Ocean Poems | Examples of Ocean Poetry

Our precious planet plundered and poisoned. We bite the hand that feeds us day on day And hide our waste hoping it goes away. ...Read the rest...

Into the Blue In the shallow waters of innocence, I played Where joy's gentle breeze rustled sunbeams' golden grain The world, a vast blue horizon, endlessly revealing A canvas, where starlight whispered secrets to the soul But time, a gentle...Read the rest...

19.01.2025 An amazing day trip to Phillip Island. Glad it turned out to be a beautiful day. The weather was fine, so as the blue sky. The low tides and the wind, Together they made gentle waves. Perfect for swimming...Read the rest...

A ship is the mans imagination, Sinks in the cradle of storm, Waves who baptize man, Drowns the man in reality, Womb of the gentle ocean, Please, do not wake us up…...Read the rest...

Whales can communicate one hundred miles apart Low frequency sound waves close to their heart African elephants could hear these sounds too But how many of them swim in the ocean blue?...Read the rest...

A pot am I made some two decades back, Baked too but not enough, In search of a good kiln To rid some half-baked fluff. And then to set sail In this ocean of life. Why? Go far without getting drowned, Someone...Read the rest...

Last Memories ocean tranquil water washes over my soul, cleansing memories of you. I am free. ...Read the rest...

Sitting on the hot asphalt blacktop in miles of traffic, feeling lost and alone. People around me doing the same, everyone seems so sullen and confused. Cell phone junkies don't know if its day or night in...Read the rest...

I love you beyond the borders of language, where words stumble, faltering in the shadow of feeling. No map charts the expanse of this tenderness, no compass finds its edge. I love you as the ocean loves the shore, returning endlessly, even...Read the rest...

Fierce winds blow across the Atlantic tide, Colder she gets the rougher she'll ride, In matt'r minutes a chill to the bone, Few dare sail her northern zone, Far north the whaling be done, Colder in account for the miss'n...Read the rest...

This word ends can make one think, how many ends are there? I needed the ends of my hair cut. What happened when they cut too much off? I needed to wear a hat for weeks. Lets drive to the...Read the rest...

The Wanderer, Part II Awakening, the friendless man confronts the murky waves, the seabirds bathing, broadening out their feathers, the hoar-frost, harrowing hail & snow eternally falling… Then his heart’s wounds seem all the heavier for the loss of...Read the rest...

These are English translations/modernizations of Medieval poems written in Old English and Middle English. Exeter Book Gnomic Verses or Maxims loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The dragon dwells under the dolmen, wizened-wise, hoarding his treasure; the fishes bring forth...Read the rest...

Rag Doll by Michael R. Burch, circa age 17 On an angry sea a rag doll is tossed back and forth between cruel waves that have marred her easy beauty and ripped away her clothes. And her arms, once smoothly tanned, are...Read the rest...

In the depths of my soul, an ocean of tears struggles, Walls of thoughts collapsing like sandcastles, I look at myself in the mirror and see a shadow of what I once was, A landscape of melancholy that...Read the rest...