i continue my steady pace then sand blows in my eyes suddenly and I run as if in a race the ocean has chased me away today but tomorrow i will be back to this place.

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