"seagul" poems - Hello Poetry

Bubbling waves with water so blue They call to me on the board I lie upon A small white seagul perched on a booey as the water lapped upon it It catches every fish it could find before the pelican does Of course I smirk to myself at the simple action The waters are calm and no waves could be seen I came out here at first just to ride a wave But it's so calm that even the clouds are minimal Like a little child again I gazed up at the shapes A elephant, a seal, a little boy on a tricycle My mind was so far in the clouds literally This caused me to lose my attention on the ocean I couldn't see how the water was growing unneasy I couldn't see how a huge bulge nearby was becoming a wave A tsunami of the sorts I didn't know that a earthquake hit not too far from here But once I saw the rising everything I was tossed off the small board I was so scared I couldn't concentrate on finding to something to hold onto I couldn't swim on with the currents I was struggling and near drowning The seagul was now flying around my head as if to keep me awake The cloud were pointing towards dry land but I could sea The sea has became too strong for even I a great swimmer It seemed that I suddenly drowned All I could see was darkness

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Sep 12, 2013

Sep 12, 2013 at 10:28 AM UTC

the-fluffy-kit-on-fire

Barnacles

Bubbling waves with water so blue They call to me on the board I lie upon A small white seagul perched on a booey as the water lapped upon it It catches every fish it could find before the pelican does Of course I smirk to myself at the simple action The waters are calm and no waves could be seen I came out here at first just to ride a wave But it's so calm that even the clouds are minimal Like a little child again I gazed up at the shapes A elephant, a seal, a little boy on a tricycle My mind was so far in the clouds literally This caused me to lose my attention on the ocean I couldn't see how the water was growing unneasy I couldn't see how a huge bulge nearby was becoming a wave A tsunami of the sorts I didn't know that a earthquake hit not too far from here But once I saw the rising everything I was tossed off the small board I was so scared I couldn't concentrate on finding to something to hold onto I couldn't swim on with the currents I was struggling and near drowning The seagul was now flying around my head as if to keep me awake The cloud were pointing towards dry land but I could sea The sea has became too strong for even I a great swimmer It seemed that I suddenly drowned All I could see was darkness

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September 10th 2001 *I am sat in a small cafe across the street stands the timeless twin towers. Man's living towers of Babel. Perhaps waiting for an angry Gods wrath. It is still late summer. The evening is sultry Almost as if it understands. The loss of the two vertical cities. That the new morning will bring. death and bloodshed to my beloved New York. A moment of silence falls broken by the solitary cry of a foraging seagul above me. The air becomes oppressively saturated. The foreteller of a big storm. The invisible pale rider passes by on a pale horse. The street is crowded with almost visible black angels. They wait with folded black wings in their hoards. Patiently waiting for their charges. My soul shouts for them to leave. To go back to their paradise. But their throng is now in the thousands. A huge black cloud that is only visible through closed eyes. They are silent. giving no clue to their gathering. But I know it is a harbinger of destruction. And that in hours The world will change forever.*

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Jun 3, 2016

Jun 3, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC

jude-kyrie

September 10th 2001

September 10th 2001 *I am sat in a small cafe across the street stands the timeless twin towers. Man's living towers of Babel. Perhaps waiting for an angry Gods wrath. It is still late summer. The evening is sultry Almost as if it understands. The loss of the two vertical cities. That the new morning will bring. death and bloodshed to my beloved New York. A moment of silence falls broken by the solitary cry of a foraging seagul above me. The air becomes oppressively saturated. The foreteller of a big storm. The invisible pale rider passes by on a pale horse. The street is crowded with almost visible black angels. They wait with folded black wings in their hoards. Patiently waiting for their charges. My soul shouts for them to leave. To go back to their paradise. But their throng is now in the thousands. A huge black cloud that is only visible through closed eyes. They are silent. giving no clue to their gathering. But I know it is a harbinger of destruction. And that in hours The world will change forever.*

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Neglected Disrespected The world has me disconnected Fiery eyes A very small size A bad mouth for the window to my soul A bad colored dress appears less shiny and more dull A crooked tooth A former teacher named Mrs. Booth Books to read that aren't yours Watching the sky fall on the shore Lying in the sand where my whole life was planned With you. Contigo. With me. There's a seagul. He pooped on my thigh It's so brown and now I want to cry Wait! But that means Good Luck!! Watch all of my dreams erupt!

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Dec 4, 2016

Dec 4, 2016 at 2:19 AM UTC

bianca-azarae

Foster Adult

Neglected Disrespected The world has me disconnected Fiery eyes A very small size A bad mouth for the window to my soul A bad colored dress appears less shiny and more dull A crooked tooth A former teacher named Mrs. Booth Books to read that aren't yours Watching the sky fall on the shore Lying in the sand where my whole life was planned With you. Contigo. With me. There's a seagul. He pooped on my thigh It's so brown and now I want to cry Wait! But that means Good Luck!! Watch all of my dreams erupt!

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