"algea" poems - Hello Poetry

green and filmy algea whispers by the lone sea cucumber, caressing it as it struggles to suction itself lower than the outgoing tide. its movements, though minuscule, move it towards the bottom of the tide pool but not quite fast enough - a rock could erode faster than the sea cucumber could crawl. but still it moves with the tenacity of something that does not realize it is in danger. and although it is fighting, it knows not that it is fighting but merely goes on.

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Aug 1, 2012

Aug 1, 2012 at 7:14 PM UTC

sequoia-c

The Lone Sea Cucumber

green and filmy algea whispers by the lone sea cucumber, caressing it as it struggles to suction itself lower than the outgoing tide. its movements, though minuscule, move it towards the bottom of the tide pool but not quite fast enough - a rock could erode faster than the sea cucumber could crawl. but still it moves with the tenacity of something that does not realize it is in danger. and although it is fighting, it knows not that it is fighting but merely goes on.

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Ethereal and Base a harmony so diametric a solid. Wisdom's forgiveness lands to the unyielding new, white spray on black lava, merging elemental minerals in salt water. Life the mediator, yearns for compromise algea harvests sunlight at the hard shore, grows into plants fish munch coral creating sand washing up, a tree's foothold creating soil... can rock become Earth any other way? Mother's beauty, an unknowable generous smile and confident grace from the sun. Ages sitting wrinkled and depleted to her waist, beauty transforms into unknowable generous laughter alighting graciously from wise eyes, like a flock of Heaven's doves so close to home stirred by her running children: daughter and son. All the while all the yearning is unrequited. For her children, Beauty is vertigo, painful reality rooted to the shore. Eyes long for the horizon, Vision Country between sky holding its breath and water measuring out patience, The heart spills out futile on the crystalline sea, but Sadness, belonging to clear water, lightly buoys lonely Ecstasy, Completes the voyage. The Vision pairs selfless love with unmet desire, opposites' harmony the firmament, but the sound breaks from tension and the echoes fade, and the senses footing gives way; vertigo with dove's wings tied shut. Descending minuscule between dissipation falling through molecules of bliss, and diffusing atoms of despair, to the last remaining positive and negative and the tension's silver thin wire between. It cuts tied wings free, slingshots the dove's soul back up, at the last second, the tension's iridescent thread tangles loosely on her foot. She hurtles back up through the scales of size: Microns, amoeba, minnows, birds, primates, people, over trees, looking down at cities, mountains, yet higher borderless nations, green and sand continents, and again all the crystalline blue seas. The silver filament draws taut, holds the dove's ascent, wings slowing in awe as she views Mother Gaea her intensely brilliant sphere accompanied by vivid tiny stars. in a cold cold soundless night... Grandmother teaching her children to fly; Beauty's yearning realized complete.

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Jan 22, 2013

Jan 22, 2013 at 8:52 PM UTC

life-nomadic

Gaea

Ethereal and Base a harmony so diametric a solid. Wisdom's forgiveness lands to the unyielding new, white spray on black lava, merging elemental minerals in salt water. Life the mediator, yearns for compromise algea harvests sunlight at the hard shore, grows into plants fish munch coral creating sand washing up, a tree's foothold creating soil... can rock become Earth any other way? Mother's beauty, an unknowable generous smile and confident grace from the sun. Ages sitting wrinkled and depleted to her waist, beauty transforms into unknowable generous laughter alighting graciously from wise eyes, like a flock of Heaven's doves so close to home stirred by her running children: daughter and son. All the while all the yearning is unrequited. For her children, Beauty is vertigo, painful reality rooted to the shore. Eyes long for the horizon, Vision Country between sky holding its breath and water measuring out patience, The heart spills out futile on the crystalline sea, but Sadness, belonging to clear water, lightly buoys lonely Ecstasy, Completes the voyage. The Vision pairs selfless love with unmet desire, opposites' harmony the firmament, but the sound breaks from tension and the echoes fade, and the senses footing gives way; vertigo with dove's wings tied shut. Descending minuscule between dissipation falling through molecules of bliss, and diffusing atoms of despair, to the last remaining positive and negative and the tension's silver thin wire between. It cuts tied wings free, slingshots the dove's soul back up, at the last second, the tension's iridescent thread tangles loosely on her foot. She hurtles back up through the scales of size: Microns, amoeba, minnows, birds, primates, people, over trees, looking down at cities, mountains, yet higher borderless nations, green and sand continents, and again all the crystalline blue seas. The silver filament draws taut, holds the dove's ascent, wings slowing in awe as she views Mother Gaea her intensely brilliant sphere accompanied by vivid tiny stars. in a cold cold soundless night... Grandmother teaching her children to fly; Beauty's yearning realized complete.

