Best Ocean Poems

You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with
his golden feet?
I reply, the ocean knows this.
You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent
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I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
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The distance, laden with terminal disease
Counting the days to eternal abyss

Fragile, a vein ruptures
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The sun is set; and in his latest beams
Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold,
Slowly upon the amber air unrolled,
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I want to be your fragrant musk,
I want to be that soft breeze that gently touches your soul,
I want to be that fire, which enflames your heart,
I want to bathe in the ocean of your passions,
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'Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumblyh castles and the statues and kings
But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.
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The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.

It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
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Twinkling stars reflection
On the blue ocean
Have become the nuts and bolts
Of vessels plying their way to destination
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Do not leave me alone, a helpless woman.
My strength, my crown,
I am empty of virtues,
You, the ocean of them.
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In the sea on the whale
The fishermen threw a pike,
The whale: I am harmless while
You are hurting me deadly deep,
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AFTER the Sea-Ship--after the whistling winds;
After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes,
Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening, lifting up their necks,
Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship:
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When music is far enough away
the eyelid does not often move

and objects are still as lavender
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The sight of the hills is a beauty
The bright moon is the sign of purity
The flow of the river is a murmuring music
The act of the sun is so philanthropic.
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Beloved! amid the earnest woes
That crowd around my earthly path-
(Drear path, alas! where grows
Not even one lonely rose)-
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Here is the semblance flapping in wind
Light when parades by shadow of wing
grace looks brighter by glaze of green
eyes seems to meander into love intoned
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The extraordinary patience of things!
This beautiful place defaced with a crop of surburban houses-
How beautiful when we first beheld it,
Unbroken field of poppy and lupin walled with clean cliffs;
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Then a lawyer said, "But what of our Laws, master?"

And he answered:
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I came from the sunny valleys
And sought for the open sea,
For I thought in its gray expanses
My peace would come to me.
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'O DREARY life,' we cry, ' O dreary life ! '
And still the generations of the birds
Sing through our sighing, and the flocks and herds
Serenely live while we are keeping strife
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Looking from outside into an open window one never sees as much as when one looks through a closed window. There is nothing more profound, more mysterious, more pregnant, more insidious, more dazzling than a window lighted by a single candle. What one can see out in the sunlight is always less interesting than what goes on behind a windowpane. In that black or luminous square life lives, life dreams, life suffers.

Across the ocean of roofs I can see a middle-aged woman, her face already lined, who is forever bending over something and who never goes out. Out of her face, her dress, and her gestures, our of practically nothing at all, I have made up this woman's story, or rather legend, and sometimes I tell it to myself and weep.
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Unhappy about some far off things
That are not my affair, wandering
Along the coast and up the lean ridges,
I saw in the evening
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Had ocean been my confidant
I'd have given it
All of my truths for safekeeping
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As night hath stars, more rare than ships
In ocean, faint from pole to pole,
So all the wonder of her lips
Hints her innavigable soul.
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How high is the azure sky
How deep is the ocean blue
How dark is the silent night
So often do I think of you
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Secret from the river
Carried by the endless waves
Flowing to return to the sea
And then hide in the ocean depth
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From the grief ocean, I steal, a drop of happiness,
For every autumn, I get a lovely beautiful spring,
For human youth; the festive, to dance and sing,
We nature, within nature; keepeth blissful fitness,
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'Attar began The Conference of the Birds (Mantiq al-tair) with an invocation praising the holy Creator in which he suggested that one must live a hundred lives to know oneself; but you must know God by the deity, not by yourself, for God opens the way, not human wisdom. 'Attar believed that God is beyond all human knowledge. The soul will manifest itself when the body is laid aside. One cannot gain spiritual knowledge without dying to all things. When the birds assemble, they wonder why they have no king. The Hoopoe presents herself as a messenger from the invisible world with knowledge of God and the secrets of creation. She recommends Simurgh as their true king, saying that one of his feathers fell on China.

