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2011 Poetry Theme Challenges#21 Ocean of Dreams |
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Hello Poets; Truth or fantasy, tales of the oceans and the life connected with it has long fascinated humanity. The sea can be cruel and dark, it can be gentle and relaxing but always, it is wondrous. Can ye fathom the ocean, dark and deep, where the mighty waves and the grandeur sweep? In other words, can you write a poem about the oceans and seas? That is the challenge.
Jemmy XXXX |
Ocean of Dreams
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Maryse AchongI sit and listen to the sea I hear the crash of every wave, Almost as if it’s calling me; I sit and listen to the sea, Is it because I know that he Lies sleeping in a wat’ry grave. I sit and listen to the sea, I hear the crash of every wave. I thought that I could hate the sea, My bitter loss had been its gain, It claimed what had belonged to me. I thought that I could hate the sea But who could hate such majesty, Though it knows naught of joy or pain. I thought that I could hate the sea, My bitter loss had been its gain. Now cocooned by his memory I feel his presence all around And dream of how things used to be. Now cocooned by his memory I near forget there’s only me, Lulled by the very waves that pound. Now cocooned by his memory I feel his presence all around. back to list |
Kathy AndersonThere is a star that is lucky for you As this ocean of faces is by far A ship to tote your charms to, There is a star. For the barge of the heart holds the bar From port or starboard view Run aground on sands from afar. Distant lights beckons to pass through, Sea sirens call is the open door Where once ocean waves were untrue There is a star.  back to list |
Jem FarmerI feel the sea, the motion of the tide, The breaking waves that are the soul of me, And salty tears no longer dare to hide, I feel the sea. Those silent prayers to waves of majesty, As to the sea all secrets can confide, Can the swollen waters set a heart free? A lonely walk along the shore that cried, A darkened shadow, all that’s left to be, For these sorrows shall never be denied, I feel the sea. ----- Hypnosis Siren sing for me, hypnotize my mind, Enchanted words afloating on the sea, Entranced thy beauty questing heart must find, Siren, sing to me. Your song shall lead me to where’re you be, My stolen heart was surly left behind, When you first sang upon the wind to me. How can such beauty be so cruel and unkind? Enraptured, alas I shall ne’er be free, A soul bereft, only your song reminds, Siren, sing to me!  ----- Thoughts at Sea To gaze upon the sea, All emotions float free away, In the tidal affray, White horses roll and play each night, As dreams, again take flight, Making love, taking fright and lo! Refreshing tidal flow, Reveals what is to know and more, Embracing the sea shore, Destiny comes before the eye, Looking towards the sky Where new horizons lie and wait, Here I accept my fate, Destiny shall create a new, As waves rolled and winds blew, In this place where once you loved me.  back to list |
Ryter RoethicleFor a while she dreamed of the ocean The dreams were memories of previous scenes Times of love that she would repeat again, For a while she dreamed. A future to recall all that love means She smiled remembering the beach in the rain They were so much older, no longer teens. But what teens begin, maturity must maintain Realising experiences replaced routines, Because of that each loving wouldn’t be the same For a while she dreamed. ----- Last Moments Of Love The last moments of love are like the tide receding Until that moment it conquered all thereof Then gave way without compromise, just retreating The last moments of love. But did love die, or disappear, or just had enough? Did it need a change or perhaps refreshing, Frustrated by rebuff and needed stronger stuff. Attention is the number one of most needing People need love and attention and the proof That all is not wasted, and there is no preceding The last moments of love. ----- The Ocean Is Dreaming The ocean is dreaming, each night’s the same Her gentle breathing cause the waves washing Each night she sleeps and wakes to a solar flame The ocean is dreaming. She is not at odds with any ship sailing Nor does she believe that all mankind is to blame She just considers some behaviour’s alarming. She sees whales murdered, “Research” the claim. Around the world she hears the protesters sing, And adds her voice but the criminals claim The ocean is dreaming.  back to list |
Liz RuleIf the sea should come and swallow up the land, would your bones be buried deep beneath the sand, hard-pressed, with exquisite artistry refined? Would I, reborn into a distant time, find you resplendent, a jewel on a pristine strand? back to list |
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