A poem about the ocean

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Oceans // A Poem

Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest.

12 Ridiculously Beautiful Ocean Poems

Ocean, if you were to give, a measure, a ferment, a fruit of your gifts and destructions, into my hand, I would choose your far-off repose, your contour of steel, your vigilant spaces of air and darkness, and the power of your white tongue, that shatters and overthrows columns, breaking them down to your proper purity. Not the final breaker, heavy with brine, that thunders onshore, and creates the silence of sand, that encircles the world, but the inner spaces of force, the naked power of the waters, the immoveable solitude, brimming with lives. It is Time perhaps, or the vessel filled with all motion, pure Oneness, that death cannot touch, the visceral green of consuming totality. Only a salt kiss remains of the drowned arm, that lifts a spray: a humid scent, of the damp flower, is left, from the bodies of men. Your energies form, in a trickle that is not spent, form, in retreat into silence.

What lies beneath the ocean blue, In depths of mariner's legends? Where creatures hide in crevices, And divers get the Bends. Beneath those stormy seas my friend, Who knows what you will find? Some say there may be fish fossils, Or creepy creatures of a kind. Yes, down below the murky seas, Where little plant life grows, Untouched by rays of warm sunlight, Where, what lives there, God only knows! I often wonder what there is, Beneath the water dark and cold.

The ocean -- wild and calm, dangerous and beautiful -- is a made up of contradictions and mystery. Here are some of the best ocean poems to.
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The City In The Sea - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

The sea is a hungry dog, Giant and grey. He rolls on the beach all day. With his clashing teeth and shaggy jaws Hour upon hour he gnaws The rumbling, tumbling stones, And 'Bones, bones, bones, bones! And when the night wind roars And the moon rocks in the stormy cloud, He bounds to his feet and snuffs and sniffs, Shaking his wet sides over the cliffs, And howls and hollos long and loud. But on quiet days in May or June, When even the grasses on the dune Play no more their reedy tune, With his head between his paws He lies on the sandy shores, So quiet, so quiet, he scarcely snores. It could be better. Report Reply.

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. Seagulls soar above her surf, The sun reflects and gleams, While people come from miles around To stroll upon her beach.

The ocean has had a very significant role in poetry since the dawn of poetry itself. The ocean both wild and calm, dangerous and beautiful is a made up of contradictions and mystery. Ocean poems can not only be dedicated to capturing the heart of sea, but to metaphors for love and trauma, among many other things. More than that, the ocean has played a role in the history of many cultures, making it a setting that is both intimately personal, and vastly universal. Unsurprisingly then, poetry about the ocean takes many shapes.


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