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I am the prodigal son! He who was lost in the spiteful world of literature. I the prodigal son who stands firm with Aergia as my left hand and Algea as my right. I the prodigal son who stands tall with Baudelaire as my back bone for melancholy and misery have become my mistresses. I the prodigal son have returned, oh father forgive me and turn away in horror for I am your son no longer.

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Feb 6, 2015

Feb 6, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC

onegrape

Oh father, I have returned.

I am the prodigal son! He who was lost in the spiteful world of literature. I the prodigal son who stands firm with Aergia as my left hand and Algea as my right. I the prodigal son who stands tall with Baudelaire as my back bone for melancholy and misery have become my mistresses. I the prodigal son have returned, oh father forgive me and turn away in horror for I am your son no longer.

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You cannot look into my eyes without seeing burning, lustful sparks Filled to bursting With what you want To be love But all i see Are limp Loveless Ponds Algea ******* Them

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Nov 2, 2015

Nov 2, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC

NotAWriter

Eyes

You cannot look into my eyes without seeing burning, lustful sparks Filled to bursting With what you want To be love But all i see Are limp Loveless Ponds Algea ******* Them

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What else could we do but pray to God? How could I explain them the shivers that i fought? Time and tide wait for none, A truth so cruel,built with fun What else could we do but accept our fate? Will we be able to look back , when we, are finally late? Slowly floating towards boundless, a place so dark I wish i could end the act, without leaving behind a mark A small little flower,that was bloomed, in an unknown place Stared all day, towards the vast sky, for just a little trace Staring towards the endless horizon , as if there was any life Maybe it was waiting to shine like a meteorite A universe so vast, countless galaxies, Yet it thought, it was big , like an algea under the seas Suddenly, the sky, began to shatter The flower wished, if it could finish the letter The eyes, began to open ,slowly with pains A little boy found himself, in a garden of gains A little flower bloomed , just beside a drain He saw it and thought he finally could, leave the train..

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Aug 30, 2025

Aug 30, 2025 at 12:12 PM UTC

AnonymousR

A Garden of Gains

What else could we do but pray to God? How could I explain them the shivers that i fought? Time and tide wait for none, A truth so cruel,built with fun What else could we do but accept our fate? Will we be able to look back , when we, are finally late? Slowly floating towards boundless, a place so dark I wish i could end the act, without leaving behind a mark A small little flower,that was bloomed, in an unknown place Stared all day, towards the vast sky, for just a little trace Staring towards the endless horizon , as if there was any life Maybe it was waiting to shine like a meteorite A universe so vast, countless galaxies, Yet it thought, it was big , like an algea under the seas Suddenly, the sky, began to shatter The flower wished, if it could finish the letter The eyes, began to open ,slowly with pains A little boy found himself, in a garden of gains A little flower bloomed , just beside a drain He saw it and thought he finally could, leave the train..

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in the corner of my left eye i feel the blooming of a migraine begin occluding all reason nailing pain to my brain and causing civility to flee before the tornado wrath of assualted sysnapses time becomes distorted like algea in a summer pond the verdancy of the ache looks pretty yet underneath i suffocate the time of darkness begins... to bloom like a carrion flower....

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Feb 10, 2015

Feb 10, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC

betterdays

bloom

in the corner of my left eye i feel the blooming of a migraine begin occluding all reason nailing pain to my brain and causing civility to flee before the tornado wrath of assualted sysnapses time becomes distorted like algea in a summer pond the verdancy of the ache looks pretty yet underneath i suffocate the time of darkness begins... to bloom like a carrion flower....

