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Qweyku Aug 25
drenched in a sea of waveforms,
dancing on the ebb of a digital ocean
its crests crowned with sound

pitched upon amplitude tides      
their volume compressed;
reverberating through glass speakers
mere dots in the sands

i hear cadence...
within the music of your speech
how can it be such a many word
written, but forgotten,
indelibly on your beach?

if we could interpret oceans
what stories would its sea speak?
of its corruption?
treasures unreturned
to lost and found?
or of its time to give up the dead,
or of the angels that fell to its ground?


© Qwey.ku
Have I told you of how I love the sea?
A duplicitous temptress.
She'll either drown you or carry you afloat.
Jaycee Oct 2014
He was my one and only,
Even when we felt as if we were descending
He's still stuck in the deepest oceans within my heart
He's loving even when he's falling apart,
Everyday without him feels so off to me..
That's not even the beginning to why I'll be his eternally.
n0r Jul 7
Lifes a ride;
Gripping it tight
And screaming
Laughter makes the journey
Mine, and sharing the pieces
Smashed with a smile
Baptizes my soul
With Yours; Love Us
If you dare to live
Wild and free
Within the waves
We make a~part
Together.
alexxa Apr 28
i have done it again.
i lost the one that i loved the most.
i wonder if it is always me,
or maybe it is the ones i choose.

i always fall for the blue eyes,
and yet again i am deceived.
just because the ocean is beautiful
does not mean you won't drown.

helplessly flailing,
too late to realize what everyone already had.
i jumped in the deep end, head first,
just wanting to escape the surface.

now here i am,
laying helplessly on the sand.
the sun doesn't shine quite as bright,
not like it did when he was with me.

why do i always fall for the ones
who fall in love with the world?
the ones who wake up in a different city every morning,
ready to lose themselves in an ocean of thousands.

while we did not last,
we will always have something in common.
while i'm drowning in your eyes and in my very own thoughts,
you're drowning in life and what you and i have lost.

we're drowning.
we're sinking.
and one day when you sink lower,
i'll be floating on the surface.

i will rise.
this is messy and ultimately makes no sense.
If you've ever had the pleasure of kissing a poet, you'd know just how adventurous they taste

The saltiness of the seven seas mixed with the sweetness of the stars

They taste like tsunamis and high tide

Like black holes and supernovas

Like flowers and forest fires

They taste like heaven with a dash of ****

Like a tall drink of inspiration and a shot of death

They taste like late nights and early mornings

Like old night-time and burnt toast

They taste like new experiences


Yes, if you've ever had the pleasure of kissing a poet , you'd know just how much you crave for more
Brighter than the blinding flares of the sun, shimmering outward with power of thousands of stars
yet comforting
yet soft.
Filled with oceans crashing and wild, turning over ships, rushing under a powerful storm.
yet still
yet calm.
Filled with wonder and curiosity, yearning for the unknown, desperate for enlightenment
yet wise
yet content.
Eyes so wide, so deep, filled with delicate roses, the power of mighty warriors, elegant as Venus's flowing dress, filled with souls of thousands, with passion, with yearning, with desire.
Filled with beauty
Filled with you.
Virtuous Oct 28
I hear my name
In the breeze
That your waters carry
Im coming
I hear your call
I agree
Its been too long
Nico Julleza Jul 2017
Long Journey,
yet it was never too late
to crest the memories of yesterdays

A voyage that was finished before
and here I am gazing beyond
through oriel windows once more

An ocean wide stretched from afar
with a quill and vellum on my hand
I wrote these words and understand

life was never easy reaching its core
self must refine from silver to gold
dreams red as velvet, white as snow

Pure as the heart of every little boy
molded from a mother’s fervent love
brave, a father’s heritage in honor of

Blessed by the gift of *** up above
toiling day and night from my storm
He never left me lonely, till it is won

I gazed back to the oceans and saw,

Someone familiar...

Could it be…

Land A Home,
it was a moment of spring
I step the shore, my heart felt its beat

And Lo, my guardians caress on thee
for there is no sweeter victory
than the ones who has truly love me
#Family #Guardians #Ocean #Nature #Life #Love #***

Have A Blessed Sunday
*** bless you Poets
There is no Place to feel Victory... But in Home

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