Seven Breathtaking Pieces of Poetry About the Sea
Seven Breathtaking Pieces of Poetry About the Sea
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.
seven Poems about the sea
1. I Go Down to The Shore – Mary Oliver
I go down to the shore in the morning
and depending on the hour the waves
are rolling in or moving out,
and I say, oh, I am miserable,
what shall—
what should I do? And the sea says
in its lovely voice:
Excuse me, I have work to do.
from – A Thousand Mornings
2. the indigo night - Anais Vionet
(inspired by ‘Indigo Night’ by Thomas W Case)
A thousand thousand stars pierce the indigo night,
but no moon mars the canvas, or lightens velvet strokes.
Half-hearted waves slap at shoreline rocks, like tepid applause.
If the sky is darkest blue, the ocean is a still-darker green.
The harbor suggests a freedom, outside the breakwater
as if the choppy ocean were a highway to the sky.
Tomorrow’s deadlines fade, in the face of infinities.
The harbor is quiet, like a restless animal that’s sleeping.
No skiffs tack for the harbor’s mouth, no fishermen juggle lines.
The sea is a jagged, broken and twinkling mirror for the stars.
A thousand thousand dreams will be launched, this deep indigo tonight,
some will store, in memory’s hold, others will be lost, like shipwrecks.
No line divides where sky and water fold, where endless deeps meet.
Time’s arrow seems stilled by the cold and the gentle darkness.
But dawn will come, soon enough, and with that blush, cares ignite,
duties’ call, and the stars will hide their light in greater glares.
For now, we’ll walk the shore-line, our small voices like seagull calls,
enjoying celestial light, and the indigo night, out beyond all earthly cares.
from – hellopoetry.com
3. She Calls – Jadine Lydia
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.
from – And So She Chose
4. Music of the Seas - Jacob Oommen
Music of the seven seas –
in soft susurrus of silk and
liquid swells
they swirl like augural oracles
that bloom in cornet symphonies
and trance in the hankerings
of queen conch shells
to unfurl as coral rainbows
in sea nymphs’ sonata strums
of seaglass and pearly soul song.
from – medium.com
5. Sea - Bronagh M. Dunne.
ever changing, constant
rhythmic and random
silence, full of sound
like cold water
soothes my soul
gull cry awakens
saline cleanses
and vastness dwarfs
as I sit and breathe
the hearty air
sometimes I talk
and the waves listen
but mostly the waves talk
while I sit still
and listen
from – familyfriendpoems.com
6. Seasong – Angela Stoner
The sea is sly.
She never quite lets go.
We think we’ve left that sea-birth far behind
but we’re haunted by the ocean always..
A sea-blown kiss can stir salt memories.
In other moods her voice becomes a roar
of anger, heaved with power that smashes
weight of death on granite.
Down in her purple depths
she rocks white bones
of emperors and queens.
While weeds dance trance-like
to her green wrapped dreams.
7. 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.
from – And So She Chose