"seaborn" poems - Hello Poetry

Schools of fish Racing to the King's submerged hold To pass a collective wish. A procession led Unfathomable leagues between the sky To the One's bed. From her birthcry rang Sonic upon waves in all Seas Bringing promise she sang. In a voice that shamed The very Sirens, their infamy At birth she had tamed. Tempests brewed in Nine Seas and in denizens thereof The palpable rush was no illusion. Gargantuan fissures marked The arrival of the Prophet, As Dogfishes in the streets barked. Coral caves echoed News of the Deliverer Back across the ocean and forth. The Princess is birthed! Rejoice! Swim to the King! Of enthusiasm, was no dearth. Millions of clans Puffer, Cat and Gold, with servants in many ***** Oysters and Clams. Eels, flying overhead With Mantas in quick pursuit Each racing to meet the beloved. The nobility too was en route Great White, the Hammer and Tiger Forgetting around them, all the food. Clownfish prepared their jokes Animatedly chuckling at the time The king called them funny blokes. From every nook and corner Of every Ocean, and Sea Burst life even in lakes and rivers. Drifting slow yet steady The convergence occurred at the King's Hold. The feast now ready. Reef and plankton In a million hues waved like banners Proclaiming the royal standard. Seahorses stood en garde All semblance of a heavy cavalry Songs were sung by the Bard. Rows upon rows Of aquatic subjects Gazed upwards as the Herald bellowed. All hail King Teal! All hail the Princess! The citizens went mad with zeal. They raised their arms As the King raised his own pair Only to raise alarm. The babe was godly Hair as green as kelp Translucent flesh glowing boldly. Every colour ever known Etched across her fins and legs Majestic, regal, radiating joy unknownst. Tears diluted the currents As the folk witnessed their saviour And cheered in a torrent Of squeals, laughter and shouts Praising till the land dwellers heard them These fanatics most devout. Thus was the day Naifin was born into the Sea Queen of Oceans, she was to be.

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Jan 6, 2016

Jan 6, 2016 at 12:41 PM UTC

Solembum

The Seaborn

Schools of fish Racing to the King's submerged hold To pass a collective wish. A procession led Unfathomable leagues between the sky To the One's bed. From her birthcry rang Sonic upon waves in all Seas Bringing promise she sang. In a voice that shamed The very Sirens, their infamy At birth she had tamed. Tempests brewed in Nine Seas and in denizens thereof The palpable rush was no illusion. Gargantuan fissures marked The arrival of the Prophet, As Dogfishes in the streets barked. Coral caves echoed News of the Deliverer Back across the ocean and forth. The Princess is birthed! Rejoice! Swim to the King! Of enthusiasm, was no dearth. Millions of clans Puffer, Cat and Gold, with servants in many ***** Oysters and Clams. Eels, flying overhead With Mantas in quick pursuit Each racing to meet the beloved. The nobility too was en route Great White, the Hammer and Tiger Forgetting around them, all the food. Clownfish prepared their jokes Animatedly chuckling at the time The king called them funny blokes. From every nook and corner Of every Ocean, and Sea Burst life even in lakes and rivers. Drifting slow yet steady The convergence occurred at the King's Hold. The feast now ready. Reef and plankton In a million hues waved like banners Proclaiming the royal standard. Seahorses stood en garde All semblance of a heavy cavalry Songs were sung by the Bard. Rows upon rows Of aquatic subjects Gazed upwards as the Herald bellowed. All hail King Teal! All hail the Princess! The citizens went mad with zeal. They raised their arms As the King raised his own pair Only to raise alarm. The babe was godly Hair as green as kelp Translucent flesh glowing boldly. Every colour ever known Etched across her fins and legs Majestic, regal, radiating joy unknownst. Tears diluted the currents As the folk witnessed their saviour And cheered in a torrent Of squeals, laughter and shouts Praising till the land dwellers heard them These fanatics most devout. Thus was the day Naifin was born into the Sea Queen of Oceans, she was to be.

