The sound of the sea is an expansive source of poetic inspiration, as well as a soundscape in itself. She is a reflection of rage and power, as rolling waves roar beneath stormy skies. Her song lures us into a meditative state as white water washes the carpets of sandy shores. She invites us to embrace the many emotions that reside within ourselves. Anger, calmness, chaos and clarity; they all exist beneath the white horses that dance upon the waves.
And as the fizz of foam seeps beneath silent pebbles on the surface, we realise we are simply water, moving, changing, flowing, and evaporating in the dance of so called life. Here are seven absolutely breathtaking poems about the sea, enjoy.
Poems about the sea
1. White Dust – Jadine Lydia
She glittered. A thousand sparkles twinkling on a turquoise sea. She sprinkled White dust On tiny pyramids of crystal, clear water, blessing each wave with eternal bliss. She floated Light as a feather, buoyant and bright, cradled by an ever-moving sea. She sang; Streaming darkness from the watery depths, simply to be free.
And so, she wailed. The soft sound of a siren calling her home. She cried, long tears of a stormy sea, her hazy gaze, leading her astray, a myriad of turquoise laced with soft palettes of grey. Lovingly, longingly, she swept her soul, through channels, through tides, through ebbs and flow. Raging waters, And rugged rocks, her fears and worries tumbled and rocked. And suddenly, as if by magic, the sea sat still. Her palette cleared, she lifted her gaze to see her light being stand tall in the waves. Beckoning her to come home.
ocean hold me like the tide holding the undercurrents of a waxing, silky moon laced with tenderness blessed with madness as my waves lull me back to you.
In the age of Aquarius, she was brought back to life. With white pearls around her neck, and a trident of turquoise love. She swam in the oceans, and bathed in ancient ruins, she held a locket to her heart, golden with pure wisdom. She let her lungs fill, with water and white light, and sprayed fountains of beauty, against pale pink, cloud-washed skies. She called in the light, her matrix shifting times, a Piscean priestess, a warrior of the light. This was her time; in the ocean of life. This was her time, in the life of paradise.
keep your eyes on the horizon, always look up they say but i prefer to dive deep into the ocean of untethered emotion and see what feelings come up to play.