Poems about Sea poems

Under the light of the silver moon We two sat, when our hearts were young; The night was warm with the breath of June, And loud from the meadow the cricket sung, And darker and deeper, oh, love,

'Twas a fearful night -- the tempest raved With loud and wrathful pride, The storm-king harnessed his lightning steeds, And rode on the raging tide. The sea-king lay on his bed of death, Pale mo

"What says the sea, little shell? What says the sea? Long has our brother been silent to us, Kept his message for the ships, Awkward ships, stupid ships." "The sea bids you mourn, O Pines, Sing

Ye sons of Mars, come list to me,And I will relate to yeA great and heroic naval fight,Which will fill your hearts with delight. The fight was between the French Frigate "Pique" and the British F

There dwells a wife by the Northern Gate,And a wealthy wife is she;She breeds a breed o' rovin' menAnd casts them over sea.And some are drowned in deep water,And some in sight o' shore,And word

'Farewell and adieu' was the burden prevailingLong since in the chant of a home-faring crew;And the heart in us echoes, with laughing or wailing, Farewell and adieu.Each year that we live shall

There dwells a wife by the Northern Gate, And a wealthy wife is she;She breeds a breed o' rovin' men And casts them over sea.And some are drowned in deep water, And some in sight o' shore,And w

Out of the delicate dream of the distance an emerald emerges Veiled in the violet folds of the air of the sea; Softly the dream grows awakening -- shimmering white of a city, Splashes of crimson, t

SHALL I thus ever long, and be no whit the neare? And shall I still complain to thee, the which me will not hear?    Alas! say nay! say nay! and be no more so dumb, But open thou thy manly mouth

White caped wavesIn the curl of the seaSmell of the ocean airOn the white sandy beach.Colors of the skyRoaring of the seaWalking in the wet sandWith my hair blowing in the breeze.Rolling of

it was right after your sister's fiancée died. i drove to your house inmy dad's cadillac. it was raining and by the time i got there, i had the windshield wipers on full blast.i parked up awa

Fair is the castle up on the hill-- Hushaby, sweet my own!The night is fair, and the waves are still,And the wind is singing to you and to meIn this lowly home beside the sea-- Hushaby, s