Three quarters of the earth's surface is covered by water. The ocean conceals billions of creatures interacting in ways that we will never fully understand. Much of the ocean is mysterious. We cruise along on boats on the ocean's surface, and sit on beaches watching the ocean's surf meet the land. One of the great things about the ocean is that we cannot build on it. It will remain a vast open space perfect for contemplation.
The perpetual cadence of the vast sea
Stirs a restless desire that engulfs me.
Like an infinite force I dare not impede,
Briefly rushing in - only to then recede.
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Seagulls soar above her surf,
The sun reflects and gleams,
While people come from miles around
To stroll upon her beach.
Dear Elizabeth,
Growing up in New Jersey, I have always had easy access to the ocean. I love the ocean but, I have always been interested in the beauty of the PACNW. I love to look at films...
It roars like a lion,
Yet so calm and sincere,
Like a refined diamond.
Much beauty lurks here.
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Analysis of Form and Technique
CRASHING waves... SMASHING seas...
Bringing sailors to their knees.
As they struggle to save their lives,
Hoping and praying help arrives.
This poem brought a tear to my eye and I love the way that the author has written this particular poem. It definitely is top in my book.
There's something about
how the sea draws me in
much like your eyes
even though I know I could drown
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.
Growing up, my father, who was never a sailor, would suddenly come out of a daydream to recite John Masefield's "Sea Fever." I did not have a clue until I went to sea with the U.S. Navy as a...
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Gentle lulling of the sea,
Once again you beckon me.
Caressing waves upon the shore
Transporting me to years of yore.
Yes, thank you for again remembering these beautiful days when we've taken on outings as children. All 7 of us loved these trips. Not long ago I was sad I lost contact with an older gent who...
ever changing, constant
rhythmic and random
silence, full of sound
like cold water
I too grew up on the coast in Ireland. The Atlantic energizes and grounds me. I feel at peace on the shore like nowhere else on Earth. I live in Cumbria now where I can reach the coast easily...
I know a place where the world is still,
where time and space have no hold.
I know a place where my heart and soul are one
and there are stories left untold.
I love the ocean as well, just the sound of its waves and the smell of the salty water and the breeze that carries it. When I get mad or sad I just think of the ocean, and it calms me down. I...
I would be enthralled at the stories the ocean could tell,
about explorers and adventurers that traversed its swell,
of the lives lost in shipwrecks and of pirate tales of old,
and legends passed down through generations, told.
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