The Nightingale says that the love of the Rose satisfies him, and the journey is beyond his strength; but the Hoopoe warns against being a slave of passing love that interferes with seeking self-perfection. The Parrot longs for immortality, and the Hoopoe encourages the Peacock to choose the whole. The Duck is too content with water to seek the Simurgh. The Hoopoe advises the Partridge that gems are just colored stones and that love of them hardens the heart; she should seek the real jewel of sound quality. The Humay is distracted by ambition, and the Owl loves only the treasure he has found. The Hoopoe reprimands the Sparrow for taking pride in humility and recommends struggling bravely with oneself. She states that the different birds are just shadows of the Simurgh. If they succeed, they will not be God; but they will be immersed in God. If they look in their hearts, they will see the divine image. All appearances are just the shadow of the Simurgh. Those loving truly do not think about their own lives and sacrifice their desires. Those grounded in love renounce faith and religion as well as unbelief. One must hear with the ear of the mind and the heart.
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I have seen peoples come and go
Alike the Ocean'd ebb and flow;
I have seen kingdoms rise and fall
Like springtime shadows on a wall.
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WHEN sunshine met the wave,
Then love was born;
Then Venus rose to save
A world forlorn.
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I am like a caged bird
Does not ever get tired
To find the way to fly
In the lovely blue sky.
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There sits a lovely maiden,
The ocean murmuring nigh;
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Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years,
Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe
Are brackish with the salt of human tears!
Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow
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As the sun shone bright
Over the intense deep blue ocean,
The small boat smoothly sailed,
Moving calmly over the mild waves,
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Freer
than most birds
an eagle flies up
over San Francisco
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The continent's a tamed ox, with all its mountains,
Powerful and servile; here is for plowland, here is
for park and playground, this helpless
Cataract for power; it lies behind us at heel
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Under the curved blue
Water flows forever.
Cold current
hot current
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God made my mother on an April day,
From sorrow and the mist along the sea,
Lost birds' and wanderers' songs and ocean spray,
And the moon loved her wandering jealously.
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I sleep a lot and read St. Thomas Aquinas
Or The Death of God (that's a Protestant book).
To the right the bay as if molten tin,
Beyond the bay, city, beyond the city, ocean,
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The image of the moon at night
All trembling in the ocean lies,
But she, with calm and steadfast light,
Moves proudly through the radiant skies,
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Desire is similar to the currents and waves in the open ocean. Everything will be blown away if it is not as strong as a rock, and even then it is clear that sometimes it is weathered and sometimes it is abrasion because it is constantly eroded by the waves
Natural causality will never stop growing and developing
Nature will never break its promise; wind, waves and all the interference of the moon and sun become a synergy that will not be found on the planets in any space galaxy. Its orbit has been ordered by God and they all obey as part of piety to Him
Earth is a beautiful haven with exposure to land and sea as if you will never get tired of visiting
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Be my apostrophe before S
I'll second that motion
The possession beyond space and time
When the nude love swims in our notion
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How pleasant to sit on the beach,
On the beach, on the sand, in the sun,
With ocean galore within reach,
And nothing at all to be done!
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OUT of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me,
Whispering, I love you, before long I die,
I have travel'd a long way, merely to look on you, to touch you,
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Green grins through earthly eyes,
heart muffles into ocean’s blue,
dust inflames by the fire in the forest
night stashes in hide from the gleams of light
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I dive down into the depth of the ocean of forms,
hoping to gain the perfect pearl of the formless.

No more sailing from harbor to harbor with this my weather-beaten boat.
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The Morning Star paled slowly, the Cross hung low to the sea,
And down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling free,
The lustrous purple blackness of the soft Australian night,
Waned in the gray awakening that heralded the light;
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When you see water in a stream
you say: oh, this is stream
water;
When you see water in the river
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Are you lonely tonight
Because your heart was broken?
Are you lonely tonight,
Shedding tears from all the emotion?
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With Kit, Age 7, at the Beach


We would climb the highest dune,
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I stand before the sea
and it rolls and rolls in its green blood
saying, 'Do not give up one god
for I have a handful.'
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Unseen untouched affaire de Coeur stinging Oh what I would do …..the ocean of pain her burble… cool hot cool hot waves..soaked by love I say.. She sounds Fun…..in the air bang thud thud by the gun! .....Her fragranced the elite room Of heart despite breathtaking….placed she dearly me there and sing..
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When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent
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Ripples form,
widen,
disappear,
I like to use the word 'merge'
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There be none of Beauty's daughters
With a magic like Thee;
And like music on the waters
Is thy sweet voice to me:
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As I awoke this morning, I fell into the sky

The ocean left right after me and gracefully rolled by
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'Tis fine to see the Old World, and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumbly castles and the statues of the kings, --
But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.
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Poetry is another world
Like the sea and the ocean
Some learned to dance
With its rhythm and mysteries
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Brother, I am fire
Surging under the ocean floor.
I shall never meet you, brother—
Not for years, anyhow;
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This ocean, humiliating in its disguises
Tougher than anything.
No one listens to poetry. The ocean
Does not mean to be listened to. A drop
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Come, thou awakener of the spirit's ocean,
Zephyr, whom to thy cloud or cave
No thought can trace! speed with thy gentle motion!
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Eyes are at rest, the stars are setting.
Hushed are the stirrings of birds in their nests,
Of monsters in the ocean.
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I am a little springlet
That has fallen
Into the great ocean of poetry
And has lost its identity
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In my young years I took pride in the fact that luck was called a lady. In fact, there were so few public acknowledgments of the female presence that I felt personally honored whenever nature and large ships were referred to as feminine. But as I matured, I began to resent being considered a sister to a changeling as fickle
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I am present in your blood,
You will never wash out me.