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*Oh, Viola Your missteps are our haven Dropping, and dripping Sorbet on the sidewalk To melt on summer mornings Oh, Viola Save the best for first ensemble Scoffing, and skipping To the tune of Frère Jacques A beacon for seaborn warnings Oh, Viola A dainty marvel shadow Flenching, and flaking Til' Hale Street gleams in purple hues To banter with the orchids Oh, Viola Overhead and underfoot Whistling, and wincing From the piercing of a brother At the pulpits of the sordid*

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Jul 14, 2017

Jul 14, 2017 at 6:31 PM UTC

chris-thomasrf

Viola

*Oh, Viola Your missteps are our haven Dropping, and dripping Sorbet on the sidewalk To melt on summer mornings Oh, Viola Save the best for first ensemble Scoffing, and skipping To the tune of Frère Jacques A beacon for seaborn warnings Oh, Viola A dainty marvel shadow Flenching, and flaking Til' Hale Street gleams in purple hues To banter with the orchids Oh, Viola Overhead and underfoot Whistling, and wincing From the piercing of a brother At the pulpits of the sordid*

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Where can we find a haven? Because I'm on the road Let dusk to dim the heaven. My feet don't feel the load. Hides fates between the rocks Your Island of the lea My Seaborn poet, once You will come back to me. 29.06.18

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Jun 29, 2018

Jun 29, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC

victoria-myron

Song of the Wanderer.

Where can we find a haven? Because I'm on the road Let dusk to dim the heaven. My feet don't feel the load. Hides fates between the rocks Your Island of the lea My Seaborn poet, once You will come back to me. 29.06.18

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wide-eyed forgotten islands of self reef-starved rose again from oceans blue and deep songs flame in farewell and god these skies. i have seen a sun rise within me that i'd thought long dead still and mute and whilst beautiful tragedy, thick with mockery sinks this sun slow to sea's end, distant wonders gold and glowing and gone reign yet. night's charcoal blue and shores ember strokes may keep me a while but sleep is a seaborn breeze stealing in from hope's now-dark and stolen horizon. there is no end to this life.

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Jun 24, 2014

Jun 24, 2014 at 3:38 AM UTC

kww

the reef

wide-eyed forgotten islands of self reef-starved rose again from oceans blue and deep songs flame in farewell and god these skies. i have seen a sun rise within me that i'd thought long dead still and mute and whilst beautiful tragedy, thick with mockery sinks this sun slow to sea's end, distant wonders gold and glowing and gone reign yet. night's charcoal blue and shores ember strokes may keep me a while but sleep is a seaborn breeze stealing in from hope's now-dark and stolen horizon. there is no end to this life.

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You're there in front of me Singing the notes I wrote for you The words that I loved set free But you sing them not to me You are the ***** of my melody You don't feel it true My words mean nothing If you don't mean them too Open your eyelids Cry out your ocean soul Tears salted like the seaborn kids' Feel the ghost love as it goes cold And leaves the caress of your lips In search of someone with care. A new voice will sing All that was once yours The words angelically ring Like they never have before Sung from lips who care Kissed by the soul entwined in air. I wish the chords to be played again That's all I wish, sung from the heart! Please — no more pain.

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Nov 30, 2013

Nov 30, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC

david-leger

Goddess Of Song

You're there in front of me Singing the notes I wrote for you The words that I loved set free But you sing them not to me You are the ***** of my melody You don't feel it true My words mean nothing If you don't mean them too Open your eyelids Cry out your ocean soul Tears salted like the seaborn kids' Feel the ghost love as it goes cold And leaves the caress of your lips In search of someone with care. A new voice will sing All that was once yours The words angelically ring Like they never have before Sung from lips who care Kissed by the soul entwined in air. I wish the chords to be played again That's all I wish, sung from the heart! Please — no more pain.

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