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Profanities, declarations bombastic, love/ hate sprayed, whatevers, beer-stained brutalist underpass the lake, a paper-mill, stink of pulp-steam, dog-shit minefield ,fast-food cartons park-and-riding, egg-fried verges turgid outflow, Down this squeezed tube, of dead algorithm n' ***** blue-green algea ,wetland gangrene, come Nightingales.. Meliflous revelry, distinctive dichotomy, obvious opposite oddity Beneficent Mediterranean medicine chugged via secretive syrinx sweet, sweet sweet unplugged jugular thick cut clarity, every note a pearl-dropped hope for muddled ditches, creeks and jetties, broken wings of football pitches blood of oak and bluebell soaking smoke above the muddied tracks and clearing, clearing all before their song

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May 21, 2023

May 21, 2023 at 3:05 AM UTC

alistair-william-bullen

Nightingales

Profanities, declarations bombastic, love/ hate sprayed, whatevers, beer-stained brutalist underpass the lake, a paper-mill, stink of pulp-steam, dog-shit minefield ,fast-food cartons park-and-riding, egg-fried verges turgid outflow, Down this squeezed tube, of dead algorithm n' ***** blue-green algea ,wetland gangrene, come Nightingales.. Meliflous revelry, distinctive dichotomy, obvious opposite oddity Beneficent Mediterranean medicine chugged via secretive syrinx sweet, sweet sweet unplugged jugular thick cut clarity, every note a pearl-dropped hope for muddled ditches, creeks and jetties, broken wings of football pitches blood of oak and bluebell soaking smoke above the muddied tracks and clearing, clearing all before their song

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Grey in Rainbow Blood in capillaries Gasp, oxygen blood, turn blue. Regular beat, relief Racing car, Lightning McQueen Anxiety, rush in Aorta Dilute, soothe, disillusion. Greek gods, medusa´s eye Stone sculpture, eternal Laid bare, **** Draw me french. Hands, save thy dignity clutch the ***** oh my pearls roll over eyeballs, curses. Put a paper lantern over your eyes. Put your tinted glasses rose coloured view. Finger on the pulse trigger, don't shoot don't want 49 dead progress, fear strikes back. Hoot hoot the clock strikes 2.02. Rise up from your bed you winged sucker. Vampire, drink your fill no limit but 6. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 greetings Charon One coin to River Acheron. Oink oink little swine you are. Pigman, hold your cleaver. Pig blood, Carrie´s revenge. ****** red, sacrifice Jauhar Euphrosyne´s joy, Euphoria River Phlegethon, the path to Tartarus. Cocytus, bathe me in Lethe. Hypnos, spare me. Himeros, May it be Aporia, Limos, Hedone Meet Curae, Nosoi, Algea. Phobos, I am scared.

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Jan 31, 2020

Jan 31, 2020 at 5:02 PM UTC

LostBlueBoy

Blood of the Rainbow

Grey in Rainbow Blood in capillaries Gasp, oxygen blood, turn blue. Regular beat, relief Racing car, Lightning McQueen Anxiety, rush in Aorta Dilute, soothe, disillusion. Greek gods, medusa´s eye Stone sculpture, eternal Laid bare, **** Draw me french. Hands, save thy dignity clutch the ***** oh my pearls roll over eyeballs, curses. Put a paper lantern over your eyes. Put your tinted glasses rose coloured view. Finger on the pulse trigger, don't shoot don't want 49 dead progress, fear strikes back. Hoot hoot the clock strikes 2.02. Rise up from your bed you winged sucker. Vampire, drink your fill no limit but 6. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 greetings Charon One coin to River Acheron. Oink oink little swine you are. Pigman, hold your cleaver. Pig blood, Carrie´s revenge. ****** red, sacrifice Jauhar Euphrosyne´s joy, Euphoria River Phlegethon, the path to Tartarus. Cocytus, bathe me in Lethe. Hypnos, spare me. Himeros, May it be Aporia, Limos, Hedone Meet Curae, Nosoi, Algea. Phobos, I am scared.

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