I am ocean you are flood,
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If you show patience, I'll rid you of this virtue.
If you fall asleep, I'll rub the sleep from your eyes.
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Just a drop of tear,
Appears to be a fathomless ocean
If it hangs from a mournful eye
Of someone special,
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RINGS of iron gray smoke; a woman’s steel face … looking … looking.
Funnels of an ocean liner negotiating a fog night; pouring a
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Sisely
Walked so nicely
With footsteps so discreet
To see her pass
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Here, in this little Bay,
Full of tumultuous life and great repose,
Where, twice a day,
The purposeless, gay ocean comes and goes,
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Ocean is lovely

with wonderful scenery
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Shades of green and aqua blue
The sea painted a thousand hues
Beneath thundering ocean wave
Out of the reach of mariners graves
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When over the flowery, sharp pasture's
edge, unseen, the salt ocean
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The rocky ledge runs far into the sea,
And on its outer point, some miles away,
The Lighthouse lifts its massive masonry,
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You play with the great globe of union,
you that see everyone so clearly
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Many a rainbow appears
and disappears in the sky
Flowers abundant bloom
and wither in the garden
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Louder than gulls the little children scream
Whom fathers haul into the jovial foam;
But others fearlessly rush in, breast high,
Laughing the salty water from their mouthes-
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Thank you, God: I dream of him more seldom,
And don't see him now in every place,
The white path with clouds has been laden,
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A frog who lost his love
can always go back
to his waters.
where do we go?
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The old voice of the ocean, the bird-chatter of little rivers,
(Winter has given them gold for silver
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When the lucent skies of morning flush with dawning rose once more,
And waves of golden glory break adown the sunrise shore,
And o'er the arch of heaven pied films of vapor float.
There's joyance and there's freedom when the fishing boats go out.
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Far away on the ocean dreams,
I sailed on my memories' boat
camouflaged by the misty past
and came out with a anecdote.
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I have found, yes, I have found the wealth of the Divine Name's gem.
My true guru gave me a priceless thing. With his grace, I accepted it.
I found the capital of my several births; I have lost the whole rest of the world.
No one can spend it, no one can steal it. Day by day it increases one and a quarter times.
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'T is you that are the music, not your song.
The song is but a door which, opening wide,
Lets forth the pent-up melody inside,
Your spirit's harmony, which clear and strong
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Day of ending for beginnings!
Ocean hath another innings,
Ocean hath another score;
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Some say the evening sunset
is the most amazing sight
some say it is the prelude
to the calming silence of evening's fall
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Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,
no light and no land anywhere,
cloudcover thick. I try to stay
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When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
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A lonely star in the night
A lonely plant in the desert
A lonely cloud in the sky
A weeping heart in the ocean of happiness
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Southeast, and storm, and every weather vane
shivers and moans upon its dripping pin,
ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the rain
howls at the flues and windows to get in,
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Quest of moon ruffles the ocean
Betides thrill reeling through waves
Images riffle by queries of ocean
Promise when holds truth by reality.
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Whilst the moon decks herself in Neptune's glass
And ponders over her image in the sea,
Her cloudy locks smoothing from off her face
That she may all as bright as beauty be;
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Stalking,
Prowling,
Through ocean of feathers,
The murder would be soundless,
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You are the ocean, endless

I am but a tiny grain of sand
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THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
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The bright moon dances
with the turbulent ocean.
The waves adore her
and they jump to reach the sky.
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When the sun is behind the clouds,
The filtered rays on earth creates magic,
The blue ocean turns to amber,
Waves dances on the silver plate,
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You are like a tiny boat,
Sailing alone in the blue ocean
Seeking to hug your dream lover
Dipping yourself with intense emotion
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.
I miss you,
my good friend, Tom.
The world I live in
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In life's illusion I am lost
Unable to make my boat row
In vast ocean of world's desires and pleasures
I go with the life's flow………………..
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